Skryf poësie in die sand
Dis altyd soeter deur jou hand
Sien *** die letters smelt as die gety inkom
Dis nou te laat om weer huis toe te kom
Kom ons hardloop in die nag
Wilde harte is op jag
Vasgedruk hier in mekaar se arms
Lê ons veilig, bly en warm
Ek wil jou vra, kan ek soen jou op die bek
Soos ons gedoen het toe ons nog verliefdes was
Om vriende aan die einde van dit als te bly
Was wat ons wou, maar dit gee geen vrede nie
Apr 17, 2023
Apr 17, 2023 at 12:35 AM UTC
Was ist das Kämpfen?
Und wie kämpft man immer weiter,
Wenn man schon so müde ist?
Meistens bin ich mit dem Leben
Fast zu Tode gelangweilt;
Jeden Tag muss ich das wieder?
Aufstehen? Arbeiten? So tun als ob
Alles schön und fein ist?
Und warum? Wofür? Weshalb?
Auf welchem gottverdammten Grund?
Damit die Menschen die mich tot sehen wollen
sich bereichern können?
Was ist das Kämpfen?
Und wie kämpft man immer weiter,
In einer Welt die Betrug und Schwindel
Belohnt, und die Profit aus das Leiden
Der Ehrlichen ohne Zögern schlägt?
Mir scheint das blöd; ich fühl mich öd.
Apr 16, 2023
Apr 16, 2023 at 11:14 PM UTC
A box fell from the shelf
Before my very eyes,
Spilling contents as it went,
To the place that it now lies.
I don't understand why
Certain things are beautiful.
But I watched it as it made
Its descent and I felt very
Moved.
Mar 4, 2022
Mar 4, 2022 at 12:51 PM UTC
On the seventh day he rested, but
Before he did, he selected a little
Piece called "Benton", and there's
Where he put heaven.
Nov 15, 2021
Nov 15, 2021 at 10:46 PM UTC
Buzzing blue beetle
Tumbling clumsily
Over my head;
Striking my chest and
Falling into my lap,
Apparently unbothered.
How did you get in?
It doesn't matter.
I'll place you outside.
You open your wings
And spring off into the air.
Jun 10, 2021
Jun 10, 2021 at 7:26 PM UTC
Tea
Amber Tea
Filling My Cup
What A Beautiful
Sight
What A Beautiful
Scent
What A Beautiful
Sound
Filling My Cup
With Amber
Tea
Mar 17, 2021
Mar 17, 2021 at 11:28 PM UTC
A tiny flower swayed silently in the wind.
He knelt and cupped the blue petal in his hand.
A voice he didn't recognise echoed in his ear.
A tear fell from his eye, but he didn't know why.
Jan 29, 2021
Jan 29, 2021 at 8:16 PM UTC
To my left there's a small book bound in blue;
It's faded, but the letters glisten with golden hue.
On the inside cover is a note from an old friend;
I sigh, for I don't think I shall hear from her again.
Jan 16, 2021
Jan 16, 2021 at 9:34 AM UTC
Elke dag bring ek notepad op,
En begin ek om te skryf,
Maar die woorde kom nie.
Ek kan vra en ek kan smeek,
Maar hul wag langs die kantlyn
En spot my stil.
Jan 6, 2021
Jan 6, 2021 at 9:43 AM UTC
Welcome to a Taco Tuesday
With the Boys from Outer Space
It is Such a Weird Delight
To Acquaint the Human Race
If you Listen you will Hear
That the Lions now give Chase,
And ****** the Revolution,
That Ignites upon the Wastes
Dec 8, 2020
Dec 8, 2020 at 1:46 PM UTC