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I can't breathe
My entire world is crumbling down upon me
It's enclosing on me,squeezing me,trying to pop me like a pimple
Trying to force to become this being that I am not
I CAN'T BREATHE!
So I just scream,"Get off me,leave me alone",
But no no no it does not go!
No,it just get closer and closer,
Whispering in my ear louder and louder!
Why won't you just leave me alone!
You expect me to be genius that I am not
This problem solver at a moments notice
Trying to compare me to them
Well I am not them,I am me
I am not this Almighty smart being
I do not have wings, soaring high above the skies
No,I run in the woods,attempting to hide from judgmental words
I run in the wind,across the seas, burning the words to ashes as I pass them by
Laughing yet crying because I have become exhausted from the nonstop comparisons
No matter where I go they seem to find me
Dancing around my head taunting me
I will never be free
Why won't you just let me be
Why must you hold me in these handcuffs trying to bend me to your will
Conditioning me until I forget who I am
Why...?
Don't you see I will never be like them
I can never be like them
Though I wish I could
I must find my own way
Whatever way that may be,
I'll find it and just be me
Morning came to us
As it usually does,
Crickets chirping
From her Apple,
Me, sighing,
Throwing off the covers,
Stumbling toward the stairs
To hit the can,
Groaning first few steps.

I stopped and said,
"I noticed every morning now,
I always have these aches and pains."

And she replied, sounding sane,
"I never have eggs and bacon!"

Mystified, I told her she made no sense.

"What do you think I said?" she asked.

"You never have eggs and bacon?" I replied.

"You're going deaf!
I said aches and pains!"

And so it goes.
Round and round and round,
Where it stops, God only knows....
of all that's left
maybe distress
maybe hardships
but oviously
it's all that's left
all that's left is
known to me
and known
as the key
to my heart
just from the
start I was learning
the art but now I am
farther than ever and now
remembered in
the caves of all that's left
All that's left is a love Poem with small emotion and
kindness and heart
She stole a cigarette from his pack
if he had known
she would probably get a slap
she had been doing that since long
hoping to share death,that smoke cause
at least that's the way she thought,

this advertisement"Smoke is injurious to health"
made her think it reduces his life's length
she couldn't stop him from smoking
so she starts to smoke,instead
in order to share same living hour
she fooled herself being addictive !

today,she stole a cigarette again
but today,its for herself
he is just an excuse to make
for her to smoke again !
Stupidity makes people do anything.
The   sea  is  forever,
as  even  now,
never  the  same.
It  stirs  and  breaks,
mends  and  unites.

From  shore  to  shore
the  same,
yet,
from  wave  to  wave
so  different.

Perhaps  it  knows
the  Why's  of  life.
Shall  I  dare  ask?
And  what  shall  I  hear?

The  fierceful  cries
of  a  thousand
seagulls  in  mine  ear!
Written  in  1973  as  an  English   Literature  assignment  during  Matric.
This  was  my  first  attempt  at  poetry.
I fight through the tears,
fight to stay strong and positive..
slipping  on the puddles of my soul.

Am I strong enough to win the
FIGHT??
or will I loose it all..
C.F14
Go from a beautiful high in life, to the bottom of the ocean..
There's an ice storm in my brain,
        my thoughts
                     are sliding
                out of control,
         there's a fire in my chest,
                        making ashes
          of what's left of
                     my soul.
A big THANK YOU to Sir Poet and Frank Ruland for inspiring this little "poem" out of me, I'm so proud to call y'all family. ❤
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