On some rainy and gloomy autumn day,
A constant beeping of heart monitors,
Murmurs echoing through halls,
The odors of cleaning alcohol and decay,
Old and decrepit, still here, I lay
Peering through the shutter, opened wide,
At the rain knocking down shriveled-up leaves,
At various little plants that have lost their color and died,
In memories I dwell, to distract me of what comes closer,
I sigh,
It’s funny how these leaves have remembered the color of your eyes,
And the wind, your sweet embrace,
It’s funny that it’s been 50 years,
That I haven’t seen your face,
I wonder If you still remember me,
Or the laughs we used to share,
Or how you changed me as a person,
To again believe in love and care,
If only I could go back in time,
To those winter nights, in the cold,
I’d put it all on the line,
And send you “ily’s” through the phone,
Or more snarky pick-up lines,
In which my retarded-ness would show,
Or more pictures that I had snapped that day,
I should’ve written you more poems,
Never again, in my travels, did I meet someone,
That had her humor or beauty,
Or her wit or her charms,
Or her sensitive, kind soul, you’d want to protect from all harm,
Now I lay here, yet I smile,
Because in memories of you,
I’m naught but beguiled,
And I know I am being called from above,
But I still pay it little to no mind,
As I’m still stuck on cloud number 9,
Because of she who still believes in love.
Feb 5, 2024
Feb 5, 2024 at 4:49 PM UTC
As jy weer in jou dagboek skryf
Onthou
Dat daar rede genoeg is
Om te bly vashou
Die goue blaar in die somerson,
En die blou moederkappies
Hulle wag nog steeds vir jou
Teen tafelberg
Waar onskuldige bloed nog steeds
Vermeng is met die sout see water
Daai water wat ons voorouers gedra het naar hierdie land van prag en praal
Het jou bevry en weggedra naar n plek ver hier vandaan
Ook al is ek en jy deur afstand en tyd geskei
Hou ek daai oop bladsy
Van jou treurigheid
Langs my sy
Oct 28, 2023
Oct 28, 2023 at 7:12 PM UTC
the sunset over the atlantic
is truly a sight to see
the vast and level water
and the weak yet present breeze
the slowly sinking sun
like a steadily drowning ember
marked the end of the chapter
of a day i’d rather not remember
was it his physique or his hair
or his words or his touch
was it worth ending our love
for as little as such
the happy couples passing by
they haven’t got a notion
at this beautiful cold beach
my tears became an ocean
Nov 23, 2022
Nov 23, 2022 at 7:25 PM UTC
my hearts as black as night
hallow and mistreated
and though i act alright
i feel as if i need it
your love, like a wildfire
filled me with endless desire
and died just as swiftly
after having burned right through me
but still these dark nights
harbor thousands of little lights
my hope reflected in the stars at dawn
but when i’m finally sober they’ll be gone
Oct 9, 2022
Oct 9, 2022 at 6:13 PM UTC
I smelt your sweet scent whilst traveling home,
And got overwhelmed by my emotions,
Remembering all we said and done,
My tears became an ocean.
Though the sea of time has drifted us apart,
And others than I have given you love,
Know that ever here that’s left in me,
Is yours just as it was.
Jul 15, 2022
Jul 15, 2022 at 3:54 PM UTC
beauty is still to be found in the bent double tulip,
in the storm-torn remains of a once proudly standing flower,
its colors remain vivid and bright.
it takes both strength and perseverance to face the raging winds,
to stand tall, to not cower
under circumstances laden with plight.
and whilst we sometimes get knocked down,
and get hit with the heaviest of loads,
the tulip bulb remains in the ground,
and next spring, will be ready to grow.
Mar 10, 2022
Mar 10, 2022 at 5:49 AM UTC
i have spent too many lifetimes under the moon to fear the darkness of night
i have thought of you too much
to suddenly lose you out of sight
see, i have dreamt of you so much
that i lost touch with what is real
loved with the passion of a raging fire
that even the darkest nights can’t conceal
unfortunately the sun must rise
and we should do the same
for to live the dream of love and joy
is like fire in the rain
Jan 10, 2022
Jan 10, 2022 at 7:37 AM UTC
the momentary existence
of envisioned futures
oh, time really is a thief
abruptly stolen
and crumbled down
to be replaced with grief
though my strength lies in perseverance
and keeping my head up high
and the knowledge that failure only comes forth
from those who dare to try
Dec 31, 2021
Dec 31, 2021 at 6:02 AM UTC
a decrepit heart, but smiling still
just know i love you, and i always will
yet nothing here said could make you stay
the lone and level sands stretch far away
Nov 14, 2021
Nov 14, 2021 at 6:49 PM UTC
why did we cry when the **** kicked in?
its like we’ve always been
a black and white frame from a love filled scene,
or a joy filled dream
but when the morning birds sang we found ourselves not in the clouds
rather bound to the ground
the joy from the night before paved the way
for a bleaker reality,
one in which we could not see,
the subtle, right in front us,
everyday beauty
Sep 7, 2021
Sep 7, 2021 at 5:36 PM UTC