Pursuit

Fully aware that you pursue me in only in draped skies-

Because I am born of light.

When your own darkness consumes you

And you don’t have the desire to be devoured anymore

You knock on my door

And like the fool that I am- I open

With arms wide open

And a mind filled with naive thoughts that you won’t hurt me-

Yet you leave me in your darkness like you have before

Mind helplessly swimming in confusion

Unable to derifrienciate our demons

Because yours make themselves feel so much at home

In my own

They take up all the empty spaces, that I don’t even notice you leaving

You’re foolish for leaving me with your demons Because they will always find you

And wholely consume you

I am born of light, it’s only a matter of time before they’re blinded by me.

They find comfort in your solitude

Darkness is no Stranger to you

And you will come knocking on my door

And again, I’ll let you in

But this time

Leave your shoes and demons at the door

I am tired of your sole walking all over me.

I hate that you’re the one door I am unable to close

You drain me.

02 June 2016

22:23

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Breakaway

Over and above the fact that I have been quite sick over the past weeks, I did say I was feeling very underwhelmed by people.

And it is very natural for me, you know, drifting away, to selfishly spend time with me.

I owe the broken parts of me a break, from interacting with people to restore my soul again and gain have some peace of mind.

I suppose I should’ve been a lot more descriptive about what I meant by being underwhelmed, however, I was rather irritable by our last few conversations… they were nothing to ride home about.

What you perceive as no longer being interested in you, was just me feeling pure frustration.

And I can’t fault you,

you were supportive, however I didn’t need support, I just needed someone who understood.

I am weary and you’ve worn me out.

⁃ a paraphrased conversation with a man I almost settled for.

You Are The Sky- Lerato Masubelele

You Are The Sky is an Anthology published  by Lerato Masubelele. He has featured various South African Poets, and I had the honour of contributing two of my poems. 

Links to my poems, Naked and Over The Years, as well as a free ebook of You Are The Sky, are below.  Please share your comments.

Poem Links:

Naked – Kamogelo Mopai

Over The Years- Kamogelo Mopai

Book Link:

You Are The Sky

 

Kamogelo Mopai

 

 

Sinful White Linen

Laying in sinfully white linen,

Covering the remains of my body,

Which are drenched in sex and loneliness.

Unable to fathom the debt I paid for love,

Because no one is able to hold me once you’re gone.

Not only am I swimming in your sweat,

I’m drowning in thoughts of you,

Unable to utter another man’s name.

Unable to spit out the sins I effortlessly swallowed last night.

Unable to get you out of my head…

Because the Coffee I wanted so bad,

Landed up being the Coffin I eagerly buried myself in.

I can’t help but reminisce about how bad I longed for your kiss,

The same kiss which happened to suck out my soul, along with my logic.

I am as unfamiliar with my surroundings as I am to myself.

A constellation of regret lays swift the window seal,

As I did on the bed, waiting to be consumed by your darkness,

Because the stars and I aren’t strangers to the one thing that makes us Come alive…

I Wanted Coffee…

A passionate history of empty promises,

In the chamber of moments never written,

I was waiting for you…

Your presence

poured out like perfume –

No wonder I adored you so much.

Just wanting you to look at me once more…

Just look at me like love.

And like a break from war,

I accept you with open arms wide open,

Just glad that you’re breathing again,

And glad that you’re whole.

 

 

Now I am everything depicting broken because it is my heart that you stole.

Now here you are…

And I am unable to feel my own hollow; due to the illusion that you make me whole.

Waking up next to you, with the smell of coffee brewing parallel to morning dust.

Coffee synonymous to lust

At this moment, I am unable to differentiate between love and lust.

I’ve avoided so many potential heartbreaks

Yet I still want to face your heads on.

Upon preparation for this moment

I specifically said I wanted coffee.

And not coffee in the morning.

But Coffee as a gesture.

A simple gesture to show that you care.