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Sy's honger en sy krap in die yskaste en kombuiskaste vir haar daaglikse brood. Soekend deur die rakke terwyl haar siel kreun van pandemiese hongersnood. Sy smag na Valentines-tjoklits en 'n P.S. wat se: "yes" en rooiwyn met strawberries dipped in cream , haar moed begeef haar -sy verwerp haar teenage dreams. Love aint all moonlight and roses... - aint as fun as it seems Haar mond water nou vir lippies en jelly-hartjies en vampire tande. So sy staan op hoeke en bedel vir suiker... haar oe so honger, dit brand , ,maar kyk na haar lee hande wat leeg sal bly in ons liefdelose land. -inamabilis
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May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 5:35 PM UTC
Die honger in haar oe
but she'll crack a joke and it'll fry in the pan yoke running suntans like we're not burnt plan like we weren't drowning in tick marks learnt that those sparks don't set us alight snarks sizzle and kite our cheap cameras up fight or flight, cock-ups stroll us over to both makeup's made of oaths and expired lippies and growth was just memories we'd left behind cities were left unsigned and roosters hum spellbinds bit off crumbs of our holidays sums done sideways with scrambled minds haze of upturned blinds flip us sunny-side rinds of orange chide us but our hats are gone stride down, we egg on, sandals beg mercy but crayons colour sprees in glasses-off views degrees weren't those corkscrew rollercoasters drive-thru karaoke, poster bed fairy lights dim toasters retorted, skim reading as shoes kick dust limbs stiff, favour a cuss but don't do big talk buses see less than walks, distance is a job toolbox couldn't fix this throb. so maybe if we hadn't lit the fuse twice it might not have fireworked so quick but i'm glad we rolled that dice getting summered was a cement to those heat-blown bricks.
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Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 10:48 AM UTC
Summered
Sy's honger en sy krap in die yskaste en kombuiskaste vir haar daaglikse brood. Soekend deur die rakke terwyl haar siel kreun van pandemiese hongersnood. Sy smag na Valentines-tjoklits en 'n P.S. wat se: "yes" en rooiwyn met strawberries dipped in cream , haar moed begeef haar -sy verwerp haar teenage dreams. Love aint all moonlight and roses... - aint as fun as it seems Haar mond water nou vir lippies en jelly-hartjies en vampire tande. So sy staan op hoeke en bedel vir suiker... haar oe so honger, dit brand , ,maar kyk na haar lee hande wat leeg sal bly in ons liefdelose land. -inamabilis
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May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 3:03 PM UTC
Die honger in haar oe
081324 These days, I skipped my morning routines. No coffee breaks, no late meals. I lost not just the appetite for food But also the appetite to mingle and crack some jokes. So, it’s just me — And this isolation was so familiar. Just like the old days of resisting my “tiny self.” The so-random thoughts don’t even help at all… I was stuck in this shell and it wasn’t well-curated. My body aches with the unknown tensions And so I pulled the strings off my mind, Stretched out my feet as hard as I can But inside me was something severe — Something I hated to encounter. I speak to my body as I lay down Turned on my favorite playlist in Spotify Full of worship instrumental And empowering podcasts Calming my soul to take a pause and simply rest. Goodnight to the bed bugs that bite As I shake off the fluffy pillows on my feet. Then I cover myself with a hand-me-down blanket. The pain was intense So I had to grab my pills to give myself a lesson. I used to glide my left hand Reaching out my French-bulldog Named after HP’s Luna Lovegood. But this time, I made her sad for not playing around. I know, she’s tired of me too We stared to each other for days And all I can see was her scared eyes. Most of the times, she jumps off her feet But this was no longer the old times — she’s changed. I went outside to breathe But it’s like an open freezer to me. I ***** when I eat and the aching doesn’t stop. My body’s tired of murmuring her pleads... I know and I can feel her But I was not ready to comfort her. I looked at the mirror with pale face. Having tons of lippies can’t even paint my lips red. I overthink when I’m upset So my past time was to write — It’s like an explosion of joy, anger, fear… Did I forget the others from Inside Out? The inner child within me was turned on, And how could I stop her? Should I play hide and seek? I hope it’s the end game already But I find this as my quiet place too.
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Aug 13, 2024
Aug 13, 2024 at 9:46 AM UTC
Quiet Place
081324 These days, I skipped my morning routines. No coffee breaks, no late meals. I lost not just the appetite for food But also the appetite to mingle and crack some jokes. So, it’s just me — And this isolation was so familiar. Just like the old days of resisting my “tiny self.” The so-random thoughts don’t even help at all… I was stuck in this shell and it wasn’t well-curated. My body aches with the unknown tensions And so I pulled the strings off my mind, Stretched out my feet as hard as I can But inside me was something severe — Something I hated to encounter. I speak to my body as I lay down Turned on my favorite playlist in Spotify Full of worship instrumental And empowering podcasts Calming my soul to take a pause and simply rest. Goodnight to the bed bugs that bite As I shake off the fluffy pillows on my feet. Then I cover myself with a hand-me-down blanket. The pain was intense So I had to grab my pills to give myself a lesson. I used to glide my left hand Reaching out my French-bulldog Named after HP’s Luna Lovegood. But this time, I made her sad for not playing around. I know, she’s tired of me too We stared to each other for days And all I can see was her scared eyes. Most of the times, she jumps off her feet But this was no longer the old times — she’s changed. I went outside to breathe But it’s like an open freezer to me. I ***** when I eat and the aching doesn’t stop. My body’s tired of murmuring her pleads... I know and I can feel her But I was not ready to comfort her. I looked at the mirror with pale face. Having tons of lippies can’t even paint my lips red. I overthink when I’m upset So my past time was to write — It’s like an explosion of joy, anger, fear… Did I forget the others from Inside Out? The inner child within me was turned on, And how could I stop her? Should I play hide and seek? I hope it’s the end game already But I find this as my quiet place too.
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Your eyes their smiles and shine like deep blue pools of salty water or sapphires full of money and riches I always thought we would be together but sitting here It looks like I was wrong Your touch is a mountain Dear babe, please come back What did I do wrong? Please tell me Your tongue Like a prime cut of meat Your kneecaps Like battering rams for my brain You drove me crazy And now that you're gone I'm even crazier Its 2am and I can't stop thinking about your soft lippies Like flower petals They are pink and soft Not cracked Your kiss is a drug and baby, i am an addict I guess this is goodbye
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Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 8:56 PM UTC
2 am heartbreak