Monday, 9 December 2019

Farewells ~ Zinhle Ndlovu

Farewells Never Existed Yet Goodbyes Are Persisted


I was thinking of true inspiration but then you came to mind. I have a few memories but i don't know where to start.

Do you remember the first day you looked me in the eye and told me i shouldn't hide my gift...well I'm remembering the little times we spent together and i just want to say :

"Farewells never existed yet goodbyes are still persisted"

We'll be so distant as if you were in pluto and i was in plant earth, yet i know destiny is not my enemy ever since i was told that everything happens for a reason. At first i feel my words were jailed but then you freed me.

This is not farewell, we'll stay well, please go out there and excell maybe we'll move together emotionally and the eyes may lose sight but the love will never be torn apart as farewells never existed.



A Mother's Love


"Never give up my child.
Do your best and don't forget to smile."

Sometimes we go wild but our parents are prepared to walk the mile. A mother is a woman, a woman is love and love is a mother of happiness. The guilt is in your heart and mind as soon as you realize that a mother's imagination of losing you is scary.

I utter truth and expose gratitude while my mom is my utmost atitude, for the words i speak travel continuously beyond glorious lands and I feel my mother's warm embrace as it never ends.

The guilt is remembering all the wrong I've done to make her sad and sometimes really mad...No words can express how i feel because she gives me love in a gesture of a simple day meal.

My mother's love is beyond the atmosphere she is a shining amour with a spear to destroy fear when it comes near. Her voices is a melody of motivation so meaningful that when she calls my name i truly realize that we are beautiful 'Zinhle'. Her words make more sense to me now than they did yesterday.

"Never give up my child.
Do your best and don't forget to smile."



© Zinhle Ndlovu

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Grade 12
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The Purest Truth ~ Naadir Vorajee

I went upon a lonely walk and
stumbled upon a heart
I wanted to know the warmth it held so
I took it all apart
Its tears fell upon my face as
I felt all of its pain
I often took and never returned and
still that heart remained
When I got to the last piece
it sang a song of praise
It's sound so pure and peacefully put
until my end of days...
I never forgot that heart I broke,
its soft touches were sharp
It pierced my skin and entered my soul like
the sound from Orpheus' harp.

True love stands tall, its width unbound
it tells its truth to one
It never forgets its chosen soul even
when it is none.


Naadir Vorajee

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Matriculant 2013
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The Last Note ~ Mangaliso Xaba

He Acts Like He Is Happy
But meanwhile He Is Left Stranded In The Miseries Of Life.
He Is Sorry For Being A Disappointment To His Parents,
He Never Knew Life Would Have Such Heavy Currents.
He is Deeply Sorry to All Those he has Hurt,
Sorry For The :Heartbreaks, Empty Promises
And All The Ruined Relationships.
He Now Wants To Be Alone,
Tired Of Talking On The Phone, Tired Of Talking to Them All...
These Are His Last Words.
Final Piece To Apologize To The World...



© Mangaliso Mthandazi Xaba (MangzNation)


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Matriculant 2018
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I Still Love You ~ Mangaliso Xaba

I Just Woke Up Missing The Days We Had Back Then.
Love Was Real And You Were My Best Friend.
I Had No Money, But I Loved You Like I Can.
You Broke My Heart & Left It For Someone Else To Mend.
They Keep Telling Me To Leave The Past In The Past, And Focus On What I Have Today.
To Tell The Truth, Things Seem To Not Be Going My Way.
I Miss You And All The Moments That We Shared,
Me & You Were A Really Good Pair.
The Way You Left Me Knocked Me & Broke Me Into Lasting Sadness.
I Want You To Know That I Still Do Care.
This Might Look Like A Note From A Love Sick Puppy.
But I Had To Write It Because I Really Need You In My Life Honey.
You Gave Me Hope & Showed Me That Love From Deep Within Truly Does Exist.
That's Why I Cannot Give Up On You, I Really Cannot Submit.
You Really Are The One For Me, My Darling Baby Boo.
I Still Love You & That's The Only Truth.


© Mangaliso Mthandazi Xaba 
(MangzNation)

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Matriculant 2018
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Three Poems ~ Lindokuhle Mbatha

Life vs School


We see life at different perspectives
but we never see life as something good
why should it always be something sad
why is today's youth so depressed
Depressed because we taught how to be like that
Why can't schools teach us how to be
a good entrepreneur or something better
But we get taught about things we'll never need
Life and school is all the same
but it's how you look at the two different perspectives



Mind vs Heart


We choose in two different ways
Think about it
There is love at 1st sight
There is love after being friends with someone
Looking at her for the 1st time
made me think she was the one
when i never knew what was going inside
that mind and heart of hers
Knowing she was one beautiful girl
everyone knew and loved
but if only they knew
what was going on in that mind and heart
Many people like her body and smile
but they never know what is going in that mind and heart
Where does love reflect?
The mind or the heart?
That's one question we should all ask ourselves.


What is Happening in This World?


Why are young women being treated like this?
They are our future but yet we destroy them like this
Young women are being humiliated and left alone
and some don't even get the chance to be able to open
those precious , God given eyes because their souls are taken away
What is really happening to this world
What happened to unity
What happened to equality
This world is turning into something else
We state to love the ones we love
and say we don't want to lose them
yet we do everything to destroy and lose them...
What is happening to this world?



© Lindokuhle Mbatha

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Grade 11
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A Poem for the Beginning of Spring ~ Malwazi Moholi

Love in Sadness

Written in September 2019


There are scars in place of serious wounds,
although, only after some time.
Some wounds take longer to heal,
while some cause more anguish, get distracted just to forget the anxiety.
Physical wounds would heal and leave a scar,
yet, emotional wounds reminisce and never really heal,
always holding back melancholic sounds
while painting a burning Cistus.

A "self-portrait," you said.
"Tomorrow, You will die," you said.
Even though you knew nothing of what you were saying,
you knew exactly how to inflict the pain you have always had.
Treating me as your own canvas,
painting pretty flowers of different colors on my flesh,
while trying to hide your lonely, painful secret.
I was a burning Cistus, waiting for someone to put out the fire and give me water.
The bruises you painted on my body eventually disappeared,
but my fear and anxiety for you lingered...
It lingered long after I burned in your eyes.

Time passed and watered my wounds,
nourished my heart and gave me the hope I needed to bloom again.
I grew to experience life with a different perspective,
from a burning Cistus to the surviving Rosemary.

From lost hope and despair
to an ounce of light and beauty within the valley of tears and shadows that I lived.

A Rosemary growing in place of a deep emotional wound.
A physical change to embrace my change in emotion.


© Malwazi Moholi

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Matriculant 2018
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