Tsotello Nenzinane

Tsotello Nenzinane Poems

The mind can be the lonliest place
It's just like me
It eats, it sleeps, it breathes
But unlike me, it's free
...

i dont know what im scared of
im scared to fall in love with you
scared that i may mess it up
i dont know this game
...

after the final breath, the silence of nothingness.
lies the physical husk, the shell of nobody less.
and many come around to pay attention to the deceased.
almost as if the soul is brand new and life has been released.
...

my heart, the perfectly shaped egg
oh dear, hear me out, would you?
i can explain it, everything, for you
it's a philosophy only one can understand, will you?
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they tell you that life has been predetermined, that your story has been written already.
then what if everything i'm doing is useless, and i'm being mocked by many.
what if i'm working extremely hard and making promises but i'm fated with a bad ending
what if i plan all these things and begin fulfilling them one by one but i'm just pretending
...

so what if i did?
what would you do, what did you do?
you watched me self destruct, cave in from the bottom, vanish.
i've been blamed for being a coward, but believe me, i was banished.
...

so there we go, trying to twist our thoughts for the comfort of others.
we tell lies and continue to unite, as we call ourselves a circle of brothers.
we need to sugarcoat the truth while still not biting our tongue.
but your mouth feels shut closed, trapped and swollen almost as if it was stung.
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heavy is the head that chose to wear the crown, the true intentions are finally clear.
the sliently loud presence lingers around the one who wears the crown of praise and fear.
adored by crowds, as they sing aloud, but i only hear the whispers of the night.
a heart untouched, like stars that fade slowly from sight.
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at the traffic stop, where good meets bad.
a trickle of sweat runs down, you're not guilty, so you get mad.
you bicker and bicker, but to no avail, the bat in the blue badge made up his mind
you had no reason to overreact, the rage has made you blind.
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Tsotello Nenzinane Biography

Tsotello Nenzinane is a 17-year-old author from Saldanha, South Africa, known for crafting emotionally resonant stories about self-discovery and human connections. Balancing high school with a growing creative career, Tsotello is the mind behind works like Spectrophobia, The Crealco, and The Gaggle. Also a musician, boxer, and entrepreneur, Tsotello runs the clothing brand Aura and creates manga and music, inspiring others to chase their passions with authenticity and purpose.)

The Best Poem Of Tsotello Nenzinane

Isolation

The mind can be the lonliest place
It's just like me
It eats, it sleeps, it breathes
But unlike me, it's free

I'm locked, I'm haunted
Trapped by the chains of procrastination
And I promise you, it doesn't let go

I've been wrongfully imprisoned
Wrongfully accused
My body hurts as if I've been battered and bruised
But in the end, I know I'll lose

I'm fighting a shark underwater
The army on the border
I want to go away, forever
Maybe it can solve my pain
Am I clever?
I'd like to think so

But I've done questionable stuff
My hands are full of blood
Because my whole life, I've been rough
The beauty of Imperfection
Made me want to be neat, maybe section
My work, but my head goes in a completely different direction
I know exactly what I am
I need to prove to everyone that this is not some useless sham

Then BAM, I lie awake
My sheets soaked, Im grabbing on my pillow for hope
I have a text and missed call from my mom saying I just got smoked
This life is no joke

I tried to get up and dust myself off
A little chuckle and a cough
As I glance down, around my leg, I see a cuff
The bottom part of my foot is red, or should I say crimson?
Who was I fooling
I always knew I was imprisoned.

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