A man defined

Softness and thy touch

Mitta Xinindlu — Thu, 25 Feb 2010 10:29:15 +0000

My dearest Blake, It’s been a while that we have been at a distance from each other; long hours, and I can’t express how much I miss you day and night. Almost every night, when I lounge down on my bed, I almost feel you embracing me from behind and stroking my face. I feel thy hands and thy soft breath against the back of my neck; Thy scent on my hair, my clothes and my hands. Mr ‘forever you are on my mind’, hallo. But I’m not sad but pleased and encouraged, because we’ll be meeting each other very soon. Meanwhile, your love is the sunshine of my day, yet rain drops on my rugged skin. So rugged missing your nourish touch. I miss thy look and; Thee stroking my skin. Thinking about you or just hearing thy given name in my mind offers me so much optimism and oomph to go through my day. But yet I sometimes fall down because the distance becomes a disaster of a while. I love you, Love, Mimi

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Yes I will

Mitta Xinindlu — Thu, 18 Feb 2010 14:51:09 +0000

I will be your fool, Love, and everyone will wonder if my love for you has gone totally blind. I will.

I will be your fountain and on the mountain I will stand and still proclaim my undying love for you, Love. I will.

I will make you my ‘one and only’ even if there are many “one and only” to you. I will.

I will stop looking at all the other men and deny their existence and keep this look only for you. I will.

I will; even if you look at hundreds of women with lust and wish they could make your night bliss. I will.

I will make you remain my man even if I am not your only woman. I will.

I will cry every night because of the pain that you bring forth but in the morning I will love you still. I will.

I will dress in the longest or shortest dress you pick for me to wear even if it means looking like the figure you saw on the magazine and probably wished it were your girl. I will.

I will listen to all the advices that are of advantage to you even if it hurts, deep in the heart. I will.

I will stop talking with them; those that make your anger fume, if you ask. I will.

I will follow you till the ends of the earth if you ask me to …and remain constant and silent and stationary if you decide to leave…me…alone. I will.

I will, Love, I will.

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I am a proud virgin.

Mitta Xinindlu — Thu, 18 Feb 2010 14:42:24 +0000

Okay! yes, I admit that I am a virgin. Not until you can prove otherwise; I will remain a virgin. Not until you take me to the high courts or something crazy like that; I will remain a virgin. The words I utter and the movements I make don’t prove that I have lost my innocence. That I am now one of ‘’them’’. When I lose my virginity I will be covered with shame and probably with anger as well. I will stop going for ‘ukuhlolwa’ and probably stay ‘leg-opened’ for the next fifteen years. Once I lose this precious status I will write down a list of all the men who make me filthy, those who leave their dirt in my temple. I will hang the list for the rest of the world to see my shame and my nakedness. I will measure all the ‘sticks’ that enter my temple and probably award the one with longest stick. I will have a list in alphabetical order on my wall and make sure that I have all the alphabets on that list. I will have one-night stands, two-night stands or whatever they call it nowadays. There will be no need for man to make me speak or kiss or wet. The roughest will probably be awarded. I will play ‘patient and doctor’, ‘student and teacher’ or ‘rabbit and rabbit’ with whoever has the so-called magic stick. When I am no longer a virgin I will call all the traditional houses and announce my absence in the house of innocence. I will then penetrate the stages of adolescence and pass through them as if I felt no pain. The big question is; who will bear the struggle of taking away my virginity and change me into all that I have discussed?

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The sad day is…

Mitta Xinindlu — Thu, 15 Oct 2009 13:29:02 +0000

The day I will dream. I will dream of sores and wounds. I will see as a vision; a night with no morning. I will sing and dance in worship, the star twilight. I will smear shame and pain in the minds of the bad. I will imagine no sun or moon in the sky, only light shinning through the darkness. I will wash out their minds and leave, only a blank page of sorrow and gloom. I will smile and laugh in joy, and leave wrinkles on my dimpled chicks. This is fine, I will say. I will continue if nature allows, cutting into strips life and soul. I will dream yet wake up to live.

When the pain entered, it never left

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what i love about life

Mitta Xinindlu — Thu, 15 Oct 2009 12:29:01 +0000

What I love about life is that it gives you options. Either you take or you leave. You abide by its rules or you simply don’t. Now if you

In the making of the nut

want to shred my heart then go right ahead. Life doesn’t award anything to any one but only people have the power to award other people something. This is an exclusive write, probably one of my firsts. Now let’s think about the load that’s put in our minds everyday, and the pain that’s hammered harshly in our hearts. Are you damaged yet? Probably not. Probably you don’t feel any pain through the bitter cries of the soulless children of the world. Simple task has been handed over to the world. But not a single hand has come forth to rescue these souls. Oh! No don’t get me wrong. A lot of them have tried with no progress. What a shame!

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Male child

Mitta Xinindlu — Wed, 20 Aug 2008 08:02:27 +0000

I wrote this on poemhunter.com

You drive me insane
Your internal torture keeps my blood pumper in pain
My tears fall on each and every day
My face, like the river filled with drops from the rain
I weep and I weep in vain
As your harmful voice won’t stop nor fail.
I’m scared, Oh God I’m afraid
Your face, your body, and your hands I see still on that photo frame
Go away I plead, leave me as I have lain
All my thoughts, anger and fame.
My words are gone and I fail one word to say
My heart ponders, I wonder, I cease and I pray
Asking the Lord to take you out of my way
No! Why? I sigh, I call upon him as I crave
To see thy and His name
I can’t, I won’t utter any word, and your name makes me pale
My heart races and I wonder why God formed a male
As now my life will never ever be the sameMitta Xinindlu

Is ‘he’ the head of your house?

Mitta Xinindlu — Wed, 20 Aug 2008 07:12:58 +0000

Does it have to be the man who makes the decisions in the home. Could a home be solid without the man or is he the foundation, the stone and the light of it…tell me now?

A man defined

Mitta Xinindlu — Wed, 20 Aug 2008 06:24:57 +0000

What is a man to you. A simple or complex definition is what defines a man…but what is the definition?