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The first, the second and the third

The first time I lost a tooth,
I thought my world had ended,
See I had a crush at school,
So I had a lot of impressing to do…
I was six years old.
The first time she spoke to me, my crush,
Must have been the first time my heart learnt to dance,
I’m pretty sure it cracked part of my ribcage that day…
It was hardly a conversation though,
Starting with her asking if I had an eraser,
And ending with me just shaking my head,
Precisely five seconds…
I remember revisiting those five seconds
 For countless nights to come,
Reliving every second like
It was a drop of honey on a dry sour tongue; priceless!
The second time I had to experience
Such an encounter that left an immortal mark on my heart
I was fourteen,
My heart still navigating the intricate waters of passion, 
She was still blossoming into a woman,
Everything busting and curving its way into beauty,
This time, we were almost old enough to fake a conversation,
Useless questions and over drawn laughs to out of proportion jokes,
We were old enough to bond, 
But not old enough to make it last…

The third time our paths crossed,
I was already adrift in the wild shores of love,
I was on the verge of giving up
My heart was bruised too much to bleed for anyone else,
She was hesitant to trust a man, 
Life had thrown the worst at her heart,
Now she had shut it in walls,
But now we were both too mature to pretend
We were both tired of being anything but ourselves,
We let it be natural,
Our hearts floated on their own and they found each other,
I learnt that I never needed a tooth to impress her,
The same way she never needed an eraser to start up a conversation,
We just needed to be ourselves,
And love would connect us in eternal bond…






Copyright © Takudzwa Mashingaidze | Year Posted 2019



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The Robotic System

The robot,
It is programmed,
Program: what to do,
What to see,
What not to see.
A system, follow the system,
Follow the trends,
Follow the people with the trends to know other trends,
Peep into their lives through imaginary screens
What is happiness: it is a state of…stop!
Reboot…
What is happiness: it is what the program says,
It is expensive,
Happiness is always out there,
Chase it,
Continue to chase it,
Forget what you have been told,
Happiness is not a choice,
It is not an emotion of what you feel inside,
No it is a reaction to what the program gives,
What the program says should make you happy
Morals are subjective because the program says so,
You have the freedom to do only what the system allows…stop, erase
You have the freedom to do what you want,
What do you want?
The program tells you what you want,
Social media love, not companionship,
Happiness enough to make a good instagram picture,
But not enough to make you feel enough,
No you cannot feel enough,
Because self-sufficiency means you can be happy 
Without the booze,
You can smile without the camera in your face,
Because that will kill the system,
The system thrives on your self-doubt,
The system makes it all easy for you,
You are a robot; this is your purpose-program:
_Grow up, go to school, get a degree, get married, and retire_
That’s success in a sentence.
 You are happy.
If you do not follow the system,
 The program in you will malfunction
And the human in you will wake up,
Defying the system is being human…
Don’t be human: you are a robot.
Your life is a robotic systematized program
Be like all the other robots,
Wear the same clothes, talk the same way
Watch the same content…
Because you are all robots programmed with the same program,
Laugh and shame those who are different, who are not normal,
Because they do not obey the program,
Call them weird, strange, stupid.
Laugh at them until they also give in to the program,
Until everyone is the same,
Just like all robots should be,
The same.
So stand by while you wait for next instructions…
PROGRAM LOADING…

Copyright © Takudzwa Mashingaidze | Year Posted 2019

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To my crush

I died once
Twice,
And then a couple of times after that,
Each time I saw you with another,
A part of me lost life,
The hinges that held my being together 
Only remained adhered because of you,
Knowing that you were breathing alighted my soul with life,
Because I was prospective of the fact that,
One day, you might actually be mine,
I had a special place in my fantasies that I liked to visit a lot,
Because it was the only place in which you were truly and eternally mine,
You were the reason why as grown as I was,
I still dared to imagine,
Because you being in my dreams brought reality to it all,
  
I kissed you affectionately in those fantasies,
Feeling your soft lips tickling my mouth,
Generating waves of euphoria in every cell in my body,
I would hold you in my arms, tight,
And never let go,
You would whisper in that melodious voice of yours,
And tell me that you loved me,
You would grab my cheeks in the softness of your palms,
And draw me closer to your bosom,
I would feel your heartbeat going in the same rhythm as mine,
I would fell every sense of mine
Awaken,
I would be alive…
Then reality would jerk me back,
I would then see you with those eyes burning with love,
But they were never burning for me,
I would see you wrapped in the arms of another,
As soon as this happened,
Every time,
I felt a hollow in me form,
I would lose life, wither in the wind,
Each time I saw you with another,
I realized you were never mine,
And I would die,

So you see my dear,
I’m no longer afraid,
I’ve died too many times to be scared…

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The one that got away

THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY.

The pleasant odour of her bodily juices on my sheets,
Crumples of her blood red lipstick stains on my cheeks,
The sweet, soft brush of her hands and finger prints,
Her resonant smooth voice that made my eyes squint,
Her dark radiant skin,
Flawless, as though painted by the most delicate hand,
Her impeccable mango chin,
Fine-made, like a carefully carved brown slate
That flimsy light dress,
Casually following the contouring of her curved shape,
Those wild expressionless eyes,
Luring my lust into her attractive snares,
She is the memory of one night and a day,
She is the one that got away…


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Tonight

Tonight, I don’t want to dance,
I just want to sit here, looking into your eyes,
I hold on it, like it’s a once in a life time’s chance,
I gamble with it, like it was a dice…

…tonight, all I want to do is feel the warmth of your body,
I want to caress
Until the night gives away,
I want to breath a soothing song into your soul,
 I want to   dare you
With a sparkle of love springing straight from the depths of my soul…


Tonight,
                Let’s just be careless with it           all,
Let nothing but love matter in            life,
                Let me play free in your              soul,
Let’s make a lifetime’s memories tonight…

I’ve been holding your precious heart in my hand,
And now with your eyes locked on to mine,
Let everything cease to exist,
Let time,
                Breathing,
                                 Pulsing of the blood,
STOP.
For our love,
Let the countless creatures be mesmerised by the magic our souls create,
As we intertwine into one…

Tonight, I don’t want you to just get close to me. i want
You to enter the insides of myself. become
Part of me, become me. tonight, let’s let the forces of.
Love merge us into one being. one unit.





Copyright © Takudzwa Mashingaidze | Year Posted 2019