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Best Poems Written by Tsotello Nenzinane

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Isolation

The mind can be the lonliest place
It's just like me
It eats, it sleeps, it breathes
But unlike me, it's free
Im locked, Im haunted
Trapped by the chains of procrastination
And I promise you, it doesnt let go
Ive been wrongfully imprisoned
Wrongfully accused
My body hurts as if I've been battered and bruised
But in the end, I know I'll lose
Im fighting a shark underwater
The army on the border
I want to go away, forever
Maybe it can solve my pain
Am I clever?
I'd like to think so
But I've done questionable stuff
My hands are full of blood
Because my whole life, I've been rough
The beauty of Imperfection
Made me want to be neat, maybe section
My work, but my head goes in a completely different direction
I know exactly what I am
I need to prove to everyone that this is not some useless sham
Then BAM, I lie awake
My sheets soaked, Im grabbing on my pillow for hope
I have a text and missed call from my mom saying I just got smoked
This life is no joke
I tried to get up and dust myself off
A little chuckle and a cough
As I glance down, around my leg, I see a cuff
The bottom part of my foot is red, or should I say crimson?
Who was I fooling
I always knew I was imprisoned.

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say it like it is

so there we go, trying to twist our thoughts for the comfort of others.
we tell lies and continue to unite, as we call ourselves a circle of brothers.
we need to sugarcoat the truth while still not biting our tongue.
but your mouth feels shut closed, trapped and swollen almost as if it was stung.

"will we forever be young?"
well you can always be the youthful soul you strive to be, age is just a number.
"i don't feel safe, am i going to be okay?"
as long as you trust yourself and keep hope alive, nothing can bother.

i can tell you the truth but sound chokes back into my throat, the truth hurts to swallow.
but the truth only drags silently, yet deafeningly loud and temporarily brings sorrow.
so the remedy for all of this is the art of being dishonest.
as we revert and go back on our words and our main promise.

so there you are, twisting your truth for the comfort of others.
instead of saying it how it is, like you were taught by your mother.
dishonest people are much more cunning than other people.
and honestly, lies hurt less in the moment, and are perfect for keeping it peaceful.

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My Heart is an Egg

my heart, the perfectly shaped egg
oh dear, hear me out, would you?
i can explain it, everything, for you
it's a philosophy only one can understand, will you?

i'm not like the rest
i used to want glasses, freckles, and even braces
i used to rock back and forth like i was in a movie
at some point, even wanted to switch races

i used to climb the tree searching for the apple
i used to roam the streets in search of treasure
now the fire has been extinguished, there's no more crackle
none to call home, only issues and trouble to tackle

im insensitively sensitive, my heart, an egg
my whole life is a paradox, inconsequently
the softest at the core, basically liquid inside
but getting through, planets and asteroids will have to collide
and inside, there's something brewing, building, and forming
like a chicken giving birth to its chick, its transforming
and soon, it will break through the barriers
and hatred will be swarming

that's how you would remember me, that's the sad part
so i warn you now, not to overstep
care and nurture me, protect my heart and tread lightly, be cool
cause im a ticking time bomb, tick tick tick and trust me, you should have no intention of being around for the boom

what good does it do if my heart is an egg, but i'm surrounded with sharp utensils
how does it make anything better if my tongue has all the power and my heart has to deal with the aftermath
how does my brain even play a role when it knows what's going on and does nothing
doesn't provide a path to success
doesn't enable me to laugh in times of stress

the heat is rising, and like an egg, i feel my heart getting more solid, like a boiled egg
i dont know who is in control of the temperature, but i won't beg
i'll stand up straight, head up, and keep smiling
because the tension is rising, the right things, nobody's buying
i'm failing, but baby, im trying
i'm seeing way too many souls flying, gliding in Azure Sky 
there's too many people lying, oh my
there it is
there
breakfast is served.

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most people's lives begin when they die

after the final breath, the silence of nothingness.
lies the physical husk, the shell of nobody less.
and many come around to pay attention to the deceased.
almost as if the soul is brand new and life has been released.

they recall memories of the one, hold them in high regard, lifting them.
like a new born, held in the air by the old nurse, crying profusely while connected by stem.
oh, how beautiful life is, what they have become.
a superstar in their own right and all of a sudden, everyone has all the wisdom.
they know.. i promise they know.
they weren't around but they still saw them grow.

most only know the name of the deceased, by name and picture.
they truly do not know how to feel, sad or comforting to the sad, their emotions a mixture.
so they try to fabricate tears, and look as sad as they possibly can
and respect their name, mention it as much as they can and look like their biggest fan

truthfully, they left more of an impact now than when they were still with us, unfortunately it was fate.
because humans do not care about anybody until life has to highlight them, but then it is too late.
the angels will sing and the soul will be lifted, to fly high.
it's sad but most people's lives only begin after they die.

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take my breath

so what if i did?
what would you do, what did you do?
you watched me self destruct, cave in from the bottom, vanish.
i've been blamed for being a coward, but believe me, i was banished.

with every step, a growing rift tears between.
a quiet space, infinitely small. a solitary shore.
in silent whispers and loud glares, love becomes unseen.
your eyes revert to how they were before they met mine.
as echoes fade, our voices fall with the sun and speak no more.

the laughter we once shared softly quiets, like petals from roses gliding through the wind.
so as i step forward, a somber feeling of acceptance, my feelings suprisingly do not rescind.
that slight, but blinding light has vanished from your eye.
as life continues, as does the cycle. whatever lives must eventually die.

farewell love, it was good while it lasted, although not physical, this is our final embrace.
i let you go, you are set free. you belong to the world once more.
but know this, there would've been a spot for you in the chambers of my heart forever, in time and space.
as my breath quiets down, my body runs cold, remember i love you always. you can visit me, you still have the keys to my door.

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Redundant Love

i dont know what im scared of
im scared to fall in love with you
scared that i may mess it up
i dont know this game
I've had zero practice and im not intimate at all
in fact i cringe at stuff like that
and to think i MUST do it to prove my love
my affection?
well excuse my ignorance, for i did not know
im scared that i'll do too much, or too little
i wont be able to handle you when you cry
i wont be able to be with you every time life pokes you in the eye
i'll blame myself for the smallest arguments
and i struggle to apologize, not that im incapable
but i really like proving my point
my point of all this being: i dont trust myself.
it sounds cheesy but its not you, its me
truly, i am the problem
i have too many problems and im trying to solve them
and i know you'll get tired of it, i wont blame you
and when you do leave, i'll feel even worse than i did when i was with you
i'll have to avoid you, walk past you in the halls in complete silence, icing your presence
i'll have to listen when our friends talk about you while my heart aches in silence.
i'll have to stumble upon old pictures and text messages that'll set me back on my progress
i'll have to listen to sad, heartbreaking music and binge netflix movies, eat ice cream straight out of the tub
i'll have to become less productive as im still hurting
while i believe you've moved on and hurts me further
you could feel like you wasted months of your life with me, because you did
you could feel like you accomplished less and sacrificed more because of me
you could feel like you did everything while i did nothing
you could feel like you were dumb for believing i was THE ONE, and you weren't dumb
i just couldn't live out the expectations, i knew i couldn't and i still led you astray
i know all of this will happen if we do get together
we have the best chemistry, we can talk for hours and hours, we know a lot about each other and are comfortable with each other
as friends
once we cross the barrier, i dont know 
i feel like something clicks and i become less
thats when the issues start
so baby im sorry, its really not you, its me
i dont expect you to understand
see, i did it again
im scared to love you
im scared to fall in love
and im fine with it.

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paradoxical effect

at the traffic stop, where good meets bad.
a trickle of sweat runs down, you're not guilty, so you get mad.
you bicker and bicker, but to no avail, the bat in the blue badge made up his mind
you had no reason to overreact, the rage has made you blind.

i have a body in the backseat of my matte black car.
if i act accordingly, surely there's no way i get caught, i can take this thing far.
an inviting eye, and a smile that blinds his eye, the opposition has been fooled.
the fate that had awaited me, has sadly but unironically been overruled.

"i didn't do it" vs "i'm having a good day" was never a fair fight.
nobody with the correct moral compass to tell what is wrong and what is right.
the anger and spite in your voice has trapped you, an innocent soul trapped away, nobody to care.
sometimes the villain wins by doing nothing, and sadly, but unironically their bad deeds leave no one to spare.