Eindeloose Onbeheer Dis soos verlate kamers in bewolkte weer, koud is die gevoel, en leeg soos die spasies, Lang gang, met eindeloose stories van wat was. Dis gedagtes van die son op jou gesig en die warm gevoel van die somer.. Dis verby, want jy word blameer, vir eindelose onbeheer. Dit word vervang met verkluimende hartseer, Dan begin jy terug dink en berou jou eindelose … Continue reading Eindelose Onbeheer
I blow bubbles in my room sometimes, I am amused and captured by their magical beauty, It’s such a cheap thrill, And every time i see it, i get hipnotiesed by the care free feeling. Continue reading Bubbles
Time heals, that is what came out of my mouth to myself i whispered, but when you are broken and when your day feels like a battlefield of emotions, you just want to hit that person that is saying such things to you, because if only we could live in the moment and feel the pain, instead of trying to manipulate and mold the situation … Continue reading Time heals they said.
Die wind waai, stof in die kraake van my hart. Die reen maak modder wat verhard. Dit als lyk so donker, toe vat ek my verf kwas. Meng ek n bietjie van die maan skyn vir n perfekte nag. Dalk n paar sterre vir die glans. Kyk ek na die kraake van my hart. Wat deur die modder verhard. Die rivier maak die modder in … Continue reading Die kraake van my hart.
That night, or was it early morning when the moon was still high? I only remember the little mouse in the drawer making scratching sounds as he was trying to get to the sweets. I had a piece of cake and I put it a little in front of me on the carpet, as I watched while I was sitting on your bed. The little … Continue reading You probably don’t remember… The little mouse and a piece of cake.
When i started to paint for myself and just for fun, i realized that i am starting to discover myself, paint for fun and try to dig into the creativity that is hiding. Create something just for you. Continue reading When you do it for yourself.
I guess i am struggling to think of things to write, as other writers or poets will agree, is that most beautiful writings are inspired by sadness or loss of some kind of something that is associated with the heart, i have a another blog since 2013 my life has been a havoc of ups and downs, mostly downs, i have a lot of nice … Continue reading Dear Reader
Bewolk op Vishoek strand. Dis waar heen my gedagtes gaan, in die aand waneer ek nie kan slaap nie. Sit ek met my arms om my knee, en kyk ek na die see. Met dieptes en rotse, versier met skulpe. Strand huisies en sand kastele. Want ek gee vir die see my vrees vir die hartseer wat soveel keer al kom nessie skrop. Dankie se … Continue reading Vishoek strand
Freaky, Creepy, Spooky sounds that is not Really there in the darkness But you hear it anyway, not realizing it right away, but you stopped breathing to try and listen for more sounds that is not there Standing against the wall not breathing almost fainting with no air to your brain then you remember to breathe again, but still you can’t seem to just stop … Continue reading Creepy, spooky
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