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Janine Jacobs May 2016
we finally met
somehow I knew
nothing will ever be the same
my world has been divided
between before you
and after you
Janine Jacobs May 2015
You spit cold words,
mine evokes empathy in stone hearts
My first 10 word poem, off the back of my poem titled "Xenophobia"
Janine Jacobs Jun 2015
we discovered each other's depth
through mutual love of poetry
Getting to know someone, by just sharing the poems that touches our hearts
Janine Jacobs Apr 10
When I look up at my ancestors and the struggles of my family tree
I realised I was made from bleeding hands and shattered hope
Pouring their lives from cup to cup, generation to generation
All the things they couldn’t be
I was made by them but also for them
Passing down onto me their tears and  hardships, and all their untold stories
You see, they chose me
To uphold their legacy, unravel their truth
Breath the air and smell the soil of places they could never see
I was made to be everything they weren’t allowed to dream
My path will sooth their pain
I am meant to live loud and carry their sacrifices as my war cry
Janine Jacobs May 2015
I dream about tomorrow
every minute spent with you now
my heart hopes for tomorrow

Only in tomorrow
you will know the secret behind my smile
the intentions behind my stare
words I long to say

I patiently wait for tomorrow
when your feelings will surface
where love will prevail

I cry for tomorrow
come quickly I pray
take away all the pain
from the loneliness of today
Janine Jacobs Jun 2015
... compare war stories
and overanalyze the depth of your scars...
Janine Jacobs May 2015
Dealt with my feelings by not dealing with it
Ignored it
Discarded it
Suppressed it so deep within me
that it slowly disappeared to everyone else

Whatever happened
the deeper I hid it

I appeared heartless, untouched
didnt care what I did to others
compared to how i felt
they meant nothing

but alone, with just my thoughts

I was a scared little girl
hiding in a corner
clutching my knees to my chest
afraid that if I lifted my head
and acknowledged it
it would eat me alive

If I reached out and touched it
it would burn my fingertips

It grew within me
and became too much to deal with

It started manifesting itself
in everything I did
the choices I made
the way I approached life

Writing became its way of escape

bleeding onto pages

now its banished to die.
My first poem, the reason why i started writing,  the only way i know how to express myself appropriately
Janine Jacobs Apr 2017
Your mind is filled with beautiful things and I can listen to you for hours. Even your silence is comfortable. We somehow, in such a short time, just got each other.

My favorite moments with you is when my lips is settled on your collarbone, I close my eyes to the sound of your breath on my neck, and your heart beating against my chest.

I am intoxicated by your presence, it feels as if I'm swimming in the deep waters of you and I am unable to touch the bottom. It is equally frightening and exhilarating.

This whirlwind I feel is not butterflies in my stomach but rather a tornado erupting through my body; with every look, and kiss, and touch.

I must admit, the thought has crossed my mind; to simply melt into your arms and stay there, then I realise, it has only been twelve days.

It simply feels as if, we have always been.
Janine Jacobs Aug 2015
I choose to be inhumane
undressed the layers of emotions
that occupied my heart
suffocating me
I need to breath
I choose not to care
allowing my mind to wander
beyond a single feeling
while others dwell blindly
in a perpetual repressive state
I observe beauty with a cold mind
destroy without hate
save without love
remain silent in a chaotic world
not be controlled by emotion. to not feel so deeply. not dwell on one emotion
Janine Jacobs Dec 2015
i always yearn to travel
homesick for places I've never seen
i chase the sun across the sky
to all the corners on earth calling me

i want to dig my feet in foreign soil
and breath the air of everywhere
awakening to new skies
and experience things that startle me

i want to meet new people
breath in perspectives and history
experience life through different eyes
and their points of view

i am not lost
between the here and there
the stops and long flights
my heart is always mindful of home

after each journey
my greatest souvenir...
all the places that made me discover
a little more of me
Janine Jacobs Aug 2015
We are similar. You and I.
We are layers of secrets
Chaotic intertwined emotions
A thousand thoughts colliding at once
We are lost within ourselves
I know what we are
I also know what we are not
Similar but not compatible
Janine Jacobs Jun 2015
Thoughts of you raises a pleasuring pain
While the devil's whispers roar within
Its deafening persuasion to ignore what is right
and lust after that which can never be mine
Torture so sweet, I beg at your feet
To crawl under my skin and consume me
Janine Jacobs May 2015
Narrow minds plague our streets
Ignorant views and empty arguments
Hearts filled with hatred for no reason

Are we not a country that fought for equality
Has the long walk of freedom not been walked for us
Did I misunderstand the meaning of Ubuntu

What happened to love, peace and empathy
The simplicity of an act of kindness
Has fear swept all your morals away?

They bleed when they are cut
They cry when they are sad
We breath the same air
Laugh at the same jokes
and even dream the same dreams

We are the same
It's not even about colour
How is their black different to yours?
brother hating brother
They too are Africa

Soften your blows
Try on their shoes
Its hurting them
and it will hurt you too
Recent Xenophobic attacks in South Africa

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