My Mirror ~ Nkazimulo Mvemve

My mirror, my reflection.
Same to me in every way, no mistake what so ever.
We look at watch other as if we just met, but we haven't.
You've been around my whole life - not only in the mirror of my room -
But the ones in the world.
My reflection, never in one place.
You are all over shadowing me from the: windows in class,
The reflection in my tea, my watch and polished surfaces.
The same person in every way, but different form every time.

My mirror, my reflection.
Do you see the world the same way I see it?
Or do you only see the surroundings I'm currently in?
Do you have a voice similar to mine?
Or do you mimic my lip movement ever so perfectly?
Movement your mouth like mine.
Do you hear the sounds of life?
Or do you only listen to the silence of your 2 - dimensional world?                                                       

Where sound is unknown.                                     
Do you feel emotion?
Like when I cried in front of you and I saw my tears on your face,
And my heavy emotions in your eyes.

My mirror, my reflection.
Are we friends?, because we know each other very well.
We are the same you and I, but I wonder....
What is it like to be you?
Your conscious and thoughts lie behind a transparent wall.
Yearning for freedom, to break the thickness that separates us.
I see, I feel and live
You see,  you feel and live - me.
Same to me in every way.
My mirror, my reflection.


©  Nkazimulo Mvemve

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Grade 11
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Somewhere I Dare Not to Travel ~ Meleza Jali

You see

There are places,

barren places

places long deserted

places intentionally avoided



There are stories

unfathomable stories

stories left untold

stories intentionally forgotten



There are memories

harrowing memories

memories not revisited

memories intentionally buried



These places, stories, memories

I dare not to travel



These places, stories, memories

Haunt

Torment

Cripple



But,

You don’t see

that these

abandoned places,

inconceivable stories, and

veiled memories,

Constitute me.



©  Meleza Jali

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Matriculant 2017
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They won’t even know her name… ~ Meleza Jali

‘Be patient’

‘Simply agree and smile’

‘Try to understand’



These words

These words,  a mantra

These words her song

These words her laws

These words her chains

These words her unending pain



She questions herself

Why does it matter

Why does it bother her

Why, why, why



She searches

Her knees and hands

Scratched and bruised

She searches

Her eyes long tired

Her body  frail

Her soul depleted



… Revelation comes



She’ll tell you why



For it is her identity

For it is her story

For it tells her journey

For it is all she can claim

For it is she

It is her, it is her!

It is all she is



She can no longer be patient

She can no longer just agree and smile

She has understood



Understand that when death arrives

Her name shall be unveiled on the headstone

Understand that when death knocks

Her name shall be called and mourned

Understand that when death enters

Her name is all that shall remain



So write her name

Her name: a Right

Her name: a rite of passage



 “Melissa”


No

“Milisa”

No

“Meliza”

No

“Malaza”

No



I am Meleza

Meleza

Nothing else, just that.



© Meleza Jali

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Matriculant 2017
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The Feeling ~ Nkazimulo Mvemve

What did you do to me?
The sensuous action that you had done on me
took me to a place unimaginable.
It was one of weirdness and awkwardness
BUT I cannot deny the fact that I enjoyed it.
What did you do to me?
Placing your warm hands where I never expected
and caressing my chest like cats fur,
you took away my attention and brought a heavenly feeling upon me.
It's was like magic or getting high, it's indescribable
What did you do to me?
The fact that I still think about it and means that I cannot get over it.
The she that did wonders on me undistinguished but desirable,
rare and but expected and yet joyful and different.
What did you do to me?



©  Nkazimulo Mvemve

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Grade 11 
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Their Words and My Tears ~ Nkazimulo Mvemve

It saddens me to hear those words come out of someone's mouth.
Even though they might have said it without knowing it's hurts just as much.
They say don't care about what other people think ,but how am I supposed to feel if that person has a massive impact on my life.
And as if I didn't hear properly I asked if she can repeat but it was as if she really meant it.
Saying it for the second time in the same manner , it hurt even more.

I thought about it then I cried and cried and cried and cried even more , but I was never heard and I never said anything I kept the pain to myself.
All of the pain in my life I've kept to myself ,I might have told a few best friends about my problems but I don't tell them all of them.
They say you should speak to someone when you want to do something like commit suicide, but I never told them about that either, I never told anyone

I've stopped the tears for now but the words will never cease.



©  Nkazimulo Mvemve

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Grade 11
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Am I Better Off Without You ? ~ Nkazimulo Mvemve

To be honest I really don't know;
you've played a very important part in my life,
that whenever I think of how it would be without you
my mind will go blank.
All the things we did and all the times we spent together
feel like a very distant memory fading away day by day.
You've always brought the best out of me
and I've always brought the crazy out of you.
It's like we're perfect for each other.
It's always been that way. Nothing more nothing less.
But I can't deny the fact that it's impossible to imped the way I feel about you.
IT'S LOVE.
The love that I have for you.
And like an Oak seed that has been planted
my love for you slowly grew greater day by day.
Maybe I am, maybe I'm not.
All I know is that you're important to me.
Whether I'm better of without is irrelevant.



©  Nkazimulo Mvemve

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Grade 11
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Enjoy The Game: 2 Poems ~ Uwais Coetzee

Enjoy the Game


I’m tired of writing depressing stuff
But I can’t write anything instead,
Because we write what we feel and I
Feel exactly what I said.
I know why I feel this way
But I can’t tell anyone why
Or rather I don’t want to
Reveal my secrets so I
Keep them bottled and say nothing
And keep quiet all the time.
I hide my secrets and stay a mystery
And tell me, is it a crime?
Is it a crime to want to hide?
Is it a crime to stay inside?
Is it a crime to change your tide
When you feel a little tired?
To be a secret and in the shadows
And never say a thing
Because we all wish for
A reality in which we cling
To the hope and aren’t hopeless,
To the life and aren’t lifeless,
To be less tired and be tireless,
To live without pain: painless.
In which we take our joys
And portray them with a scream,
Where love goes two ways
And we work as a team,
Instead of whispering our sorrows
And are silently in pain,
To move to better options
And enjoy the game.



Don’t Drop It


We choose to keep going
Like the grains of wood
Like the clouds in the sky
Like the people that could
Have survived another moment
Have survived another day
Have survived another week
If we chose not to say
What may have been the thing
That pushed them over the cliff
That sent them over the edge
But what if, what if?
What if we weren’t so angry?
What if we weren’t so mean?
What if we could have known?
What if we could have seen?
Would it have changed the way
You saw your reflection?
Would it have changed
The mass delusional deception?
That life is good
And life is nice
And blades and ropes
Wouldn’t have to suffice
In this place where
The sky is blue and birds can fly
And tears occasionally
Fall from an eye
And I am not perfect
But if I were then
Maybe I’d have saved you
From dropping your pen.



©  Uwais Coetzee

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Grade 12
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Fate's Friend: 3 Poems ~ Uwais Coetzee

Fate’s Friend

He had all the words he needed

But was silent face to face

Because the mind is virtually useless

When the heart begins to race.

She made his blood pump

And his hair stand straight

And he hoped and prayed they’d

End up together by fate.

But fate never worked like that

And fate wasn’t your friend

And if your relied solely on fate,

You’d meet an untimely end.

But one thing he knew how to do

Was poetry and how to write

And the words became his arsenal

As he slowly learned how to fight.

He stayed indoors and stayed warm

With pen and paper in hand.

And one day he mustered the strength

And slowly began to stand.

He felt powerful and invincible

And was basking in his glory

But when he looked up from his book

She was walking into another story.

He screamed and chased with tearful eyes

As she slowly walked out the gate.

Because while he was nose down in his book

She had made friends with fate.

Slow Poison

He felt it in his fingers

And the tip of his nose

And the lobes of his ears

And the webs of his toes.

In the saliva in his mouth

And the follicles of his hair

And the cracks of his skin

But she didn’t seem to care.

She never batted an eyelid

And left him with the pain

And left him all alone

Sitting in the rain.

She left him with the poison

But made sure it was slow

And as soon as it took effect

She would get up and go.

She’d fly away

Like a weddings white dove

Leaving him with the poison

But labelling it as love.

Self-Burial

The skies were blue

But his heart was grey

This contrasting factor

Left him with nothing to say.

The thoughts, however, flowed

Through his brain at a rapid pace,

Like “what if?” and “why me?”

Left tears rolling down his face.

They dripped to the very soil

Where the casket would lay

And he struggled and fought

To get the box to stay.

The scratches on the wood

And the thumping on the door

Left him kicking and screaming

Alone on the floor.

Tear stained eyes and pain stained situation

And the emotion of the moment

Made him lose concentration.

He was up with tears gone

And his thoughts had disappeared

And why he was crying at the burial

Was something he no longer feared.

The thoughts of a different future

Were something away he’d cast

Because he was now a stronger person

After burying himself, from the past.

©  Uwais Coetzee

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Grade 12
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Common Differences: 5 Poems ~ Uwais Coetzee

Common Differences

They were complete and polar opposites
In every single way
And neither one of them ever knew
Exactly what to say.
The both had words in their heads
And both had words on a page
But both felt trapped and neither
One knew how to escape this cage.
They came from different backgrounds,
Came from different starts.
They had different minds
Had different hearts.
They knew different torture
Knew different pain
But both knew they loved
The smell of falling rain.
In the worlds of these two people
There were different beasts to tame.
But they did have one thing in common
They knew how to love the same.



Differences

They looked at different skies,
Looked at different seas,
Knew different yous,
Knew different mes.
They walked in different parks,
Walked in different streets,
Admired different heroes,
Knew different feats.
They took different pictures
And all in different frames
And they were both players
But in different games.
With his storyline going one way,
And hers going another,
Each one needing something,
Each one needing the other.
Not knowing how to find the thing,
Never finding the other one,
Felt like looking up on a clear day
And being unable to find the sun.
Like opening a door after walking through it
And not looking before crossing the street,
Their lives weren’t perfect,
Their lives were incomplete.
It was like jelly without the jiggle
And wood without the grain
And rain without the drizzle
And love without the pain.
Like the Yin without the Yang
Like black without the white
They both needed each other
To make it through the night.
They needed to have each other
In order to feel complete
But they’d walk through life
Never, ever to meet.



Dream thoughts

He awoke
With thoughts flowing through his head
And tears causing
The stains on his bed.
Having lost the
Dreams he had
And had woken up
Feeling a lot worse than bad.
He had felt depressed,
He had felt alone,
He felt isolated and
Completely on his own
Having lost what he had
In the dreams of the past
And if anything he knew
It wouldn’t last.
Because she had disappeared
When he woke up, it seems.
And she was only his
Girl in his dreams.



Everything was worse

The wind was a little slower
And the sky, less blue
And the waves a little higher
And the clouds greyer too.
The water a bit colder
And the grass a bit dryer
And you were more tired
Because the buildings seemed higher
And protagonists
Seemed sadder
And villains
Seemed gladder
And the alleyways seemed darker
And the lights were way less bright
And everyone and everybody
Struggled through the night
And everyone seemed sadder
Until the sunrise
Because everything was worse
Until she opened her eyes.



Reflection of Reality

Her hair shone in the sun
And he compared it to liquid gold
That flowed from the lake of heaven
But he was never so bold
As to talk to the angel he saw,
The one that was in his eyes,
And whenever her saw her
In his stomach would be butterflies.
The classic old love story,
The classical love tale,
The one involving a guy and a girl
Where love would never fail.
Where roses were red
And violets were blue
And sugar was sweet
And she loved you.
Where the moon was always full
And white doves always flew
Where she claimed it was love
And it would be true.
But this was not the case
Or so I was told
And her hair wasn’t comparable
To the liquid gold
And the roses weren’t red
And the violets weren’t blue
And sadly in this case
She didn’t love you.



©  Uwais Coetzee

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Grade 12
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The Black Rose: 4 Poems ~ Uwais Coetzee

The Black Rose

In a world of red, white and pink
He was The Black Rose,
Destined to be different
From head to toes.
From sky to ground
He was separate from the rest,
He was forced to excel,
He was forced to do his best,
To get the recognition
The others got easily
And he knew he had
To work harder naturally.
To be ahead,
And to be on top
He had to make them wait,
He had to make them stop.
He gained the recognition
And became the one they chose.
He was the only one.
The Black Rose.

If Only

He closed his eyes and wondered:
Would the world still be fine?
If the things that made history
Had changed along the line.
If black was just a colour
And the plague was just a flu
And the ark wasn’t buoyant
And there was always me and you.
If spiders couldn’t kill you
And Hitler hadn’t felt that way
And Da Vinci couldn’t paint,
Would we have met that day?
If tigers had spots,
If Malcom didn’t care
And King hadn’t marched,
Could I still stroke your hair?
If the sea weren’t salty
And the sky weren’t blue
And love was just a feeling,
Would I have you?

Lines

Two people,
One with a pen and one with a blade
Each person, however,
Wanted to be saved.
One knew words
And one was without
But each in a way
Was spoken about.
A heart needing love
And one that loved too much
But each one, unfortunately needed saving
As such.
Saving as we all do,
Redemption from the pain
And all we ever do
Is try to stay sane.
A pain is difficult to escape
When it’s inside your head,
When it’s inside your mind,
When it follows you to bed,
When it eats your insides
And it dwells in your heart,
When it’s so constant,
You don’t know end from start.
So, the two people,
The pen, and the blade
In each of their hearts
Pain was made.
Each with their weapon
Of choice in their hand
Each choosing Lines
To make people understand.

Nobody is You

Sometimes we feel
that we aren’t good enough
that were always at the bottom
and that we aren’t good at stuff.
But I’m here to say
that you’re perfectly you
and I’m proud that you’ve reached this point
and I’m proud that you grew.
Nobody knows your life,
Your struggles, your kin,
Nobody knows your pain,
No one’s been in your skin.
No one knows what you go through
Every single day.
No one stops to sincerely
Ask if you’re okay.
But you’ve gone through life
No matter how hard.
And you’ll be there till the end.
And you were there from the start.
And you’ll go through every trial
And come out the stronger man
And you rose from every obstacle
Screaming ‘Yes, I can’
And you’ll be there till the end
And you were there from the start.
And nobody can ever be you
And that is your art.



©  Uwais Coetzee

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Grade 12
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Rehab From Love: 4 Poems ~ Uwais Coetzee

Rehab from Love

I’m trying to get better,
Trying to better my mentality.
Trying to ease my hurt,
Not physically but mentally.
You didn’t hurt me
I handed myself the rope
Your perfection drew me in
But I thought I had hope.
I thought I had a chance
I thought it might work out.
I thought you’d love back
But you chose a different route.
You chose to change
And I still wonder why,
The hearts explained it all,
You chose another guy.
I know I’m imperfect
I know I’m not the best,
But you said it yourself
I wasn’t like the rest.
Didn’t you want something
Nobody else could get,
You didn’t have to worry,
Nobody else was a threat.
You could have been the Harley to my Joker,
Fit my madness like a glove,
But now I’m in the mental hospital
Getting rehab from your love.

Their Favourite Place

They hung their moth-eaten coats
On the same rack every day
As they’d quietly think
Of something to say,
Something to do,
Something to be
Not as serious as lovers
But just “you and me”.
They sat at the same table
Every week
Not touching their cell-phones
But not a word they’d speak,
Not a phrase they’d utter,
Not a breath too loud,
Their silent co-existence
Was enough in the crowd.
The steps they’d take,
The posture they’d pose,
The way he always brought
A cliched red rose.
The songs they played
And in silence they sang,
The bartender’s noises,
The same cling, same clang.
The same situation
In the place that was theirs,
The way no one pays attention,
The way no one cares.
The same broken thoughts,
The same tear-stained face,
They went on different days
To their old favourite place.

Hello

He was shy and she was reserved
And they never knew each other well
But both were in love and both were infatuated
But neither one could tell.
She was sneaky and he was sly
And they’d both stalk each other online.
They had pain and were heartbroken
But both always said they were fine.
So she went out with friends
And he locked himself away
And both were sad and broken
When daylight broke the next day.
Because she was a party animal
And him, an insomniac
And of course both desperately
Wanted to go back.
They were both still in love
But neither told the other, though,
And each was left broken each day
As they painfully left it at ‘hello’.

It Hurt the Same

He continued with his love
Even though it caused him pain
And he just soaked it in
Like the ground soaks up the rain.
But he continued to do it
And he simply didn’t care
About the pain it caused him
And it simply wasn’t fair
That she never loved him
And showed him no affection
And the unrequited love
Led him in the wrong direction.
He locked himself away
And couldn’t sleep a wink
Because the pain she left him with
Left him with a lot to think
And feel and know
All about
Because she became something
That he couldn’t live without.
He contemplated death
But contemplated life
And then wanted to
Impale himself with a knife
Because he was on his last life
In this painful game
Because the pain she left him with
And death, hurt just the same.

©  Uwais Coetzee

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Grade 12
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Generic Stories: 4 Poems ~ Uwais Coetzee

Generic Stories

This is a story, a generic one,
About a girl and a boy
About their lives and childhoods
Like fighting over a toy
Like throwing a general tantrum
And crying over a scraped knee
About how the lives of two individuals
Turned into a ‘you and me’
Turned into a tale of love
Turned into a tale of need
About how they wanted to love each other
But no one would take the lead.
No one would make a move,
No one would make a sound,
No one was brave enough to
See what was to be found.
Eventually they couldn’t anymore
And the time to part ways came.
They were merely players
But were forced to quit the game.

A Tale of Two Souls

A tale of two souls
Destined to meet one day
But meet is all they did
As they slowly walked away.
Both too shy
In fear of rejection.
But neither one knew,
Together they’d be perfection.
Like Yin and Yang
Like Black and White
Incomplete without the other,
In need of the sight,
In need of each other
To know wrong from right
Dark from Light
So they could win the fight.
Not against each other
But on the same team
To beat the situation
Or so it would seem.
But life isn’t perfect
And neither were they,
The discomfort of insecurity
Was always in their way.
The doubt of reality was
A real threat
But life thought they’d work,
On them she bet.
They walked away
Discarding it from their mind
And slowly they left
Their fate behind.

The Story

Today I tell the story
Of a man, of a boy.
Destroyed by humanity
And played with like a toy.
Used for pleasure
And for personal gain,
To make others feel better
While he felt the pain.
He wanted to tame the lion,
Pet the beast that was Love.
Too bad it wasn’t for him,
It didn’t fit, wasn’t his glove.
He had dreams of prosperity,
Of happiness. Of Joy,
Of longevity and money
To buy his child the toy.
Of a life better than his
Although his was not bad
He lived in a world of hyperbole
And depression came from sad
And elation came from a smile
And Love came from a like
And a papercut caused the pain of impalement on a spike
And pain became torture.
But this was the reality and
I am him and he is me
And this is the story of the boy,
You see?

Our Stories

Our stories are formed
By the words we say,
The things we do,
The games we play,
The people we meet,
The way we stay,
The way we treat others
That are lower in a way.
We go through life
‘trying to do what’s best for me’
But life isn’t about that,
you see?
Life is about how we treat others,
The ones that we meet,
The ones that greet us,
The ones that we greet.
Because we as humans
Are ‘Breaking Prone”
Because none of us, ever,
Want to be alone.



©  Uwais Coetzee

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Grade 12
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He Took His Own: 3 Poems ~ Uwais Coetzee

He Took His Own

He thought about her eyes
And how they were perfectly blue
And how she had an accent
The quirk when she said ‘’you’’.
Well maybe not an accent
But it was different from his own.
And how when she started sentences
It was always in a higher tone.
How her hair was straight yet curly
And it was blonde yet brown
And how the fly aways took with the wind
And were always flying around.
How her feet were small and compact
And she just had a certain poise.
How she was innocent yet broken
And always chose the wrong boys.
How she made him think so
And he thought he was right
But clearly she had other ideas
And now he struggles to sleep at night.
Now he lies awake thinking that
Maybe she’ll come back
But time was running out for this
And its not the only thing he’d lack.
She was classy and friendly
All at the same time
And he felt inferior
Like his love was a crime.
Time went on as
She found someone new
But he kept falling for her
Through and through.
He became desperate
And had not outgrown
But she carried on with life
As he took his own.

He Wanted

He had thoughts that flowed
Through his mind like the Nile.
He had words that would go
Mile after mile.
He knew that she loved poetry
And he knew that she loved art.
He wanted her to love him too
But he wouldn’t know where to start.
He wanted her to love him,
Wanted her to be his fan,
Wanted her to be his girl,
wanted to hold her hand
and play with her hair
because she was flawless
and way beyond compare.
He couldn’t say a thing
And he was struck by fear
Because his words meant nothing
If someone else was whispering in her ear.

He Wondered

He wondered about other things
In the gaps of his mind
And any other thing
That he could find.
He wondered about the sky
And the falling of the rain
He wondered about the world
And why there was pain.
He wondered about the fish
And their swimming in the sea
And he wondered about
Himself to a degree.
He wondered about his life
And where he was on his way to
And why he wanted happiness
Through and through.
But the thing that was constant
And all that he could find
Was her smile and how it
Drifted through his mind.

©  Uwais Coetzee

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Grade 12
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Five Sonnets ~ Uwais Coetzee

Sonnet V

She woke up one day
And she was all alone
Not physically in a way
But spiritually on her own.

Everyone had deserted her
And left her standing there
Like a social massacre
And no one seemed to care.

But everyone was waiting
For her to go off track
And then they’d return to stab her in the back.

She felt someone was waiting
As the rest carried on with their lives
And there he was, waiting, waiting, to remove the knives.

Sonnet VI

She bled out on the page,
While he bled in reality,
She acted out on stage,
And he indulged in profanity.

They were as contrasting as black and white,
But were both common in a way.
Both had feelings out of sight,
And were way too shy to say.

Both loved the other but would never
Say the word out loud,
Little did they know, both were too proud.

They continued living without ever knowing
Even the others name.
But little did they know that fate was a two-player game.

Sonnet VII

He wore lines
And she wore spots.
He admired the pines
While she took shots.

He was athletic
And she was not.
She was anything but generic
And he hurt a lot.

He knew she wasn’t his
And she knew it too
Because the first chance she got, she flew.

But they didn’t know a thing
And neither did the rest
Because birds always come back to the nest.

Sonnet VIII

All these quads and lines
And the inner workings of a tree.
But no one teaches us to pay fines
And no one says ‘be happy’.

We all learned how to read and write
And how to compose and how to add
But never why not to walk around at night
Or how to be a good mom or dad.

The school system is flawed,
They don’t teach us the right stuff
And slowly we find that life is tough.

We never learn how to live
Or even how to be strong
But all we need is math and science, am I wrong?

Sonnet IX

He wore his struggles like a coat
And ploughed through the icy snow.
He never found reason to gloat
And happiness was always slow.

He hibernated through the hardships
And waited for a better time
And bit through the frostbite
As he made the steady climb.

He struggled toward the summit
And managed to hold concentration
As he made it up the frozen nation.

He looked down
And didn’t know end from start
In these ice filled caverns of her heart.



©  Uwais Coetzee

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Grade 12
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For What It is Worth ~ Nkazimulo Mvemve

I never really thought that it would come to this  we were so close that if I was apart from you I felt sick, but when I was near you felt alive.
I never really thought that I would catch feelings for you. When they said we would make a cute couple we laughed, but now I wish that it would come true.
I never really saw you like that at first because you were, " just a friend " but that just turned into a" best " and that best turned into love for you in a way that was unexpected.

It was as if someone pulled a switch in my head that controlled my affection for you. Now every time I see you my heart beats, my body heats up and it's like time slows down and everything around you becomes enchanted. Like you were living a fairly tale.
I guess that it's the way you talk and how I find it soothing, or the way you laugh which I find amusing or maybe your smile and your eyes how they blend together to make a picture of upmost beauty. Or maybe the way you look at me as if  your gazing into my soul. Looking right into my innermost thoughts and being.

BUT FOR WHAT IT'S WORTH I never really told you how feel, I was scared that I'd lose you and I guess I was right. I never meant what I said I was being an idiot mocking you of your beauty. I was being a fool. I'M SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN TO HURT YOU. If I had the power I  change what said and compliment everything  I love about you

And for what it's worth to me please don't forget me even if you don't want anything to do with me. Losing you is like the end for me.



© Nkazimulo Mvemve

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Blind Sight ~ Nkazimulo Mvemve

It is with a deep desire that we will follow blindly.
To get that we cannot achieve easily we will do anything.
For us it's to follow without question.
We will do anything to get that we cannot.
For us to fill our greatest desires we leave everything behind
and put on chains like slaves not knowing where we are going.
We will choose on turn our back on plans for them,
but WHY?...
Because they have what we don't, because they can persuade
our thinking and change the very thing we were planning to do.
Well I say NOT,they are very smart and they can trick you, take you for a fool,
a lab rat to experiment on and test you.
And yet we will not see the test that they had set upon us. 
If they have done that, it means they show little interest in the moments we shared.
It's SAD isn't it, the fact that we will do anything,
and yet will they even care or give an effort enough.
They are greater than us in every way, stronger, smarter
and they are given more love than money, gold or diamonds.
But I'm not writing this to talk about love.
I'm writing it to say that they are WRONG to take us for fools.
You can control us like a puppets but remember this,
they aren't the ones who are amusing the crowd.
They are given credit for their skill but crowds arrive
to watch the show not the master.



©  Nkazimulo Mvemve


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