M182 - Hello Poetry

Sigarette en sonskyn Dagga en rooiwyn Ek wil vergeet Ek wil gelukkig wees Ek wil lewe sonder vrees Maar die wereld gaan dood En Armoede verstik aan droe brood Ons vergaan Ek nodig sigarette en sonskyn Ek is opsoek na goeie tye met dagga en rooiwyn Die wereld maak seer, maar ons kan vergeet En probeer gelukkig wees.

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Sep 2, 2019

Sep 2, 2019 at 3:22 AM UTC

Klein geluk

Sigarette en sonskyn Dagga en rooiwyn Ek wil vergeet Ek wil gelukkig wees Ek wil lewe sonder vrees Maar die wereld gaan dood En Armoede verstik aan droe brood Ons vergaan Ek nodig sigarette en sonskyn Ek is opsoek na goeie tye met dagga en rooiwyn Die wereld maak seer, maar ons kan vergeet En probeer gelukkig wees.

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You flip your fingers through your ever shining locks and gracefully saunter through the halls The heads turn as the masses gleefully greet and smile at the beauty of how your pieces are placed together oh so precisely You held power, plenty of it And I was in the way It was strange to see the reactions on the faces of familiars when I told them of the crushing things you could accomplish. None wanted to believe that such a beauty could hold such a bite. And I tried to convince myself of that too. Plentiful years have passed and all have moved on Yet I stay stuck in these empty halls Wondering why your bite took so long to become infected Wondering what remedy could treat this ancient ailment.

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Aug 23, 2019

Aug 23, 2019 at 1:02 PM UTC

The true betrayal

You flip your fingers through your ever shining locks and gracefully saunter through the halls The heads turn as the masses gleefully greet and smile at the beauty of how your pieces are placed together oh so precisely You held power, plenty of it And I was in the way It was strange to see the reactions on the faces of familiars when I told them of the crushing things you could accomplish. None wanted to believe that such a beauty could hold such a bite. And I tried to convince myself of that too. Plentiful years have passed and all have moved on Yet I stay stuck in these empty halls Wondering why your bite took so long to become infected Wondering what remedy could treat this ancient ailment.

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Your eyes met hers after having traveled distant countries and having seen different shores 'do you know her?' friends ask. And you recall her once taking you to a parking lot under the moon to listen to music in the car. You think of the time she decided to walk you to the shops in the budding storm. You think of how odd she was, How you have always been intrigued by it, How much you loved her. But she is a headfuck and you wanted to get away before you could get messed up. Before SHE could mess you up. 'used to' you tell them.

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Jul 27, 2019

Jul 27, 2019 at 8:17 AM UTC

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Your eyes met hers after having traveled distant countries and having seen different shores 'do you know her?' friends ask. And you recall her once taking you to a parking lot under the moon to listen to music in the car. You think of the time she decided to walk you to the shops in the budding storm. You think of how odd she was, How you have always been intrigued by it, How much you loved her. But she is a headfuck and you wanted to get away before you could get messed up. Before SHE could mess you up. 'used to' you tell them.

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'One spliff a day' I decided. Everything has a balance. there is a give and take in all we do a little bit of this a little bit of that But we all have addictions And balance is hard to achieve The lady that goes running in the heat of the day The man that pumps weights for hours on end My friend who parties to forget Me, when I'm thinking of you Balance cannot exist here Where people are hurting And that is why I'm on the third smoke of the morning And my friend wakes up hungover, but continues drinking And the man aches, but pushes through to finally feel good And the lady becomes lightheaded, yet runs faster. Give a lot, get little.

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Jul 27, 2019

Jul 27, 2019 at 4:26 AM UTC

Bad habits

'One spliff a day' I decided. Everything has a balance. there is a give and take in all we do a little bit of this a little bit of that But we all have addictions And balance is hard to achieve The lady that goes running in the heat of the day The man that pumps weights for hours on end My friend who parties to forget Me, when I'm thinking of you Balance cannot exist here Where people are hurting And that is why I'm on the third smoke of the morning And my friend wakes up hungover, but continues drinking And the man aches, but pushes through to finally feel good And the lady becomes lightheaded, yet runs faster. Give a lot, get little.

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As I sit and spread out what you spoke for the hundredth time, I realize that I was not ready for this For a once-off fling And it's not the *** that ******* me over, It's all the days spent laughing and listening to your stories, Doing broke things and having unplanned sleep overs, Watching movies while you play with my hair, Having morning smokes and coffee while people-watching on the veranda. I invested so much time And effort And I cared, I still do I've become used to you. And I had hope That you would eventually see me in the same light as I you, That you would notice me in the way I notice every interesting detail about you. But you wanted a fling And I agreed. And now I'm sad Because I will probably wait for you to be ready Knowing the time will never come. And I cannot begin to fathom the ache I'll have when I have to see you with someone else, someone more interesting, More open to new things. And I'm angry that I told myself that, maybe just this once, I should open myself up And try to put myself out there despite the fear of getting hurt. I am not ready to let you go, But I need to protect myself And I will mourn this loss Because you are everything and so much more.

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Jun 25, 2019

Jun 25, 2019 at 4:55 PM UTC

I'm sorry that I might love you

As I sit and spread out what you spoke for the hundredth time, I realize that I was not ready for this For a once-off fling And it's not the *** that ******* me over, It's all the days spent laughing and listening to your stories, Doing broke things and having unplanned sleep overs, Watching movies while you play with my hair, Having morning smokes and coffee while people-watching on the veranda. I invested so much time And effort And I cared, I still do I've become used to you. And I had hope That you would eventually see me in the same light as I you, That you would notice me in the way I notice every interesting detail about you. But you wanted a fling And I agreed. And now I'm sad Because I will probably wait for you to be ready Knowing the time will never come. And I cannot begin to fathom the ache I'll have when I have to see you with someone else, someone more interesting, More open to new things. And I'm angry that I told myself that, maybe just this once, I should open myself up And try to put myself out there despite the fear of getting hurt. I am not ready to let you go, But I need to protect myself And I will mourn this loss Because you are everything and so much more.

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Once, you confidently exclaimed that you don't make mistakes That is why it hurt the most when you told me of the regret you feel for letting me into your life.

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Jun 25, 2019

Jun 25, 2019 at 11:42 AM UTC

How easy it is to be fooled by human imperfection

Once, you confidently exclaimed that you don't make mistakes That is why it hurt the most when you told me of the regret you feel for letting me into your life.

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And in the months I've come to know you, I've learned to appreciate your dramatic eye rolls, The way you carefully place yourself around the words you speak, How your delicate fingers will try to fix all the broken things they glide past, How you manage to fully embrace who you are, without fearing the consequences. You are magical and I aspire to be as bold in everything I do. I have become more aware of who I am, I have tried to practice away my weaknesses, harder and harder. I am grateful that I have met you in this piece of my life. I just hope you stay a little longer and find what I have to offer. I hope you stay and see how much you've made me want to fix myself.

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Jun 12, 2019

Jun 12, 2019 at 8:10 AM UTC

When a stranger begins to feel like home

And in the months I've come to know you, I've learned to appreciate your dramatic eye rolls, The way you carefully place yourself around the words you speak, How your delicate fingers will try to fix all the broken things they glide past, How you manage to fully embrace who you are, without fearing the consequences. You are magical and I aspire to be as bold in everything I do. I have become more aware of who I am, I have tried to practice away my weaknesses, harder and harder. I am grateful that I have met you in this piece of my life. I just hope you stay a little longer and find what I have to offer. I hope you stay and see how much you've made me want to fix myself.

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She used to flaunt around with whispers of whiffs of **** and cigarette smoke sunken into her sweaters and wavy locks. When she left, he longed for the smell of what he once had, so he started hanging around the potheads and chainsmokers of the campus But soon, he realized that it was not just the smell of scorched planty fibers that he longed for, It was the smell of her without and before the addictions, How sweet and sticky it was in the late summer nights, How her breath toyed with the hairs of his neck. But he mostly just missed the presence of another being that could make him realize he is still here. Still alive. Still able to be.

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Jan 27, 2019

Jan 27, 2019 at 8:36 AM UTC

High school love never lasts

She used to flaunt around with whispers of whiffs of **** and cigarette smoke sunken into her sweaters and wavy locks. When she left, he longed for the smell of what he once had, so he started hanging around the potheads and chainsmokers of the campus But soon, he realized that it was not just the smell of scorched planty fibers that he longed for, It was the smell of her without and before the addictions, How sweet and sticky it was in the late summer nights, How her breath toyed with the hairs of his neck. But he mostly just missed the presence of another being that could make him realize he is still here. Still alive. Still able to be.

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As the fifth unknown actor gave their heartfelt speech after winning an award, She realised that all her efforts to win little trophies at school, just to stamp her name on something to feel the slightest bit accomplished, Are pointless. Because who really notices your wins in the end except for yourself?

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Jan 7, 2019

Jan 7, 2019 at 3:31 PM UTC

And the award goes to...

As the fifth unknown actor gave their heartfelt speech after winning an award, She realised that all her efforts to win little trophies at school, just to stamp her name on something to feel the slightest bit accomplished, Are pointless. Because who really notices your wins in the end except for yourself?

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It has become an unbearable thought to drag around this body that no longer feels like my own I hate that I know its limits and lacks, It's excess and ungodly elaborations I hate that I feel stuck And erasing my outlines won't change the already coloured-in picture, So I guess I'll have to make use of magic markers to add and deduct some inner colours in order to feel weightless once again.

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Dec 30, 2018

Dec 30, 2018 at 1:33 PM UTC

What I was given

It has become an unbearable thought to drag around this body that no longer feels like my own I hate that I know its limits and lacks, It's excess and ungodly elaborations I hate that I feel stuck And erasing my outlines won't change the already coloured-in picture, So I guess I'll have to make use of magic markers to add and deduct some inner colours in order to feel weightless once again.

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