Tigana Chileshe

Rookie (04/04/1989 / Lusaka zambia)

Tigana Chileshe Poems

1. Burning Blank Ashes 1/12/2010
2. Pages From 2009 1/12/2010
3. She Was A Jerk 1/12/2010
4. Killing Me Softly 1/12/2010
5. Father And Son Talk About A Girl 1/12/2010
6. Sometimes 1/12/2010
7. Dream Valley Of My Soul 1/12/2010
8. Farewell My Lover 1/12/2010
9. Miss Sorrow 1/12/2010
10. Skeleton Face 1/12/2010
11. The Moon Screams 1/12/2010
12. Son Of The Soil 1/12/2010
13. One Perfect Rose 1/12/2010
14. People Pleaser 7/12/2009
15. Am Just A Man 1/12/2010
16. Men The World Needs 1/12/2010
17. My Life Statement 1/13/2010
18. Winds Of Summer 1/13/2010
19. Nothing 1/13/2010
20. I Want To Talk 1/13/2010
21. Am Weak Lord 1/13/2010
22. Noisy People 1/13/2010
23. Why Is It Taking To Long To Be Me 1/13/2010
24. My Eyes Are Closed 1/13/2010
25. Want To Know What Love Is 1/13/2010
26. Destiny 1/13/2010
27. The Rains Pouring 1/13/2010
28. Last Date Of 2009 1/13/2010
29. Christian Swagger 1/13/2010
30. Chains 1/12/2010
31. Flames Of Ice 12/10/2009
32. Hooked 7/9/2009
33. Collection Of Short Poems 1/12/2010

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Collection Of Short Poems

MEANINGLESS
I looked into my soul
And saw a great emptiness that enswallowed me.
It was strange and it was dark.
A darkness so vast I fall into it.
Terrified, my heart froze
As fear’s ice hands griped it.
Big dreams and ambitions cut short by the shortness of life
My life now a black deep ocean to drown in
For this is now my fate for mine had being a vain pursuit for self.

DREAMS

The dreams,
These dreams that I dream when I sleep in my sleep.
Are so scary so dark that I awake to only find
That am trapped in the dusty dream of ...

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Burning Blank Ashes

We are like empty cupboards painted black.
Like overused cups throw in the back.
The earth is digusted with our sorry plight,
the world is sick of us and our dirty deals.
Look at us we are nothing but trash.
What is man if not walking dust.
We with our empty promises even resorting to shedding blood.
Living lives filled with deplorable poison ash.
We are all blanks, blanks pretending to be live..

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