I see you

I see you...
And with every look
You own me
I see you
And wonder
If you see me
Like
I see you

Where art thou

I wondered
Where my poems went
I thought they had wandered off
While I wasnt looking
Or they just ran away
Because I wasnt paying attention
Gone to that far off place
Where poems go to, to die
I searched deep within me
Hoping that some had pitied me
And stayed behind
Knowing I couldnt live
Without them
I started thinking
That those with a wandering eye
Had left me
For a better looking poet
With flawless skin
A sixpack and a larger vocabulary
Who can project his voice better
And the ladies swooned
Over his manly voice
I searched the depths
Of my soul...
As I was about to give up
And update the status of my defeat
It dawned on me
My precious poems
Never left me
I had merely reduced them
To meaningles tweets
And stupid status updates
To the point
That even I
Dont recognise them...

2014/02/14

I am not angry
I am hurting
I am ripping apart in two
And I can't
Even turn to you

I am not sulking
I am gasping for air
The pain too much
For my chest to bare

Every exhaled breath
A battle

I am
Not crying
I'm bleeding

2014/02/06Kganya

Two years ago
On this day
I held you
For the first time
You held me
With your smile
I made promises to my heart
Some I could not keep
But each day there after
Was lived for you
And the joy
You have given me
Surpassed only
By the sense of purpose
You have instilled in me
From Dad to bodyguard
Protecting you
From everything
The world throws at you
Yet, still trying to figure out
How to protect you
From my flaws

Demons2014/01/20

There is no cure
For the demons I live with
There is no rest
For those who are afflicted
The demons never die
You just have to keep fighting
Or they'll tear
Your whole life apart
With you as an accomplice

There is no cure
For the demons I live with
They lay dormant
Waiting to pounce
Sometimes they play dead
To fool you
Into letting your guard down
Then like fireworks
Everything goes up in smoke

There is no cure
For the demons I live with
You just have to keep fighting
There is no rest
For those who are afflicted
Except
Death

I wrote a poem2014/01/17

I wrote a poem
And only
When I was finished
Did I realise
I wrote it
For you

2014/01/19Talking

I don't talk anymore
Talking has become a chore
The words, too heavey
For the air in my lungs to carry
Each word
Making it hard
To breathe

Untitled 2014/01/09

There are times
when you have to write
Not because you are inspired
But because
It's the only thing
That makes sense
The only thing
That keeps
you
sane...

Sometimes

Sometimes things
Don't make sense
There isn't  always an explanation
For why certain things happen
To certain people
Sometimes things just happen
And to keep sane
Sometimes you have
To accept that
Without understanding why
Without questioning
The reason
For the moment
In lapse of judgement
But acknowlwedging it happened
"Why" won't heal the wound
It won't erase the scar
Nor the moment from memory
Sometimes there isn't an answer
There just isn't......

Hope

Even in the
Darkest of hours
There is
Minutes of hope
Seconds of light
So bright
The darkness
Ceases to exist