when im all alone
i get wild thoughts
when im all alone
i get thoughts of you
when nothings up
i think of you

Opposites attract
But fire melts ice,
Water suffocates fire.

Back and forth.
A tug of war with my thoughts and feelings.
Fighting between two different entities;
The “Yes” and the “No”.

The “Yes” pummels my equilibrium.
Forcefully overwhelming me.
Almost drowning me.
But carries me closer to safety.

The “No” brings me back to equilibrium.
Welcoming my recovery.
Allowing me to stand to my feet.
But tries to drag me closer to my death.

As the ocean leaves my sight, I realise that the “Yes” is the incoming wave and the “No” is the outgoing wave.

I'm left with deciding which wave I'd rather ride.

phases hitting me like
statements
shooting me like
words
eroding me like
acid
pouring onto my soul like
oil
drenching my heart like
blood
being accepted like
love
being trusted like
loyalty

I examine my heart expecting greatness but all that is present is a blank canvas waiting to be exploited and abused by someone who would eventually abandon it after its purpose has been fulfilled

clear skies with a hint of blue
colourful lies with a hint of truth
wonderful surprises with a hint of exploitation
developing lies with a hint of motivation

exploitation the game, adding benefit to the friendship
loving the same, just switching from option A to option B
never remembering her name, only remembering why you came

drop her from the top floor, because that's the best way to mercy-**** a broken core

Crying isn't an atrocity,
It's beautiful.

It shows that you have a functioning soul;
It expands and contracts
It can feel emotion and display it.

It shows that you understand importance of life;
It displays your hurt and pain
It displays your dissatisfaction

Crying shows the world that you're sensitive and that you have a heart that deserves to be cared for.

Do you ever bloom?

Bloom:

Open up and display your beauty,
Start afresh;
Allow new people into your life
And beautify the world.

Do you ever die?

Die:

Close and initiate the façade,
Hibernate;
Take a rest from those who killed you
And show the world what it did to you.

Do you ever love?

Love:

Remain closed and appreciate,
Love yourself;
Compliment yourself
And kiss the mirror by mistake.

Do you ever cry?

Cry:

Open up and let it out,
Flood the pain;
Make it suffer like it made you suffer
And send it back to the devil.

Do you ever live life for your own growth?

We live in a world where even humans might become extinct because of what we are doing to one another and our surroundings. If suicide also continues, complete extinction is humanly possible, excuse the pun. But the main problem is: we are destroying the memory-makers of our children's lives. No more nature; no more beauty. No more humans; a lot more growth and indulgence, albeit, not for mankind.
Do you want to see destruction or the creation of new, beautiful life? It's up to you.

You never appreciate your loved ones,
until they are distant; far away from you.

You never become sympathetic,
until you realise what they went through.

You never realise what they were,
until they are no more.

You never appreciate their existence,
until they don't exist anymore.

Used.
What rhymes with used?
Abused.
What rhymes with abused?
Accused.
What is synonymous with accusations?
Escalation of your heart rate.
Why does your heart rate intensify?
Reason lies in the your fear of being battered.

Once you're bleeding, you're just a few minutes away from the unwanted... and the attacker lives happily and justice leaves with the victim.

SHARE AND STOP ABUSE

She was lost
So lost that the stars were out of reach
So lost that darkness was all she could see
So alone that she had no one to be her saving light

You lured me into your grasp,
and looked at me with determined eyes.
Your biggest task was to use me,
and it was obvious that everything that you told me were honest lies.

When I was close enough,
you manipulated and exploited me.
Every time I opened up,
you tore the opening even wider.

When our souls intertwined,
mine got stuck.
I desperately tried to free myself,
but you were tugging at it,
ripping it apart.

You lured me in and got me to be comfortable with you so that you could use and abuse me "just for fun".

Floating
Sinking
Swimming
Drowning

Evading capture,
But I'm on an island.
Surrounded by ocean;
Where I drown
In feelings.

death terrorizes the world
suffering strikes fear
far and wide
individuals attempt to restore
while questionable governments limit
people lay in captivity
the walls growing bigger
closer
the reality of death
suffering
all becomes too much to handle
a hero
a nurse
a loved one
welcomes comfort and restores

once we are through
conquerers
escaping the thick autumn-winter bush
spring will be on the horizon
death behind us
giving way to life ahead of us
death behind us
a defeated Covid-19

love pollutes the soul
forcing us to make assumptions
and forcing us to make sacrifices
all for one goal - love

love intoxicates our minds
forcing us to make the incorrect decisions
and forcing us to say words we never meant
all for one goal - love

love poisons those who fall in it
ultimately tearing them apart from each other
and breaking the connection they had
all due to one goal - love

Feelings have power.
Enough to ****** hearts,
Enough to break you apart.

Feelings create love.
Enough to pollute your soul,
Enough to cause the death of you as a whole.

Feelings form cliffs.
Enough to surround you with holes,
Enough to cause you to fall.

For the wrong person.

Rich history
Rich president
Rich scenery
Rich minister​

Poor citizens
Poor country management
Poor service delivery
Poor crime prevention

A richly poor
South Africa

Society is a liar.
You're perfect just the way you are.

Friends aren't always friends.
Be your biggest friend.

Family can forsake you.
Trust those real people closest to you.

Don't automatically believe lies.
See the truth behind it.

Be who you are.
Do not be who you're not.

Forced away
Lured back
Back and forth
I fight both directions
As I fight
I split
Tear
Wider
Deeper
The ocean fits into this cavity
I've drowned

i'm jealous
jealous of the darkness
and the way it consumes you
and how it makes up most of you

i want to be able to embrace you and own a part of you - just as the darkness does

i'm jealous
jealous of the light
and the way it lives within your heart
and how it's the only bit of hope within you

i want to be able to live in your heart and be the one who gives you hope - just as the light does

Always involved,
but never accepted
Always polite,
but never acknowledged
Always being real,
but everyone's fake
Always trying to be pure,
but no one cares​
Constantly going with the flow,
but the flow never with me.

Your generous destructive love is gifted to me in abundance.
The clenching of my fist doesn't mean that I'm keeping your love, but actually destroying what was intended to destroy.

Modest colours engulf the earth,
Everything seems to be losing its worth.
Structures slowly fall apart,
As all creation loses heart.

Greeted by the snap and crackle,
Slowly everything starts to make sense.
Slowly, losing suspense,
Death escapes my satchel.

I'm a human, who brings death in my satchel, to a forest already mourning the life of humanity while it goes through the pain of autumn.

Poetry is the key to the soul.
It cracks it open like a tin can, and most times, it floods it with a waterfall of tears.

Poetry is the key to the mind.
It enters and cleanses any impure part, forcing the mind to realise it's wrongs and inspire it to do right.

Poetry is the key to the heart.
It enters the heart and sweeps away residue from heartbreak and repairs any cracks to be perfect once again.

Poetry is the key to feelings.
It enters the heart and soul and pierces your emotions like a sword through another's heart, making you realise that he's not the one and that he's doing this all for fun.

Poetry can enter pretty much anything.

My heart's beating
Beating because you're in sight
My heart's struggling
Struggling because you're intoxicating me
My heart's cracking
Cracking because you're abusing it
My heart's suffering
Suffering because you're poisoning it
My heart's broken
Broken because you're here - again

My feelings pile on my shoulders.
My emotions blurr my vision.  
My circumstances slow me down.
My situation demotivates me.

My ambition drives me.
My aspirations motivate me.
My passion inspires me.
My future intrigues me.

Wrestling with conflicting emotions is tiring, difficult and neverending.

I used to have freedom.
I used to be able to take a break.
I've been stripped.
I've been robbed.

I once had an escape.
I no longer have an escape.

We travel on a boat that has just enough space for the two of us.
We set our relationship as priority and ignore personal priority.
We live life together and experience the same things
Until personal priority takes over.

Once personal priority takes over, the boat spilts.
One heart splits too, the other doesn't.
What was once one entity is now drifting apart into two, just as the heart of one individual breaks apart.

Slowly we drift away.
The one looks towards the horizon.
The other looks to what he or she thought would always be on his or her horizon.

Our knowledge is like a two edgéd sword, it can be used appropriately or be a threat to our very existence.

slowly [ ] fades
away
quickly [ ] isolates
[ ]

patiently [ ] rebuilds
[ ]
stronger [ ] becomes
without you