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Best Poems Written by Tumelo Mogotsi

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Sometimes I Dream

sometimes i dream 
of things that seem unnessesary
things i wish i had
and my heart pains at the joy i think..
i will posses if i acquire these
my mentality blinding that which i can really see
and my stubborn mind refusing to believe it
my purpose is fuelled by hope
the undying passion i have to succed
and the hunger to make my point clear
my endurance..my hope
i cannae give in
for this is my LIFE
my reason for existence
the centre of what i am
i  refuse to believe i am free
for i AM trapped by who i am
enclosed by who i want to be
but not even free to become that
i refuse to say i am lucky
for i AM blessed
i disagree with those who shout i am lazy
for i have worked hard
i willnot recognize the  existence of my family for i cleary have none
my tears of sorrow
mean NOTHING to them
my endeavor
is just a tale told by all idiots such as i
they fit in,where they benefit
i shallnot say..i am perfect
or my life is, its not
i willnot fool myself to think..
i have friends i have mere acquantances
i cannot ignore the fact that i HAVE cried..
for i have tasted my own tears
i have felt pain
for my heart has ached
but BEST of all, i have laughed
i know the pleasure of joy
the fond presence of pride has accompanied me..
all my life
but the misery of life
and its challenges has always overshadowed it
i have learnt not to let pain rule my life
society might not care
i do....

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A Mother's Love

The screams and 
ranting
The shouting and 
banging
countinue 
through the night
They tell the 
tale of a plight
of a mother 
trying to intill
Dignity in her 
child and still
show l.o.v.e

As various 
thoughts rage 
her brain
Juggle and 
mix,the main one 
is her child 
alone
on the street 
gnawing at a bone
And being wrong

she tries her 
best
To withstand the 
test of this 
worlds parent 
but it becoming 
apparent
its defeating her

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What's the Point?

What’s the point 
in living
When death awaits
What’s the point 
in breathing
When you can not 
feel the 
swelling of your 
lungs
What’s the point 
in love
When you heart 
only aches
What’s the point 
of being in a 
state of 
awareness 
When you are not 
really alive
What’s the point 
in doing your 
best 
When it is 
rarely 
acknowledged
What’s the point 
in making all 
happy
When you are sad
What’s the point 
in smiling 
When your heart 
bleeds
And that colgate 
smile
never touches 
your eyes
What’s the point
in anything?

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In This Moment

A hollow feeling is
What sits within me,
And what I wish I had of you,
I cannot accurately tell
All I know is that..
In this moment my fingers
Are twitching to type out something
Just for your soulful eyes to read
And your mind to ogle on
In this moment, 
The depths of my ears are itching
To hear the decadent sound of your voice
And the laughter that always echoes
But of all the things I feel
Is a overwhelming sadness
A heavy heart and a sore head
A painful soul and a crying mind
Cause within this moment
As I think of only you
You don’t even remember me
I look upon all that I have said and done
And truly I wish I had done it better
Because when you have something
In the palm of your hand
And you own it wholly
Its worth in your own eyes declines
But within the composition of your emotions
The value grows larger still
And you realize that in each moment lies dread
In each moment lies hope
That your memory of me
Could be recovered
And the sad spell, placed upon my head
Thus taking away my power to feel
Could be lifted,
And I could feel every emotion as well as I feel this one
As my chest swells,
The feeling of complete abandonment
Threatens to overwhelm my spirit
And in this moment,
I wish I still had you.

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Serinity,Complexitivity

My sactuary is 
my only turf 
my weakness..
is the weakness 
of my own 
personality
serinity and 
calmness flow 
through me
yet you do not 
know what rakes 
within
has life and yet 
takes no form
A dullness not i 
can comprehend
unsettleness of 
the mind and soul
And a churning 
of the brain.

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What I Imagine

What I imagine is beyond my years, 
An equilent  stare 
And an equilent ear.
 A sombre mind 
Is what one ought to have, but I foresee 
What plays in my head 
Is a movie 
Of such great distress, 
I see a young girl, 
A good girl, 
And the other side 
Of the mirror 
Is a different 
Sort of girl. 
More like the one before 
In the image the mirror gives off. 
If one would say the mirror lies, 
Then that one would realise
The only thing that stands between these two girls is the thin membrane called glass.
Yet with the absence of such, they are merged into one. And when they come out to play
A tiny piece of each stands out like the small glow of the paraffin lamp my grandmother used to forbid us to use 
Their memories of each other 
Are like the memories 
Of one individual person, 
Yet seeing them 
Side by side 
Would greatly outline 
Their stalk differences
But in world of fear
You can only love one
And their tears are the only thing that mimics their distress.

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First Love

the one i love refuses to love me back
screams with joy to another
and whispers nothing to me
stares and mumbles
something uncomprehendable

But i long for his attention
seek for his voice
found his tolerance
and was rewarded with his vengence

i silently beg
turn around and notice
the girl sitting beside you
and...
evoke the pain that strangles mine heart

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An Array of Disapointment

my heart fell as my eyes slowly adjusted...
to his small frame
had he always been so ugly
so short, so ungroomed?

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What's the Point?

What’s the point 
in living
When death awaits
What’s the point 
in breathing
When you can not 
feel the 
swelling of your 
lungs
What’s the point 
in love
When you heart 
only aches
What’s the point 
of being in a 
state of 
awareness 
When you are not 
really alive
What’s the point 
in doing your 
best 
When it is 
rarely 
acknowledged
What’s the point 
in making all 
happy
When you are sad
What’s the point 
in smiling 
When your heart 
bleeds
And that colgate 
smile
never touches 
your eyes
What’s the point
in anything?

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Anything Short of Being Me

I lie on my now made bed
at a total loss for words and hope
And holding myself upright
Trying to block any thought 
From escaping me
More especially the one that bothers me the most
Which would constitute the words you tell me
And those told by my dreams
And my minds simple illusions
Though the faces are blurred
I can tell from the frames who they aren’t
And that alone may help in the detection of their identities
I know what I am embarking in now
Makes no more sense than my confused state
And as I wither away like the fresh flowers by my bedside
I feel as though
I have no real choice or decision
That all this is beyond the reach of whatever power I might possess
And my own life lies outside the stretch of my palm
It sags my heart
And complicates my conscious
Fills my head with childlike fantasies
That only bring me great headaches as they collide with what I know to be the truth
And what I know to be likely and realistic
Vows to live for only the moment and the moment within
Oh what idiocy!
For I am aware that will never come to play
So long as my mind continues
To run and filter things ahead of me
So that even as I type these words half of it is else where
I cud pen a thousand words
But none of the cud completely
In any way
Cover the madness that lays in thine own head
Fairy tales are always the perfect settings
The story is already told
And the drama already written
It’s simple following of what is there
But having to write a story of your own and constantly redefine it
That is pure demanding
Overwhelming thoughts and ideas overlap 
Each with an identify fierce and of its own
I wish that I had none of them
That I hadn’t possessed the greatest gift of thought and feeling
That I cud be anything less that human
Anything short of being me