Biography of Angela Poen
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I place my head on the lyrical pillow
Everynight, Watching the stars
and the moon through my window
Like a widow, I sit on the matress and mourn moments with alphabets
I find the art in dropping my head down to the exam pad
As I run the black ink accross those white sheets
In the dark with the help of a lighter
my hand, structuring every character (alphabet) with respect.
Like a hero, I find victory in striking one's brain with those words that my pillow whispers in my ear everynight
I find pleasure in thinking about what you're thinking
And what you choose to ignore
And I put those on a piece of paper
I am only an angel -the messanger
Came not to judge
But to reveal the truth that you might just not see
To whisper into your ears what you cannot hear
To deliver the message
And to say on your behalf, what you cannot say
I get my revelation from the sweet sounds of nature
I befriended isolation to fulfill this mission
Pen and paper became my best friends
In the midst of silence and lonliness
As I ink the paper with the past experiences
The present and what we all expect in the future
I hope it all reaches your soul
And in case you wonder who on earth is talking..
My name is Tebogo Angela Poen
You can call me Angy/ T'go
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Angela Poen Poems
The Tears Of A Silenced Victim
They call it a sensitive issue to talk about When it’s so easy to think about The biggest elephant in the house We carry on living and trying not to go there
I Do Not Miss You
Do I miss u because of ur silence? Is it because I do not hear your voice any longer? Is it because u no longer care? Is it because u have somehow stopped saying and doing what u used to?
What's Royalty Then?
When the years of being queen come to an end When everything that you used to become threatened Your crown, your throne and your rod When you have no reason to dine no more
Chewing gums, energy drinks and sunglasses Popcorns, water bottles and books Cigarettes, weed and smoothies Accents and crushes
How much he loves you that he would sacrifice his sleep to watch over you when u asleep at night, Even though u haven't asked him to How he loves u that he would watch u not giving him ur time, U'd rather give it to ur pets, newspaper or magazine
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1st rule: u don't say 'excuse me' 2 any1. U just pass, if u hpn 2 push them, den it's not a problem. Ok.. Then these women be chasing u with their infinite hairstyles, wanting u 2 try them on ur head.. 'helo sisi, khom 'n see, don't u want to do ur hair? '. Somehow u manage 2 escape, then dis big-headed guy grabs ur hand & be like 'hellouw sweedart' as he blows da cigarette smoke on u.. & un4tunately u have 2 pass by dat other man sitting on da corner, giving u dat 'I want 2 swallow u' look.. U try very hard not 2 show him dat u're nervous.. So u give him a daring look. Then u happen to trip, just when u were about 2 fall, the thought of those dirty, smelly waters running in the street, ready 2 grab u, gave u more reason 2 balance & hold on to that rusty pole. Then this guy shows up, giving u that 'have mercy on me' look, asks u 4 a R2 or some bread.. Seeing how u're surrounded by a pride of lions, scared of taking the handbag off ur shoulder & reach in2 it 2 find ur purse, U tell him dat u don't have it. So he leaves u & continues with his journey.. As u rush into da taxi rank, da car passes, drives into those dirty waters, & be4 u knew it, u were showered with those waters.. Eeew.! Feeling like saying da 'f*' word.. Bt then u calm urslf, . 'this is 1 of da devils games'- u think. U carry on with ur journey.. Aaaah! Then u come across a traffic of pedestrians.. 'this is not my day'- u think.. 'people move maan hau..'- u say it in ur heart. u feel like pushing this lady in front of u as she walks like a model. As 4 those ladies with high heels.. u just feel like screaming at them 'THIS IS NOT THE RIGHT PLACE TO PRACTISE WALKING.. Some of us are in a hurry maan'.. With a very knocked-down face, as u walking like u following a queue inside a bank, u start feeling a heat. So u think dat maybe it's a crowd.. But no.. Someone is cooking here. Heban! ! Dude where should we pass? As u walking, some1 behind u steps on ur shoe, then it comes off.. Ish. U feel like giving him a warm-klap.. But then u remembr dat u are a WJWD, So u jst walk away.. then comes dat short person whom u nearly stumbled & fell onto.. I SWEAR..! #fast4ward.
The Tears Of A Busy Man
The tears of a busy man All I ever wanted was to provide All I ever wanted was to be the head of the house
The Lady You Want
tracksuits and worksuits sneakers and boots dyes and haircuts I know you sometimes hate seeing me with those
Giving Is The Secret Principle Of Receiv...
the season was very dry and dusty with no hope of rain green was a myth it only existed in the make-belief world
When things come to an end Good or bad It somehow brings out of our eyes Those glands to say goodbye
The Victim's Character
A beautiful white rose trampled on the ground, Wrestled with dirt and the winds No hope of life for it Its only hope- the sun- the source of its life and strength, seems to be killing it
If I Knew Then....?
Would I, if..? If I knew he was gonna treat me that way, would I have dated him? If I knew it was just gonna be a waste of time, would I still have let that time to go to waste? If I knew he was like that, would I have given dat brother a chance?
My Mother Slapped Me
My mom slapped me last night You could hear the sound of her hand getting in touch with my cheek Now it was all quite Even the silence was silenced
I Do Not Miss You
Do I miss u because of ur silence?
Is it because I do not hear your voice any longer?
Is it because u no longer care?
Is it because u have somehow stopped saying and doing what u used to?
Do I miss you because of the distance?
Is it because I cannot reach you?
Is it because I cannot see you?