sy wil iets beteken
nie iets hê
of word
of kry
of raak nie

nie nut
of hulp
of help
of raad nie

sy wil net iets beteken
wat sy nie in haarself maak nie

Drome is gemaak om n lang nag interesant te maak.
Dis n sprokies verhaal van goeie dinge of selfs die slegte.
Van kastele en weelde, n lewe vele meer voor sal soek of selfs drome van cowboys en crooks met perde wat gallop op en af die berge, opsoek na diamante en gewere.
Dan is daar die nagmerries wat mens se hare laat rys, n skrik en n gesnik en wakker voor die wekker en n gewonder wat sopas gebeur het!
n Droom kan beloon, n droom kan verloon, n droom kan waarheid word dit hang af *** jy voel.
Egter klein bietjie raad van n nuwe jaar se digter… droom n droom, leef die oomblik met of sonder die donker nag, want n ware droom is oomblik van waarheid waaruit jy jou kastele kan bou in n ware sprokiesland vandag. 2016/01/26

I admit.
I used to wake up
in the middle of the night
and stare at you.
I absorbed your body in my eyes.
Nothing amazed me more than
watching a violent hostile human
remain calm and intact.
It was my only moment of peace
with you next to me.
It was the moment you reminded me
of the person I first fell in love with

"Goodnight"



Sara I. Raad

Although this life can be blinding
I will always
have an eye
for you.


Sara I. Raad

I push away the people who are closest to me.
Maybe it's because
they are so quick to come and help me.
But what if I don't want to be saved?


Sara I. Raad

My body is not your battleground.
It is not your right to play with.
It is not your home to invite others
or yourself without good intent.
Nor is it a message that you pass around.
like a bottle in the sea.
My body is my sacred place
Warm.
My body is my home.
My body plants.
My body nourishes.
My body creates.


Sara I. Raad

You bought me two bouquets of wilted roses.
You handed them to me with that smirk on your face.
You know, the one you used to give me before you laid
your hands on me. I seen beauty in them. In fact, I had our future
in my hands.
A dozen reasons why I loved you
and a dozen reasons why we could never be.
All wrapped together by the man who abused me.
You see,
I did not throw them away.
I did not rip them apart.
Instead, I laid them to rest.
Which then
Soothed the pain from my breaking heart.

Sara I. Raad

Do you know how much it took out of me to give you
pieces of me that
I,
Till this day,
cannot accept?

-You may have a way with words, but you also have a way of freeing me from my own demons.

and that's why..

I really don't want to let you go.

Sara I. Raad

Have you ever talked to yourself?
Not your average talk though
I'm talking about the person inside you, the inner you.
The child in you.
We hold on to our childhood deep down inside.
Deeper than our hearts. Look a little deeper,
I mean in your soul.
That person needs you.
Our emotions today
reflect a lot on our childhood memories.
The way we talk, act, and perceive others.
Give that child in you some time and dedication.
Reach your hand out to them. Help them grow,
help them understand the world you are currently in.
We often look and blame our experiences with others
as an excuse for our actions today.
It's not that.
There is a person inside you, you have to mend things with.
Your true self. Your inner child.
You.

Sara I. Raad

You held my heart with the tightest grip,
To only let go,
and break it
Into

P
   I
     E
  C
E
   S


Sara I. Raad

If I told you how many tears
I've cried since I let you go..
You'd question if I ever really loved you.


Spoiler:

You can still love someone from a distance.


Sara I. Raad

Abandoned houses sit across the city,
People drive past them
Just looking at them up and down.
I just wonder sometimes,
How much life used to be in those houses?
Often, I think, we do the same with people
They’re beaten down and tormented
Losing control of their image
Because their mind is consumed by a disease
That spreads rapidly, poisoning any good thought
Of themselves in their head.
Depression.
Appearances mislead

Sara I. Raad

Ik geloof dat gaandeweg de wereld kan
gered, woorden
zonder zingen, los van lopen, min de moorden
die men eerder heeft erkend als toen en dan
het enige dat oplosbaar kan.

Er is niet niets, er is wel wij,
Eris zoveel van ons.
raad maar zottie,
't is ons lottie
om te kletsen op zondagnamiddag
met een koffie en een koek,
tis in eenvoud dat het hoort
behalve als wat anders jou bekoort.

Kies maar
denk ook aan de anderen.
Of *** je alles in een posi+ieve zin
kan veranderen.

Iedereen rond mij heeft pijn
mensen ten einde
raad en klein van hoop.
Ik hoop dat ik kan helpen,
dat ik ook een beetje nut heb.
Weet dat ik niet opschep
als ik zeg dat ik niet veel
heb meegemaakt.

Weet iemand met mijn vragen raad,
wanneer noch kaars noch bril nog baat?
Het is zoeken en het zal blijven zoeken blijven
met enkel jezelf om op te kijven.

Was ik een bal, zou ik rollen,
was ik tranen, was ik geld
of vuisten wanneer iemand over morgen
vertelt.

Overmorgen, over zorgen, over hoop.
Alles overhoop.
De één die sneed, de ander zoop.
       En anderen verzopen.
             Of weggeblazen worden.
          Erdoor weer onweer en toen het terug kon
                              weer op stap, op de lappen
             En zo jezelf oplappen.
Kon ik maar, zoals op tv, tussen de dagen zappen.