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Jan 2019 · 1.9k
In Spite of Setbacks
He loves playing guitar even if he can't play the chords just right.
She loves words but she's a slow reader.
He loves the rain even though he's afraid of thunder.
She loves running, no matter the distance.

He hurts her; she loves him anyway.
Jan 2019 · 204
The Truth About Lies
Sometimes lies are the only truth, illuminated by the belief it is given.
Jan 2019 · 214
Paper Towns
Paint the paper towns of your past with the crimson blood of your enemies.

Protect your valley of freedom from those who wish to seize it from you.
Jan 2019 · 926
I am Medusa; stone cold
I am Hera; a queen
I am Persephone; powerful
I am Athena; a fighter
I am Aphrodite; a lover
I am Artemis; uprising
I am Demeter; sustaining
I am Hestia; of hearth and fire

I am Olympus in its full glory.
basically, this poem is about the hidden power you carry and the strength you don't realise you have.
Jan 2019 · 171
I love the way you underestimate me and all that I can do.

That in itself is the greatest power over you that you could ever give me.
i hate when people underestimate me. it ****** me off so much. like, you don't know me so don't assume the things i can do. just because i don't fulfill my potential doesn't mean i'm powerless.
Jan 2019 · 179
The Sky Cries
May the tears of the sky cleanse the earth from evil.
Jan 2019 · 173
Jan 2019 · 152
Words bloomed from the pen she held, nourished by the fertiliser of imagination.
Jan 2019 · 115
I've stopped apologising for the fire my dragons breathe.

If you get burned, you should've heeded my warnings.
Jan 2019 · 797
Contrary to popular belief, chaos and tranquility were friends.

It was our ignorance that made it seem as though their camaraderie was competition.
Everyone seems to take polar opposites and make it seem as though they're enemies. I just don't understand it. Just because two things are different doesn't one is better than the other.
Jan 2019 · 707
I thought your touch could be the cure I was looking for.

Little did I know, your love was poisonous
My room is not nearly as messy as my mind.
The shoes under my bed could never compete with the secrets in my head.
The ever-growing pile of clothes underestimate my stories untold.
The demon in my bed fueds with the voices in my head.
Long forgotten pens, cracked and broken, cower away from my words unspoken.
My room is not nearly as messy as my mind because the monster under the bed,

Could never challenge the ones in my head.
I'll be more active soon. I promise :)
Oct 2018 · 176
Oct 2018 · 222
Sands of Time
The sands of time could never outweigh the ocean of eternity.
Oct 2018 · 160
Even with your cut thighs,
Sad eyes
And fake smiles

You are still beautiful.
To those who struggle with loving themselves. You're beautiful.
Oct 2018 · 224
Ocean of Dreams
No matter how hard you try to keep it there, the footprints of what you perceive as reality will never remain in the sand dunes of your mind. They will always be washed away by the waves of your dreams.
Oct 2018 · 183
Be Different
Be a grain of salt in a sugar cane field.
Be the ice among the flames.
Be the badger among the snakes.
Be the courage among the cowardly.
The wolf among the sheep.
The light within the dark.
A survivor among the dead.
The calm within the storm.

"Be the change you wish to see in the world." - Mahatma Gandhi
Oct 2018 · 150
Things Change
Things change
The wind was never this carefree
Fire was once cold
The Earth was once gentle
Water was once inflexible
And I once cared

Things change
You did

Why can't I?
You asked me about my homeland,
But I refused to tell you.
The confinement of words is not enough to express the tangible freedom this city radiates.
You know what they say, seeing is believing.
So accompany to Devil's Peak where the smoke of perseverance will fill our lungs and clear our heads.
Let me take you to the beach where the smell of inequality and segregation still lingers in the air.
Let us stand atop Lion's Head, listening to the long forgotten roars of triumph from moments passed.
We'll take the Red Bus and discover so many wonderfull places.
You wouldn't be able to resist falling in love with this city.
Let us stand atop Table Mountain, taking in the beauty this city has to offer, breathing in the smell of fynbos.
We'll leap with the springboks,
Hunt with the lions,
And paint the sky with the Blue Cranes.
We'll look back on 1994 and relish in the improvement this city has undergone.
The lights of the city burn bright when the sun sets.
It will always lead us back home.
Lastly, come with me to District Six, where the houses represents just how much of a Rainbow nation we are.

This is South Africa.
This is Cape Town.
This is freedom.
This poem was written about my home, Cape Town, South Africa, for Heritage Day.
Sep 2018 · 228
Taste Of Rebellion
You smell of moonlight,
Gentle words
And the type of rebellion I have yet to taste.
Sep 2018 · 141
Stolen, Broken
Stolen glances
Stolen hearts
Broken barriers
And shattered glass
Sep 2018 · 249
The words don't link here
It's too cold
Too loud
Too messy
The words don't link here and I hate it
Sep 2018 · 257
Forest Fire
She was a flame
Simple yet perfect
Both defying and defining the dark
Melting my barrier that I took so long to build
But what she didn't know was that the barrier I built was not to keep myself safe
It was for those around me
Because while she might have been a flame

I was a forest fire.
Aug 2018 · 203
Damn You
**** you
For making me so angry
For making me depressed
For making me miss you
For making me love you
**** you, you angel
Aug 2018 · 240
(Two) Seperate
You are not you

I am not me

We are not us

We are two seperate people

In two seperate places

Doing two seperate things

Pretending we don't miss each other

Pretending we're coping

Pretending we're fine

Like little kids, we're pretending

But the one thing about pretending they don't tell you, is that sooner or later, it's not pretending anymore

It becomes the real thing

Two seperate people

Two seperate places

Two seperate things

Two seperate strangers.
Aug 2018 · 209
"How are you?"
I never thought you'd ask
And honestly
I was kind of hoping you wouldn't
Because I feel like a thunderstorm
Miserable, depressed and in a bad mood
And if you get in my way
You will feel my lighting glazed rage
Aug 2018 · 287
My jealousy often gets the better of me

I like to call it the start of an emotional roller coaster ride to the Realisation of my Stupidity

It starts off slow, ascending to a sense of betrayal,

winding its way to anger, making my stomach do weird flips and turns

It then slows to down to sadness,

Because I know I don't deserve you

Because I have no right to be jealous or angry

I have no right to call you mine

Because you are not mine

But that doesn't stop me wishing you were
Aug 2018 · 7.6k
What a Poet(ess) Tastes Like
If you've ever had the pleasure of kissing a poet, you'd know just how adventurous they taste

The saltiness of the seven seas mixed with the sweetness of the stars

They taste like tsunamis and high tide

Like black holes and supernovas

Like flowers and forest fires

They taste like heaven with a dash of hell

Like a tall drink of inspiration and a shot of death

They taste like late nights and early mornings

Like old night-time and burnt toast

They taste like new experiences

Yes, if you've ever had the pleasure of kissing a poet , you'd know just how much you crave for more
Aug 2018 · 193
I Was Wondering...
What was I to you?

A friend,

A lover,

Or a fool?
Aug 2018 · 175
The Death of a Day
The death of a day brings with colours

A glowing golden settles upon the sky

Gradually changing to an orange so deep, that it makes the puddles on the ground seem like liquid gold

As fast as it had arrived, the orange left

Leaving a scarlet in its place

The liquid gold turned to blood

The sky was a battelfield painted red

The once pure, white clouds

Were wounded soldiers staggering back to their homeland

After the airborne war passed, a black overtook the sky

Twinkling specks of light were scattered upon it,

making it seem as though a child spilled glitter across a black canvas

It was done in such a careless way yet,

It was perfect

The colours were gone

But they would return the following day,

Only to be replaced, once again, by the sparkling darkness.
Jul 2018 · 237
Mr Van Zyl
Dedicated to the old man I never knew -

Mr Van Zyl is dying

When I first step into the cardiac care ward, I don't notice him

Only when the relative I am visiting points him out, do I turn and look at him

He is frail looking and very thin

His hospital gown doesn't cover his right shoulder and when he turns on his side, his back is exposed

There is an odd assortment of items on his bedside table

The most common one being medication

A nurse comes in

Asks him if he wants to eat

He can't talk so after the eternity of a minute he shakes his head

He is not hungry

The nurse sighs and leaves

Mr Van Zyl is alone

No visitors, no nurses

He is alone

The bed next to his unoccupied but a cricket match is on

I leave the ward

As I do, he opens his eyes

They are a pale blue

The colour of a summer sky

I hold his gaze then leave

Mr Van Zyl is dying

And he is alone

So very alone
This is a true story. You'll notice how literally I've written this poem and the reason for that is because I believe that this man deserved a simple poem. Nothing extra. Just raw, unexaggerated emotion. I'm sad to say that a few days after this poem was written, Mr Van Zyl passed away. He was as alone in his death as he was while in the cardiac care unit.

I hope he knows that his memory lives on through this peom.
Jul 2018 · 234
Saint or Sinner
It's all the same
We only see what we want to see
Only hear what we want to hear
Only do what we want to do
But never do what we need to do
Never show the world what needs to seen
We never tell the world what it needs to hear
Because we're all too afraid of being right about saying things are wrong
The world is a cruel place
It is fast-paced, unrelenting and unapologetic
It eats misery for breakfast and serves anger for lunch
When supper time rolls around you start chewing on regrets and lost opportunites
No leftovers, eat your mistakes, make sure to clean your plate of the crumbs and broken promises
You're not really hungry but you eat anyway
It's the only way to make sure you get your small serving of dessert and hope
If you're lucky you might get a bit of self-confidence to gnaw on
You sit with a full stomach and exhale your invaluable opinions
Yes, the world is a cruel place
But you still have a place in it
Feb 2018 · 265
Nurtured by nature,
Can turn into raw happiness.
Feb 2018 · 240
Rosy girl
With rosy cheeks
Who doesn't care
What society thinks
I randomly thought of this one while horse riding. Hope you like it :)
Feb 2018 · 312
Bubblegum boy
Bubblegum boy
With forest eyes
Minty breath
And sad smiles
Feb 2018 · 221
Cracks in the sidewalk
I found my soulmate in the cracks in the sidewalk
Appreciate the little things in life
I thought about hurricanes today
How they sweep up everything in their paths
How they turn them around in an endless cycle of chaos
I thought about how dangerous they are
And how they tear families apart
How they destroy homes
And I thought about how people chase these dangerous things
And I wondered why, why would anyone want to follow something that could tear them and everything they love apart
Then I realized, these people don't chase the storm
They chase the calm within the storm
Some people remind me of hurricanes
Feb 2018 · 276
Correct me if I'm wrong
I never really said goodbye, did I?
I think I hugged you but I'm not sure
It was just you and I and a doorway between us
Words passed from you to me
Something about a big opportunity,
One you couldn't miss
I think I cried but I'm uncertain
And anyway, what's a little distance?
I don't know
Maybe its the lack of your scent in the air
Or perhaps your consistent presence in my favourite "People who left" seat
Correct me if I'm wrong but I didn't really say goodbye, did I?
The sound of wind chimes,
The smell of grass.
The taste of your strawberry and apricot flavoured lips
Your beautiful brown eyes staring at the endless expanse of sky
The feeling of the sun's warm rays, gentle on our faces
This moment of utter bliss broken only by the sound of our soft heartbeats
In this moment it is you, I and the background music which is the world.

— The End —