Friends are real,
Friends are true,
I would love to call you a friend,
But that's not the real you.
Friends are loving,
They always care,
You can say they are like a part of you,
'Cause their always there.
They'd rather die than to lie,
They'd rather say everything than say nothing.
Friends are real,
Friends are true,
I can call everybody else my friend,
But sure as hell not you.

Terwyl jy hom ignoreer,
Trek iemand anders sy aandag.

Die liefde val weg.
Die hartseer raak minder.
Gevoel van alleen wees is nie meer sleg.

Ja jy voel beter,
Maar ook maak dit seerder.

Jy verloor hom.
Hy verloor jou.

Se my, waar is dit wat gebou was?
Of was dit ook net n las?

Ek weet, jy weet nie wat ek se nie,
Maar nou hoef ek nie weer by jou aan te le nie.

English: I Love You!
Afrikaans: Ek is Lief vir jou!
Chinese: 我爱你！
French: Je t'aime !
German: Ich liebe dich !
Irish: Is breá liom tú !
Italian: ti amo !
Portuguese: eu te amo !
Zulu: Ngiyakuthanda !
Sotho wasn't available.
We want to be loved.. But yet when was the last time you told someone you loved them?

In my droom wereld...

Daar, in die verte, is n bed vir as ek moeg raak.
n Berg wat ek gebruik as n kuns muur.
En n oop veld vol rose.

Bo my, die blou lug met reen druppels wat val, maar wat nie nat maak nie.
My gedagtes wat rond sweef.
musiek wat gehoor word maar nie gesien word nie.
En dan, jy.

n Bed vir my en jou.
Jou naam op die berg met klippe, gevorm soos harte, gepak.
n Oop veld rose wat jou emosie kleur wys.

Reen druppels wat val, wys my jou trane.
My gedagtes wat vir jou wys *** spesiaal jy is vir my.
Musiek om als te laat kalmeer.
En jy, vir my om lief te he, sonder om te stres oor wat jy sal **** of se as jy weet jy is die een wat ek wil he.

A feeling so soft,
A feeling so strong,
A feeling so light,
A feeling so deep.

Inhale,
Exhale,
This, is no other,
Than a true tale,
Where the sun just won't leave,
But rather die,
To let the moon breathe.

Every step, everyday,
The moon would cry the day away,
Waiting for the moment,
The moment,
Where the sun would give his life,
Not by arrow, not by knife,
But by love,
Love for his moon,
Love for her life.

Inhale,
Exhale,
This, is no other,
Than a true tale,
Where the sun just won't leave,
But rather die,
To let the moon breathe.

Yesterday,
Today,
Tomorrow.
Seconds, minutes,
Even hours.
Days, weeks,
Even monthes.
Years, decades,
Even light years.
All in time,
All from now.
It belongs to me,
It belongs to you.
It's here, it's there,
Lord knows, it's everywhere.
Today it's called love,
Tomorrow it'll be called effection,
Years from now it will be just another feeling.
But for me,
It's a connection.
To you, to others,
But mainly,
To God.

Okay fine.

Okay fine,
Now you are racist,
If you don't want to date someone other than your own race,
Just because someone else won't approve?

You are homophobic,
If you're not nice to gay or lesbian people,
Just because you were raised that way?

You are sexist,
If you don't like the other gender,
Because you have learned that your own gender are more supportive, reliable, compassionate, understanding or trustworthy than the other?

Okay fine,
There may be political problems,
But why care,
If your own country are too deep in the ****,
To get out?
- and no, helping won't solve it if racism, sexism or homophobia is still such a big deal!

Deal with gay or lesbian people,
They have excepted the fact that they may be wrong to love their own gender,
Why can't you?

Deal with people of the other ***,
You live in a world where you have to talk to both,
Talking to a gender you don't like,
Does NOT make you any more lovable or understanding,
It makes you human,
So get over the fact that the other *** may be worse than your own.

Racism,
Have you seen a white person tear up?
Have you seen a black person tear up?
Have you seen an asian tear up?
Have you seen a brown person tear up?
Have you seen a colored person tear up?
Have you seen an indian person tear up?
To either one of those, you must have said yes,
Have you seen any of those, who have cut themselves?
Do you know of any one of those, whom might have had smelled, tasted, heard or even die and decompose,
In any other way, than your own race?

We all have red blood,
We all decompose in the same way(taken the different ways of decomposing of a HUMAN),
We all have the same struggles;
Financial,
Love,
Peace,
Statuses,
Popularity,
Even more personal like illnesses.
How can you believe in the belief you do,
If you hate?
In a way, all of our beliefs are the same,
They are all linked,
Because it goes about peace and love!

Okay fine,
We are not all the same,
But we are.
We are all different,
But we aren't.
We all want to achive stuff in our lives.
Get over the fact that some people are darker or lighter than you,
This is the 21st century,
Get over yourself and the need to be better than anybody else or the need that you want to lable someone!

Secret, oh secret,
Keep your mouth shut,
You got to keep it,
To grave if you can,
Never tell another soul,
You might be part of a deadly plan.
Be spoiled,
Be boiled,
Be tortured,
Be dead,
You will be kept hidden,
For you will not say what it is I have said.

You can say you don't care
Or wish me away,
But I'll always notice your stare
When you really want me to stay.

Just go through the day
Pretending that everything is fine,
Just keep resisting to say
That you wish you were mine.

I know you want your feelings
To be hidden away,
But please then allow me to say;

You are my free verse love poem,
Not the rhyme,
Not the theme,
Not the time,
Nor the sceme.

You're my breath
Your my beat
You're my smile
And my C4.

You make me want more;
Love to give to you,
Smiles to return.
Heartbeats to increase.

You make me want more,
More than C4.

You are my free verse love poem,
Oh I'm so glad
That I know him.

Ek is in so n goeie mood.
Ek wil dans
Ek wil sing
Ek wil hop en spring.

Musiek is die rede
Want.. Weg is my verlede.

She was a friend, with smiles no end.
She was my twin, didn't think  what I am was a sin.
She accepted me, friends forever to be...

She was murdered in her sleep they say,
strangled and *****...

Tears streaming down my face, so sad.
Emotions going wild,
shock all over my body.
Have I just lost the one and only friend I had?

She was a friend, with smiles no end.
She was my twin, didn't think  what I am was a sin.
She accepted me, friends forever to be...
Or so I thought...

R.I.P. my dear friend,
I'll see you again someday,
It's so beautiful up there they say...
Is it true?
Tell me all about it when I see you when Time allows it...

I see the ocean far,
Tides pulling back,
Tides spitting out.

I go near, for I felt interested,
But I fell in,
Deep.

It's not the death that scares me,
It's not the dark.
It's the way.

I go deep into the watery pit,
Breathless and alone.

I swim and I swim, but I cannot get to the top.
It feels like a tide swallowing,
Swallowing deeper than my empty mind.

The struggle to get to the top is not working,
My hands stop moving,
My feet stop kicking.

My mind are supposed to go blank and black,
But the sentence appears,
I'm ready for death.

I died in my tears,
I cried so much,
I got so angry,
I felt so hurt.

I fell so deep,
Swallowed alone in darkness,
All I could think was,
I'm ready for death.

People always say they say so,
People always say they won't approve,
People always say they don't give a ****,
People always say they mean the world.

Who the hell are they?
Who the hell are the people?

Maybe it's the cool kids?
Maybe it's they wise fossils?
Maybe it's the social media?
Maybe it's the parents
Or the older siblings?

Why not call them by their names?
Why not call them by their statuses?
- The fossils, cool kids, siblings, parents, social media?

Why listen to them,
When you've got your own voice?
Why listen to them,
When you know you've got your own choice?
Why listen to them,
If you know the right from the wrong?
Why listen to them,
If you know you can say something better?

Why listen to them?
They make it all up as they go along,
Why can't you?
They heard it from someone else,
Don't be the third person to follow a mistake.
- And please no, don't listen to your heart,
You'll get blood all over you.
Think logically,
That's why you got a brain!

Do you understand the feeling of confusion?
Do you find the feeling of pain relieving?
Do you ever stop and think for a second,
That the new friends,
Keep quiet when the old ones are leaving?
Do you like the way you make love just an allusion?
Do you like the look of being blind?
Do you feel smart if you act stupid?
Do you feel good when others feel bad?
You cannot expect to know something,
If you get a question you don't know the answer to.
You cannot expect to get love,
If all you give,
Is hate.
You cannot expect to have the knowledge,
If all you do,
Is criticize the intellectually rich people who actually try so hard to give you something you never really had in the first place.
You cannot expect someone to cry over you,
If you are the one who caused them most of the pain.
The person crying, isn't crying because they are missing you,
They are crying, because you were too self-absorbed, too egotistical, too proud of your own achievements,
To see theirs.
You cannot expect someone to follow in your footsteps,
If you don't even have your own to create.
You cannot expect to always be happy,
If all you do,
Is to make others miserable.
You cannot believe just because you are such a beautiful human being,
That everybody will fall in love with you,
If they have only seen you once.
You cannot expect to have a life you always dreamt of,
If all you do,
Is destroy everyone else's, just to achieve yours.
You cannot have these expectations,
If you make the assumption that you may be better than anybody else.
You cannot have these expectations,
If you lose yourself in the deeds you do.
Know your surroundings and the people around you,
Before you start to assume that you can get something you never really deserved.
Don't expect to get something,
if you never gave anything.

My life feels like a playstation game.
Exiting at first,
But after a while it gets boring...

Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
Why did my day,
turn out blue too?
I feel sad,
I feel depressed,
It's like a burning pain in my chest.
My day won't get better,
my day won't get worse,
It actually feels like a depression curse.
I could be sleeping,
but I'd rather write a long, deep, depressed letter.
I won't say to who,
I won't say to you.
It's just a letter
saying it won't get better.
Writing my pain down on a piece of paper,
is actually much easier than to say "No, later."

I have always stared,
At your anger and
Your fear, your smile
Or your tear.

Always would I have
Dared, to leave you
With your demon, but
Never have you asked
For the reason?

I will share the
Only glare for a
Second lasting stare
For the reason why
I leave you with
Your demon without the
Reason is...

I care.

Never have you allowed
For me to be
Proud of a little
Guy like you for
All I want to
Do is kiss you
'Till you're blue.

I have always cared.

I will keep my
Distance for the proof
Of my resistance, but
Don't come back to
Me if it didn't
Work for thee, for
All I will do
Is stare, for I
Will just be fair.

You were never there
In the time that
I have cared, now
You start to care,
And I will just
...Stare

Aren't you tired?
Tired of living,
Tired of looking in the mirror,
Thinking you're ugly,
Listening to the public,
Thinking they are breaking you.
Aren't you tired?
Tired of the corruption,
The death,
The cursing of names,
The depression of the new generation, because of social ideas.
Aren't you tired?
Tired of listen to people saying this is hip,
That's cool,
You have got to get this,
Nah... This is better,
That looks like ****,
You're old,
You're boring,
**** this or **** that?
Aren't you tired of being stepped on?
Aren't you tired of social akwardness?
Of the things people do, only because they want to get attention.
Of the things people will say, because they're scared of what other people may think.
Of the things people follow, to stay cool.
Aren't you tired?
Tired of living the same life as all the other people out there?
Aren't you tired?
If yes, then why not be your own person,
Why not break the rules and be special, be unique, be who you want to be?
If yes, then why not try and change it?

I see you now,
Looking at me through a broken window,
The stare,
A stare,
Just...

Stare.

You saw my heart,
My thoughts,
Theories,
Dreams.

...dreams

Criticise me,
Talk behind my back, acting natural when I prepare a death glance.
You're better then me,
You wear prade shoes, high fasion make-up,
ONLY branded clothes.
But yet I have a perfect personality,
A way of being someone's favourite, without buying their respect.
Yet I know how to be a friend, not just a "made in china" barbie doll in a second-hand box.

You're better than me in every way,
Because you have money.

Money made you, right?
So let's see if it can take you away.

Just a dream of yesterday,
Thought you'd like some insight to my life...
XoXo

I was missing something,
Something so importand,
Something borrowed,
Something promised,  
Something intimate,
Something stolen,
Something secret,
Something fierce,  
Something sweet,
Something taken,  
Something deep,
Something new,
Something old.
I missed something.

We were too far apart.
You ended up breaking my heart.

You promised your everything to me,
Forever and always to be.

It never came true,
So I had nothing more to do.

You said you'll love me forever,
It turned out to be never.

I knew loving you would be worthless,
But I did it on purpose.

I was so ashamed, so confused.
Now, I'm broken and bruised.

Mama said:"Look rich, be a *****,

Act poor,
just to be sure

But NEVER trip over a ***** that ain't yours.
They may just be some ******"

Roses are red .
Violets are blue.

My name is Dave,
This poem doesn't make any sense.

Microwave.

Hush little baby, go to sleep,
Fall into a trance just so deep,
Onto a rock, onto a knife,
Slit your throat, take your life.
Cut open your heart,
Just know, the demon and the horror,
With you,
Will never part.
Hush little baby, die tonight,
Never to wake up, living in the fear,
Not able to shed a tear.

I want to feel pain,
I want to feel love
I want to feel freedom
And i want to feel needed.
I want to feel joy
I want to feel hurt and just
The emotion of depression.
I want to love someone as hard as i can,
It must hurt for them as it hurts me to
Tell them i love them.
I want to feel the kisses in my neck,
The hands on my body,
The voice in my ears
And his breath against my soul.
I want to do to other people
That has been done to me.
I want to yell at them,
Curse their names,
Through it around like a piece of dental floss
After it's been used.
I want to stab them in the back,
Talk behind their backs like they did behind mine.
I want to feel the joy of knowing
That they are being hurt,
Just as they felt the joy of knowing
While they hurt me,
I started to stumble and fall and lose my way.
Because of them, i am who i am.
I'm broken because of them.

Me: "Hello?"
All I ask is an answer back,
But never get one from where the voices come.
Me: "Who's there?"
All I want is a name,
Not for suffering, not for fame.
Me: "Please... Please just say something?"
I hear the voice,
I hear it wisper...
Me: "I can't... I can't hear you!"
Silence,
Not that soft, not that loud
The voice comes near, a gentle sound...
I hear it clearly.
Me: "What's this all about?"
All I hear next, is...
Get out.

Mary had a little lam,
With it's heart as black as coal.
What she didn't know,
Was during the night,
It came back and stole her pitch black soul.
With her last words on a paper to her mom,
"Look at me mom,
I'm dead and bleed freely,
I expected protection.
I wanted your affection.
I now expect you to drown in sorrow,
Unless you don't mind,
For a soul,
Your soul I must borrow."
She turned back in horror,
Only to find the sheep waiting,
Waiting.
With its ****** mouth and bleeding eyes,
It looked at her,
It smiled with pleasure,
For it could see her filthy lies.
It loved the smell, the look and taste of her mother,
So much so, that it couldn't wait to feed on poor Mary's baby brother.

Deeper and deeper
down I go,
Steeper and steeper
goes the flow.
I see a light,
It's dark,
Darker than night,
It just goes and goes,
No ending in sight.
-Can this be my soul?
Without life, without regret, without a goal?
I don't believe in having sympathy,
I don't believe in remorse,
I had the darkness coming,
I have a heart as cold as ice,
Never again for me to be nice.
I dream about him,
I dream about her,
I dream about family,
I dream about friends,
But no matter what I do,
At some point it all ends.

You're the special one.

You are the one that can make me smile with only one "hello"
make me as red as a rose and even make my heart skip a beat.

I love you as much as there are stars in the sky,
grains of sand on the beach and leaves on the trees.

I would say that I can't put it into words, but I can,
I just don't know how to express it.

If I could tell you everyday, how much I think about you, or how beautiful you are, I would.

You are the reason why I want to get up every morning,
and the reason why I don't want to go to bed every night.

You make me want to live.

Even though you don't know I feel like this for you, I want to love you for the rest of your life, and if not for the rest of your life, then the rest of mine.

I've got a Blanket
a Teddy
and a Wish.

The Blanket's love to keep me warm.
The teddy's presence to make me happy.
And last, a Wish for you to kiss me and never letting me go.

For you I will catch the moon and its many eyes.
Swim through the deepest oceans,
Battle as much warriors as it takes to protect you.
If I have to walk a thousand miles to prove my love to you, I shall say no, because a thousand miles ain't far enough.
I would write you the most romantic poems, song and letters
I would tell you every day how beautiful you are.
I will tell you I love you when you wake up every morning, I would tell you I love you every afternoon, and every night when you have to go to bed.
If you may ever need me, just whisper my name, and I shall be there.
If you need a new heart, i shall give you mine.
I would take a million bullets for you, because you are precious and no harm shall come to you.
I love you more than Romeo loved his Juliet.
More than Cleopatra loved Mark Antony.
More than Paris loved Helena.
More than Pocahontas loved John Smith...
My point is, I would give up my life for you, because in my eyes there are nobody else as beautiful as you are.
Not one other individual who are worthy enough, to receive the love I'm willing to give you.

I want to Write down what I'm feeling.
Describe everything I'm dreaming.

My love for you were as warm as a fire.
But why? You're nothing but a liar.

Have I even ever felt love?
Or was it just deception,
The wanting for acception?

Why did I ever trust you?
Did I just never see the issue?

Did you ever love me?
Or was I just another dummy?

You used me,
Abused me.

Left me public smiling,
Secretly crying,
But now I'm just dying.

At the beginning you meet your friends,
In the end, they all lie.
At the beginning you meet your family,
In the end, they all die.
At the beginning you had a dream,
In the end, it's called delusions, or yet that's how it would seem.
At the beginning you had a purpose, you had chores,
In the end, it never ment a thing, it was without a cause.
Life goes on,
But unfortunately we all must know about the beginnings before the end.

You know what's funny...
Besides your face, and lack of style.
I actually liked you for a while.

Yes, it really is upsetting.
But I'm glad I realised that before I did something worth regretting.

Now just thinking about you is a joke.
On Facebook, you're not even worth a poke.

I know I'm not suppose to hate.
But now for me, it's just too late.

Every time you ignore me.
It shows me the better person I have to be.

Everything I wanted between you and me,
Just became my history.

I'm actually glad you don't know who you are,
Because now I can run you over with a car.

When the music hits you.
You've got no choice but to dance or sing.
Show what it is, only you can bring.

Be a slave to the rhythm.
Feel the beat.
Be the beat.

Be crazy and weird.
Because that is who make you, well .. you.
Or be someone else and feel *******...

Next time you hear the sounds
You know what to do ;)

♫ I love my music like I love you,
But yet, you and my music can do the same things to me.

You make me happy, sad and sometimes even mad,
But I still love you.♫
But yeah, what else can I do?

You make me ‪#‎Smile‬,
You make me ‪#‎Mad‬,
Even a bit ‪#‎Sad‬.

I forgive you every time,
But on you, I won't even spend a dime.
But, you're always there for me.
And you really make me feel free.

Yep, music,
You're a *****.
But I love you..

But for now I'm busy, so shoo!