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Poem "Don't wanna write anymore":
- written April 2009
- published May 26, 2009
- viewed 52 times
Other poems by Happy Mhlongo:
»Are you dead, dad?«
»Before I die«
»Comfort of thorn«
»Demise«
»Don't blame the world«
»Don't make the cat cry«
»FIFA World Cup«
»From the day I met you (New Change)«
»Hell shall set me free«
»How I met your Mom, Part one«
»I grew up/Golden egg«
»I love you«
»I miss you dear«
»Innocent as a lamb«
»It's over«
»Just Like a Tattoo«
»L.I.F.E.«
»Lesson of better life«
»Let love shine«
»Let me die peacefully«
»Let me sing«
»Letter to your mom... Part two«
»Love at a first sight«
»Marring the death«
»Maybe you never existed«
»My mom, a hero«
»Never love her again«
»Never loved you better«
»No future«
»Pure as white«
»Scenario«
»Serenade«
»Still Growing«
»Summer love«
»That tone of music«
»The bad master«
»The broken-hearted boy«
»The world mourns for you«
»Thinking about you«
»To be tied on her mother's apron strings«
»Unbreakable«
»Who am I?«
»You can shed tears that she is gone«
Visit Happy Mhlongo's profile page
Poem "Don't wanna write anymore":
- written April 2009
- published May 26, 2009
- viewed 52 times
Other poems by Happy Mhlongo:
»Are you dead, dad?«»Before I die«»Comfort of thorn«»Demise«»Don't blame the world«»Don't make the cat cry«»FIFA World Cup«»From the day I met you (New Change)«»Hell shall set me free«»How I met your Mom, Part one«»I grew up/Golden egg«»I love you«»I miss you dear«»Innocent as a lamb«»It's over«»Just Like a Tattoo«»L.I.F.E.«»Lesson of better life«»Let love shine«»Let me die peacefully«»Let me sing«»Letter to your mom... Part two«»Love at a first sight«»Marring the death«»Maybe you never existed«»My mom, a hero«»Never love her again«»Never loved you better«»No future«»Pure as white«»Scenario«»Serenade«»Still Growing«»Summer love«»That tone of music«»The bad master«»The broken-hearted boy«»The world mourns for you«»Thinking about you«»To be tied on her mother's apron strings«»Unbreakable«»Who am I?«»You can shed tears that she is gone«»Don't wanna write anymore«
Why do I write?
When my poems are not worth a cent,
When no top poet recognizes my job.
The only reason I write is...
To be commend by those who are near me,
To be pointed by those who read my poems
That does not make me happy.
Don't wanna write anymore.
Because my poems make people fall in love
And leave me in desert like an abandoned bundle.
I've put all my love in poems but it returns hatred,
No one appreciates my work only Miss Zyl.
My forefather Shake should have seen talent on me,
On the account his life death took him while I'm away.
Why I waste my ink?
Preaching true love while no one loves well.
Commanding people not to kill but they rape more
Don't wanna waste my mind anymore.
Thinking of what I should write to make new dawn,
While someone guns someone down
Thinking what love line I should write
While I don't get one.
And can't practice what I write.
Cutting my nails everyday to write better
And eating snails to think better.
While no one appreciates my effort,
Putting myself under a lot of pressure
Hoping one day one poem book will be published of my poems
But still no one recognizes me
Don't wanna write anymore
When my poems are not worth a cent,
When no top poet recognizes my job.
The only reason I write is...
To be commend by those who are near me,
To be pointed by those who read my poems
That does not make me happy.
Don't wanna write anymore.
Because my poems make people fall in love
And leave me in desert like an abandoned bundle.
I've put all my love in poems but it returns hatred,
No one appreciates my work only Miss Zyl.
My forefather Shake should have seen talent on me,
On the account his life death took him while I'm away.
Why I waste my ink?
Preaching true love while no one loves well.
Commanding people not to kill but they rape more
Don't wanna waste my mind anymore.
Thinking of what I should write to make new dawn,
While someone guns someone down
Thinking what love line I should write
While I don't get one.
And can't practice what I write.
Cutting my nails everyday to write better
And eating snails to think better.
While no one appreciates my effort,
Putting myself under a lot of pressure
Hoping one day one poem book will be published of my poems
But still no one recognizes me
Don't wanna write anymore
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Hettie Van Zyl: "Happy a writer puts his real fealings on paper where no one can take it away so long after people forgot what their thoughts were yours are save on your writing file believe me not every one will appreciate what you write but also believe me there are many that will apreciate it.Iam one of them so write my boy what ever is in your heart dont stop."- Ryan Gordon Penn: "Excellent, I love it! They call us Dreamers, Happy. Remember the world is made by dreamers, not for dreamers! Take care and never stop writing."