I am not saying i am sorry. I am just looking for you. Walking your way thinking there is something wrong. Looking for a way to explain the look in your eyes. You watch me with that wanting, smiling in that perfect way. When you take my hand i know i am on that cloud. Never let me go it hapens so naturaly. Aint nobody … Continue reading This is getting real

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There was a person i knew ones, he would sometimes be down and lonely and he would tell me and i will say that everything will be oky. Why when i saw his status updates became darker. He had troubles, but he seemed fine after we chatted. And some days he was happy. The horrible feeling i got when i have just spoken to him … Continue reading Spoken but Not

And he wrote magical words that took me far away. “Encased in a moment i find a plethora of emotions… an album of invisible memories never to be relived again… questions unanswered that were never asked, visions never to be envisioned… and through it all the cold metallic taste of my blood flowing from the gash in my chest where my heart was ripped from … Continue reading And he wrote

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Julle was lus vir nog ‘n digbundel deur my en ek is ook lus vir nog ‘n bundel. Die keer het ek en ‘n talentvolle digter saam besluit om ‘n bundel uit te bring. Hou die spasie dop, want nog ‘n bundel is oppad. Continue reading My derde bundel

Dit was daai dag toe die herfs blare aan my broek klou en die wind met my hare speel. Toe ons op jou bank sit en musiek luister. Jy het my hand gevat en ons het gesels. Dis al wat ek kon onthou, want ek weet net van die nat gras onder my kaal voete en die wind wat wreed aan my klou. Staan ek … Continue reading Tussen hier en Nerens

Ek lê in my bed, die skaduwees speel met my, Klasvakie is awesig en ek kan nie slaap nie. Die dag kruip nader en die angs van my asem laat my moedeloos tyd dop hou. Bang vir die dag van moeg wees en die ure eindeloos voor my. Weke van emosies wat soos gypsies in die ronte daans om n vuur. Brand ek my eindelose … Continue reading Slaaploos