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Zywa Dec 2024
I escaped from my

armour, naked I feel: what --


is outside of me?
Poem "redekawel" - 1 ("argueing" - 1, 2022, Antjie Krog)

Collection "Passage Passion"
Valentin Eni Dec 2024
Love’s a flame; it burns so bright,
But too much fire steals the night
Too much love clouds your view,
This kind of love isn’t good for you

Love can hold, but love can break,
Leave you drowning in its wake
Too much love pulls you down,
Spins your world, turns it around

Oh, love isn’t always kind,
Takes your heart and steals your mind,
Oh, that love isn’t good for you,
This kind of love will tear you through

Love can lift, but love can fall,
Trap your soul, devour it all,
A little’s sweet; too much can sting,
Love’s a fire with a bitter ring

Love, beware its fire touch—
It burns too bright; it burns too much.
Oh, love isn’t always true
Love, Oh, love can burn through you.
Dom Dec 2024
reality is all that exists.
context is the curtain edge of
the proscenium.
the play is
you and I
performing every day.
ovations and uproar
are all just noise in the end.
everything is theatrical
Zywa Nov 2024
The roads are rounds, watch

out and avoid them if you --


look for a way out.
Song "Wie weet waar de uitweg is", performance "Neerlands Hoop in Panama" (Song "Who knows the way out", performance "Hope of the Netherlands in Panama", 1971, Freek de Jonge and Bram Vermeulen)

Collection "Within the walls"
Kai Dec 2024
One writer knows another
Who knows one known by the first

Small world, isn't it?
No idea if it even makes sense, came up with this one at 6:30am going to school
He walked into a calmer place,
Away from smoke around his face,
Into eyes of those with wings of grace,
As the dead look on from outer space.

As though it seemed that it was time,
Time to run and time to hide,
Inside his heart he knew he’d stay,
A living amongst not; a needle in hay.


Clouds of dust remind him of those,
Those people who’s sacrifice
they had not chose,
The moon is bright
and the night it glows,
Their crimson blood forever cold.
Deceived by men with hearts of coal,
Without a care for the lives they stole.

So there he lays to rest his brain,
Under corpses of comrades through the heavy rain,
Their faces were frozen in fear and pain,
Had they really all gave their souls in vain?
His wounds meant that this would be his grave,
Is this what it really means to be brave?
Inspired by the sad reality of the events of World War 1. Written by myself when I was 16yo
Kai Nov 2024
I
Am
Not
Okay
'Cause
They're
Going to
Find a way
To capture
Us both and i
Will have to
Run away to
A special
Setting
That is
Just a
Land
All
In
I
.
First time writing something like this, I NEED TO FIX UP MY VOCABULARY..
(also, the last word would be "me" but it didnt fit)
Ariannah Nov 2024
Dreaming about you almost every night
Forgot about my ex love, and last time I cried
I think I'd be ok in my own fantasy world
Cause they won't be able to even say a word
Ariannah Nov 2024
Sparkles, everywhere we look
Feels like the world is spinning around us
Stars falling down the sky in loops
Like your sparkly whispers surrounding us
Telling me it's time I open my eyes
Realizing I was dreaming all this time
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