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flavia kurz Nov 2012
Soos die maanlig steel deur die loetjie in my gordyn
Sluip jy my gedagtes in so net voor ek aan die slaap raak
So asof ek ewe skielik van jou bewus word
Terwyl jy eintlik al die heeltyd oor my **** streel
en saggies in my oor fluister oor dinge wat my hart vinniger laat klop
Of, verbeel ek my al hierdie dinge
En is my laaste asem voor Klaas Vakie my wegneem niks meer
As gewone naggeluide en n kwynende gewelfd..
Jessica Klaas Jun 2020
We danced we were feeling the light
Naked kisses for me unzipped unattached
Show me hold me. Head to heals perfection
For real
close the door
For me take it
for me now
More its
more more more
Kisses smashed against the door
Test me I can’t sleep
You know me don’t give in
Innocent whispers dance in front of me
The teasing I believed it
My body thinks you know me
My everything in the look of your eyes
Dance across my mind all day
Lost control in front of you
I’m addicted
Anyone there? I’m scared.
Where do I belong?
Am I someone else?
Do we understand?
Its after midnight will you be there?
I’m alone in these sheets makes me feel like someone else
I am lost are you?
Times are crazy I am here
Is this you is this me?
People change people learn
Where is your heart
that’s the same I am me my heart is here
Where is the love I just want to understand

-J. Klaas
Jessica Klaas Jun 2020
Who taught us to be too scared to share.
Why is this a battle so deeply in-bedded in us all.
I have all these thoughts
and words that I know need to be shared
a voice that needs to be heard.
This phoenix has burst into her inferno of flames
and she is rising like the sun from these smokey ashes.
We as a whole have choked each other out
smudged every piece of our own existence
burnt ourselves down
It is time to rise.
Rise with me now
leave these suffocating ashes behind.
Breathe in new air
feel the earths shifting shift within you.
It is time feel the pain our mother has endured.
Sing with her and heal with her.
Lay your hands upon her shoulders become one.
We are all connected
we are all in this together.

-J. Klaas

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