Caity Klaassen

Caity Klaassen Jul 2018

Learning that situations, people, relationships...change is one of the hardest aspects of life to overcome.

I prefer to not hold onto things so dearly, but instead enjoy the now, enjoy the person or relationship you are in.

And when it’s gone let it go and be thankful for that thing or person that crossed paths with yours.

Sometimes you have to let things go, to let them grow.

Caity Klaassen May 2018

You are my winter.

As each new snow flake fell from the sky

My heart became bitterly cold at the thought of you

Your winter season
Has set in on me

What a cold winter it will be

Your winter holds no prisoners

You were harsh this time round

My forgiveness for you has slowly run out...

I call upon Summer to breathe
New life onto my wintery heart.

Caity Klaassen Mar 2018

Your mixtape is on repeat

I’ll be staring at the sea
As you tip toe around the pebbles trying to get my attention.

I’m locked in on you, I won’t shift my gaze until you tell me to.

I can’t get along with this recurring thought of wanting something I’m not suppose to.

But I’m not complaining, I’m making space in my mind to entertain the thought of you.

Caity Klaassen Feb 2018

Burdens of the world.

The world burdens her heart.
It slowly shattered it into tiny unrecognized pieces.

Piece by piece She attempted to repair it.

Piece by piece She rebuilt the once beating ***** that felt so much for the souls around her.

Told not to care,instead to gaze her eyes upon happier matters.
But her heart won’t stop beating for humanity.

This world is only going to break her heart.

She wasn’t built for this despair. Her soft heart couldn’t handle the world she was living in.

Caity Klaassen Dec 2017

Better than this.

It’s at night my thoughts come alive. The darkness seems to bring out the savatagery of my mind

The unspeakable day time conversation would be horrified at my imagination.

So often I feel like a mad hatter. Ive become so attached to people who waste me.

I’m there for their enhailment of oxygen but I breathe in their contaminated air.
I’m there for the entertainment but nobody cares if I’m okay with it.

I’m a source of boredom fixing but I’m tired of fixing when I myself need repair.

I can no longer be the happy wonder that graces your being. My soul has been drowning and I need some relieving.

I let my walls down only to have them rebuilt. I can no longer be open about my inner eccentric self.

Caity Klaassen Nov 2017

Susan

Susan

Oh how I long that you could share the same life as mine

It saddens me to hear the stories you tell. You work In mansions but live in a shack, you pick up while we snack,you wake up early while I sleep in.

Susan

Oh how I long I could give you a reset button.

Susan I long for the life where you were never a victim of the apartheid Regime.

A life where your skin colour nor gender classified your class.
A life filled with smiles that aren't put on just because the madams in the house.
A life where you felt like a person with dreams that weren't unrealistic but rather very optimistic.

Susan I'm listening

I hear your groans as your aching aging back gets up from the cement cold floor

I hear your footsteps as you walk along the sandy dry road

I hear your frustration as you wait for your RDP house in anticipation.

Susan I hear you

I've never had the same struggles as you but I ankowledge you

I see you

Not just the outer complexion of your aging wrinkled face.
I see the real you. The strong victorious women who raised a family, and walks miles to provide

The grandmother who will never give up a fight.
I no longer have broken eyes I see the truth and Susan you are the truth

Caity Klaassen Aug 2017

Flower child happy

A seven letter imperfection is its perfections. You see it's not even nor hole just in its prime waiting to come alive.

We a lot like perfect prime a seven letter perfection trying not to be that one imperfection. It's okay to be seven letter prime. See if your even then you just like all the other Guys.

You've been around for long. Suit and tie that's your song. Laid up late worrying about the bills you have to pay and all the people that get in your way.

This world is harsh. It cuts you down puts you in your place,it's all around, it Consumes who we are and before you know it Your the seven letter prime still patiently waiting to feel alive.

we told from a young age different is wrong, normally looked down , frowned upon.

Don't think out the box, Dont love the different colours because your family won't like that. We told who we must be. To be prime is just not what you want to be. To be whole and equal and fully fair. That's who you are to be. Not prime and different then you weird and artistic.

To hell with the world and the Conformities they create. Be prime, be out there, be happy, think out the square.