Biography of Naledi Sibisi
Naledi Sibisi Poems
An Obscure Artist
I am an artist. An obscure artist. See, I was named with intention; the intention to shine Brighter than the billions of stars in my infinite sky.
Were You Unaware?
Were you unaware That my soul was bare For you? My eyes
Then Love Is The Name
The third rule was not to use his label in vain So, if he is love then love is the name. Just take a step back and realize That this idea has been disguised
You'Re Making A Fool Of Me
You're making a fool of me And, please believe that I mean this not negatively; But you're turning me into a character I'm unfamiliar with being. Never have I found comfort in the fact that I'm thinking about someone whose mind I may not pay visits to,
There are certain things that need no (isolation) like communication and your mental compilations. See, if you're thinking it, it need not a-maze the receiver but I guess the heart is the minds greatest deceiver. A thief in the night of the light that
I'Ll Assure Her That It's Historical
How do girls depend on other peoples men to feel appreciated? Forgetting that other people wouldn't appreciate it. How do girls depend on other peoples men for comfort? When, if word got out they wouldn't come forth.
Reintroduced To The People I'Ve Been Int...
I'm at home On my own With my thoughts And my phone.
Dream Within A Dream
My dreams are being controlled at the expense of consciousness Systematically organized, the communism of my heads nest. I'm petrified to fall asleep because I'm unprepared for the encounter One more of a bother than in real life when I encount-her
Unaware of the destination and the ingredients of conversation After some 24hours in sequence, not a hint of rush Stimulating my buds You nudged
When my heart spoke, I wrote. When my walls broke, I wrote.
Held In My Hand
I hold it in my hand Modestly and elaborately. I embrace the life it gives you
Unaware of the destination and the ingredients of conversation
After some 24hours in sequence, not a hint of rush
Stimulating my buds
Me, and we walked. The longest walk because time chose to turtle its way through this talk.
My foot is reminded of what lies ahead, reluctant to recline - it balances up instead.
And the wind is amusing and the traffic is confusing and your voice blues my ear
All I hear