http://slow.writerscafe.org/Lichaba The original writings of author Lehlohonolo Lichaba en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776053364 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 When its all gone and whats left is only the fragments of good times. I look back and remember when we first met, no expectations just the rush not thinking of what we would get, with clararity I can almost remember everything you said, from don't leave me to stay with me and I was happy and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lichaba/1707373/ My chemical romanceLove spoken without motion is like tear sherd  without emotion.Love is rear imposible to maintain without devotionSo I hold on to hope let her not escape meBecause without  her love is a myth and true love is a lie Love said does not reflect love sharedAnd love felt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lichaba/1667649/ From a first glance like love at first sight my affection was made up. Insurance back up for good times , not that i wanted to use you but you fit the profile. You know ,face like rainbow, skin like caramel,body on point , chest like your breast are pulling you, perfect catch So it beganThe po.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lichaba/1644472/ From a first glance like love at first sight my affection was made up. Insurance back up for good times , not that i wanted to use you but you fit the profile. You know ,face like rainbow, skin like caramel,body on point , perfect catch So it beganThe position was vacant , so I took the jobW.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lichaba/1641047/ Friend to painEnemy to happinessMarriage to decayBut still I stay to avoid lonelinessThe kinda love to bump me to your fists and mark my face with bruises.The kind of life even those bravest among all choosesMarks of the supposed support and careDeep down I know he is kind even when .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lichaba/1591381/ Dear mama. I was blessed with a gift of life from the day I was born which is you mamaLike a moonlight provider of sight always by me even in dark times mama. Like a stone you were never shuttered by my indicencies you are the beast that keeps foes away mama. Through sweet times nd sour.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lichaba/1591378/ My eye imprison my tear to hide my fearVocal cords on mute ,strings hardened like spearThe loneliness as eyes can hear what ears can't seeThe only nest to hide is plain sight no refuge for creatures like me.The sun is unkind we friends to the moon we live in darknessWe burn the ice expose lies.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lichaba/1591367/ Dear red cherryI want the kinda love that will leave me smiling aloneas if i can catch your smell and touch the scent ofyour smileThat kind of love that breeds jealously not because idon't trust you but because i believe you and I weremolded from the same clay, so its hard, close toimp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lichaba/1547366/ Dear mama. I was blessed with a gift of life from the day I was born which is you mamaLike a moonlight provider of sight always by me even in dark times mama. Like a stone you were never shuttered by my indicencies you are the beast that keeps foes away mama. Through sweet times nd sour.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lichaba/1547362/ Dear future wife I write this with a smile because I know you can't wait to meet me. Maybe we have met before but fate kept the real truth about us behind the shade. I can almost see everything falling into place and taking shape. We have a bright future in front of us, and I bet you can't wai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lichaba/1412581/ just how the world has changed http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lichaba/1363822/ this is a conversation between two friends , one criticizing love and woman and the other one embracing love and appreciating woman. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lichaba/1323487/ I amlehlohonoloA friend tomany enemy to manyBut to uI'm a rock to learn onBring ucomfort,to you I am a bed to sleep on I am LichabaA gentlemento many a jerk to many But to youI am a partnerbring youjoy , to you I am the answer I amL.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lichaba/1314218/ At first I saw just a glimpse of you,a vivid image of just the side of your face.Then again I saw you , this time I saw a complete image of you,Beauty so pure so real you would pinch your self to see if you not day dreaming. Finally got a chance to say helloBut with knees trembling I ran.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lichaba/1314214/ If I was apoet I would construct words in such a way that the rhythm of alphabets andletters sing to your heart a song of endless love.Words thatwould rip open my chest,spill my heart out into your hand so you know you have my love.I wouldswing my pen on the paper and make you fall i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lichaba/1314205/ he remained misunderstood like a rare virus without a curethe credible soul for sure   motionless face that kept wonderhe was like a painting on the wallcouldn't tell what he was feelingsad,angry,happy or bitterunpredictable like spring weather.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lichaba/1314190/  it's dark in the nighttip toeing around my consciouslike i'm walking on spikes,can't see leeches but my blood felt drained,took a dive in a pool ofpain,never the samelike a lost soul i looked out for the light Darkness consumes me I lost my sight.Lost sen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lichaba/1314188/ I speak the signs.Shout out the silence.Crawl the skies.Wrapped in my blanket of religion I'm an atheist.I'm my dreams My thoughtsMy paradise oasis of my own miseryI'm the triumphant of apartheidHope to the oppressed.I am the brightest darkness.Alive full of dreams I'm a corp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lichaba/1303765/ I would give up forever just to touch youJust to know that you can feel me somehowYou an angel , the closest to heaven that I'll ever be.And I don't want this to stop right now.When you say I love you , I sometimes cut myself to bleed just to know that I'm alive, that this is not just a dream.We not.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lichaba/1275041/ memories of our times together http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lichaba/1275021/ Can you speak silence?My moment of silence always follows my moment of violenceZero tolerance the world fits in my lensFists clenched, thirst quenched after reading some will have screens munchedLike a lightning reality strikes,tears on my face nightmares on my bedsidelike a ripper, darkness creeps .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lichaba/1249848/ lovepem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lichaba/1190074/ the feeling of being trapped in your own body. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lichaba/1158424/ A real woman with soul gazes deep in youreyes in search for greatness With no doubt or distress all she sees isbrightnessNot cold like a breeze of a deserted islandInstead a paradise god made sweet land A real woman with pride like a soldier, shestands for what she b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lichaba/1034789/ I’mwhat they call a sacrifice,Thelast breath of human kindFinalspecie on this dark cold worldIfI die it means no wealth, just extinction of human kind, the end of theuniverse. I’mthe omegaAdeclaration of final willAclone of JesusLi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lichaba/1032684/ It is settled now,It has been decided,Not as easy as it sounds,But I’m at peace I have no doubts. Flip the page start a new tale,Yes, yesterday was fate but tomorrow is never late,Trails of the past starts to fade,Future I see so bright I wear my shades... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lichaba/1032512/ Nobody understands.I hide my marks behind a smile,But deep down I’m empty,It’s a deep dark hole I can’t fill Sometimes I wish I could call out, Call out the ground to open and swallow me,Or even reach down my throat,Reach down my throat and rip .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lichaba/1025698/ Let the lightning strike as we poets  blaze trees to connect with scripts,Suffocate the pen until it bleeds on the script,The blood of creativity. Some believe in love or lust But us in lightWe don’t preach, we teach We a rare breed,Extra ordi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lichaba/1023999/ I have been here for a while nowi know things i heard thingsbut i can't Imagine  or picture the world nowI like how my shades hides me from what i have never seen before.call it insanity, but i conclude, not knowing is the best resort for my thoughtslike the saying goes, wha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lichaba/1023897/