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Funeka Matwasa Poem
Ripples some call years I counted
Pain's nipples time sucked
feeding years Silence shouted
For whispers to die ,my ears married to sound
Pain didn't stop ,the rain of tears
The laughter of your peers
The thread of thoughts wiring my memory
Naked in front of my mirror
Perfect missing only I see is my shapeless figure
Nude my esteem staggering reaching for a pillar
To hold onto to ,to survive the storm
Showers of your words that left me torn
Anti clockwise from the origin
To a negative mind state, I found a region
A pelvis of your wicked reasons
Down my eyes followed by my sleepy breasts
Trying to hide lines time has left on my thighs
You thought I was a mine
And you the right one
To crush me and draw the line
dig holes of doubt never asking if I'm fine
Your words killed my smile
Now only I see is my shapeless figure
And love nothing but a lie
Copyright © Funeka Matwasa | Year Posted 2015
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If walls could talk
And talk could walk
Interesting stories, a grave yard of worries
Out film it would run.
Paralyzed voice of reason
Could wander but still remain
Stories of shame where timing
And its niece time are blamed
Visions, conclusions and reasoning far aimed
A journey to our first meeting
To when you left without us meeting
Oh! If walls could talk
I promise you'd hear stories
Clear description of this evening
Just when I was looking @ the mirror
Day light passing night comin' nearer
My reflection like a perfect statue
Made it difficult to ignore the queue
Of questions, queries & quarters of incomplete plans
If walls could speak
You'd know my secrets
And one being I miss us.
Copyright © Funeka Matwasa | Year Posted 2015
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Can I at least have this chance
To speak on behalf On my heart 's treasure chest
About the quest of emotions runnin querying the fairness of life where secrets are not to be kept
Can I have this moment to assassin my pride for your enjoyment
Clear your conscious wipe all your prints and hide your involvement
Can I?
Go on look for lies where there is none
Tender your time into believing the unfinished is done
Hate me, blame me, ignore me it is fine
Anything is better for my dieting happiness
That bothers me not ..as I'm dying thousand deaths everyday
The floor,walls and the roof shout yesterdays memories now substituted by emptiness
Oh! I hate this new normal time has forced me to love
I am the virus that infected your existence, killing your dreams
I am the fool that allowed darkness to still her sanity so it seems
I am the hailstone that dented your solid future
Im sure to you i'm many things disgusting
Hate me, blame, ignore me it is fine
Copyright © Funeka Matwasa | Year Posted 2015
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My lungs like a failing engine
Hug my ribs tingling the need to breathe
Your arms with mine I imagine
Like a train on its trail my body cant stop trembling
Thoughts of you leer back
Forcing reality to puzzle my reasoning
Eloquent silence injects life to my heart
Feeding the obese fear of letting go my sight
Alone with naked words
Silence crying skiing on threads of icy memories
Weaving a pond for my eyes to bath on
When to search the horizon, our love my ozone
Reasons for my doubts I find
Even the base of my worries
cages of my heart soon to be your prison
A nest where lust and love reside
Like a saint lost between walls of perfect
My bleak present sold per fact
Trapped between your voice and lips
Hanged by the dusty air purified by your presence
Maybe its the way your voice sounds
Or the way my heart pounds when close to yours
Maybe its the thought of your lips on mime
That paralyze me when I have to tell you I love you
Copyright © Funeka Matwasa | Year Posted 2015
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You don't know your smile makes my heart run a mile
When you look at me the past runs like the river Nile
You don't know that your voice ,your eyes and your touch make me envy the Saudi wind and sun
They get to touch your skin everyday
the wind carries your voice to wherever it goes
And the sun glares at your eyes like it's showing off
If Time had the reverse gear
I would go back to when I didn't know you and all was clear
Back to when ma body missed yours not
To a day i knew not, the pleasure of tasting your unuttered words
I would go back to a day i didn't know the pain of missing you
I didn't want to care but now I do
Your existence now at my heart it stares
My heart is spreading the rumor
That im falling for you, i don't want to believe it
And I don't want you to know
I don't like the way ma heart gives in to this foreign feeling
This all worries me
how incomplete ma days feel when in ma ears your voice visits not
It worries me how I miss you
it drags me to depression the fact that I like you even more as days go by
I don't like it a bit that you make me happy, it scares me.
Copyright © Funeka Matwasa | Year Posted 2015
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Please come
I promise I’ll open them wider
The doors I mean
I’ll spread the word to my legs
So I sit still and wait on you to come
I’ll hug you tighter
I will not scream but my breath will be so loud
Like items you lost and found
I’ll grab on you tighter
My heartbeat will give yours clues and signals you to enter
I promise that is my answer
Until you come , until you come to your senses
I’ll hold you captive
Soft or harder
Permission I grant you
Do as you please
Without letting me pledge my sanity
I promise wet kisses
Please let it be now before my words
Lose their warranty
I promise to handle you with care
I know you not entirely mine
Trust with that I’m fine
Please come
Copyright © Funeka Matwasa | Year Posted 2022
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While I wait allow me to wander
Even without your consent I’ll push the doors wider
Lend me your hands to brew
This disaster cider
So later we don’t blame each other
When the outcome is bitter
I promise not to be fair
When I stroke regrets hair
So you feel good for not being there
I promise to be so soft like fur
When I take my strides
It’s gonna be a memory only with my heart I’ll share
They say we should take the good with the bad
Now I’ll take being your bed spread
My fault it is as the air was speaking
Nothing, my ears heard
Copyright © Funeka Matwasa | Year Posted 2022
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It’s been just week
Already reasoning has a leak
Underneath this smile my defenses are getting weak
Should I pour caution down the sink
And allow our hearts to speak?
Truth be told I’m no adrenaline junky
But I’m ready from these walls to jump and throw away the key
To dive into the unknown
Just knowing you got me
And in-turn from the same hymn book we sing
Am I so naive to admit our hearts beat at the same wavelength?
The frequencies and all the technicalities are no longer
A problem to worry ourselves about ?
I know it’s been just a week
But in true honesty it’s been my best
Am I too gullible to wish for more weeks like this
Am I ?
Copyright © Funeka Matwasa | Year Posted 2022
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I’ve been longing for an answer
Digging deep ,
my attempts to get this cover, just an answer!
My pillows know my prayers
This is the morning after
Silence had to suffer
Now Hearing silence break never have I thought would be tougher
My heart is racing
My mind is hosting numbers
Even the smallest fraction scares me
How I now prefer the silence
The percentages and probabilities are shaking my core
For some reason Her embrace was comforting and not foreign
Even though suffocating
I’ve gotten used to hearing nothing
And seeing less than what is
Damn!
Now I’m scared and so unprepared
I wish the universe cared
To listen to the voice of my thoughts
And whatever the choice
Advantage at my door be waiting
Copyright © Funeka Matwasa | Year Posted 2021
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I left it hanging
Confusion too as a rope bragging
I left forward behind blank
Going forward meant going back
Uncertainty refused to slack
Only thoughts willingly took the trip
And the dock where my voice of reason was anchored lost the ship
Misconceptions tied to reality buried so deep
oiling the road to nowhere agreeed to silently sip
To sip on confusion failing to take a grip
The layer no one can unzip
Or rip open to uncover the sealing without attaching feelings
then and now united and willing
Beaten and guilty but still winning
memories refusing to utter the vows
Leaving the circumference of my being spinning
Who can promise their forever
A blouse to cover this tired smile
Copyright © Funeka Matwasa | Year Posted 2022
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