There’s secrets we hide under this skin.
Swallowed tears and oceans. Chants and earthquakes.
Yet, the secrets I often find are in between breaths and prayer.
Alchemised in our folklore and decoded in our beads - transcended into patterned clothe - spread through our beliefs.
We are spells
carrying keys beneath these tongues that could unlock time and serenade the gates of heaven. Songs that make us meet the avatars that linger in our bones - wishing to dance their way into the days that we now breathe.
Our, history, lives in us. Heaving in the vernacular we almost forgot.
Our history, is being reborn in Shamanic spirits coloured in Indigos, browns and blues. We are Prophets and Holy Souls. Dreamers and See’ers. Amens and Ase O’s.
It finds us through our mothers’ hymns and fathers’ laughter. Hides in our grandmother’s bedtime stories. Is reborn in the waves that lick the shore.
We are the eclipse.
We are the shadow.
We, are the black hole.
Jan 16, 2024
Jan 16, 2024 at 4:38 PM UTC
I carry Love.
I carry Love.
I carry, a love that resuscitates my ancestors while I breath in laughter.
Where the ball inside my throat hurls fire - makes love to the sun
scares shadows
intimidates death and
offends darkworkers.
A love where God’s water breastfeeds me at the bottom of the ocean - baptising my blood and transforming my saliva into gold.
It knows me, wants me, and always,
finds me.
I carry Love.
Jun 5, 2023
Jun 5, 2023 at 6:08 PM UTC
Sometimes I feel like the human race is a reflection of the night sky.
Our street lights acting as constellations to consciousness
connecting the dots between our worlds,
colours making love at midnight.
Stream lights mimicking the rays of the sun.
Our screams personifying the echoes of meteors
and our whispers as faint as shooting stars.
Nov 30, 2022
Nov 30, 2022 at 5:04 PM UTC
Love letters of a different kind,
I
read you and you read mine
maybe? we haven't
posted for quite a while,
your mind
strikes thunder
my heart mints your words
like
soulmates
even
lovebirds,
for all our fears
there
is
a
reason
winter, spring, summer, or fall
they
are
all
seasons
family blocks,
trees, not treason,
one of us two of an eye.
we are all.,
Free
l❤ve
believers.
Nov 30, 2022
Nov 30, 2022 at 4:53 PM UTC
some days, i feel like my words are too small.
that they lack exclamation marks and coloured pens.
like my pencil is too blunt or my ink too dry.
it’s as if I do not have enough secrets to tell.
i hide behind spaces. sleep inside an ellipsis. i coil like a question mark and sometimes forget to dot my i’s.
will you hear these words that whisper like thoughts?
will you feel them like braille?
can you spot them like capitals?
Nov 8, 2022
Nov 8, 2022 at 6:32 PM UTC
I often find myself chasing gold these days.
Whether it is burning my fingers raw as I dig under sand
or by starring zealously at the sun.
Yellow and Orange have turned into my favourite colours of joy and pain. It’s tones hiding secrets I wish to understand behind my own skin.
They are forcing me to fast through bananas and naartjies; discipline myself with lemons and butternut.
Oct 23, 2022
Oct 23, 2022 at 5:32 PM UTC
I want my love back.
I want my ghosts to possess my lungs - resuscitate my ancestors while I breath in laughter.
For the ball inside my throat to hurl fire - to make love to the sun
scare shadows
intimidate death and
offend darkworkers.
A love where God’s water breastfeeds me at the bottom of the ocean - baptising my blood and transforming my saliva into gold.
Love me. Want me. Find me.
Give, it, back.
Apr 4, 2022
Apr 4, 2022 at 5:17 PM UTC
I want my love back
A love where God’s water breastfeeds me at the bottom of the ocean - baptising my blood.
Transforming my saliva into gold.
Feb 22, 2021
Feb 22, 2021 at 6:30 PM UTC
A chaos has been birthed inside of me.
It’s Ghosts, playing hopscotch.
My Heart, fighting against lung.
The Blood, making out with startdust.
A destiny wishing to reform itself
trying to recognise its name
smile at its reflection.
A natural disaster beginning its annual cycle inside of me.
Inside of you.
Like how Summer recognises Autumn’s leaves,
it’s twiggy branches letting go of its maroon mascara.
Stripping itself bare of past fantasies and love.
An internal hazard that dances for the Gods inside of you.
The ones yet to be discovered.
The ones yet to be explored.
So, retract
unclip your wings and reopen your cave of comforting darkness so as to rediscover the light again.
Soon...
It’s soon...
You’re soon.
Soon, my love.
Feb 22, 2021
Feb 22, 2021 at 6:21 PM UTC