a Different Perspective

I woke up

There was nothing.

The sheets so soft

The memories rough,

Dazing off into an unrealistic trans

I see life differently,

Your love, so distantly.

The summer nights, history,

with fairy lights , a mystery.

Love is a sacrifice,

Yet the idea of your love is so beautiful,

Like a ray of pure sunlight.

Now it is one minute to midnight and

I still see love from a different perspective. 

Stranger

I saw you once,

I didn't know that, what we were going to write together,

would end so soon.

You sit there 

soaking in perfection.

You left, 

and I never formally introduced myself.

Your light shining so beautifully, 

I watched from afar so pitifully.

Now you're gone, 

and a friend in you I wish I'd known.

Happiness

Happiness is not just a word

It is a feeling

An emotion that should not be questioned

We waste most of the time,
trying to find that one thing we all desire,
Happiness.

I used to think that sadness was beautiful,

Until I discovered,

Happiness is bliss.

It comes on
unexpectedly,

and goes beyond.

Precious be mine
Be mine for eternity 

Give me peace and total happiness,
come and settle in my soul.

Wake up and live, don’t wait all your life for happiness. 

Holding on

The wine so sweet,

The cigarettes even better

Music in the background,

Voices spreading over the room.

Yet, my head has been somewhere else.

Trying to ignore reality,

Yes, I am a dreamer and I’ll try not to leave you.

Maybe I am different,

Maybe I don’t belong.

But you need to set me free, for now…

“I want to sing with the trees,

I want to dance in the breeze,

I want to play with the flowers.”

Even though your love is going to kill me, I will try and hold on.

Pretentious Air

We are spinning webs of 
pretentious words.

It landed up going nowhere,

Those insensitive feelings

Emotions running through my spine,

Reflections, in the broken window, staring back at me

It is unfortunate that we cannot continue this,

Still there is a pretentious air
in the way you presume I care.

Those feelings within the broken window,
Paint them black,
Fade them away,
leave them be.

What is life about?

I hear the words, but it won’t come out.

I see the pictures, but what is life about?  

Within the vast expanse of time and space,

With no sense of direction, and no star to guide, 

In the never ending story that is life.

I’m drowning in thoughts, lost in things,
mislead by some dreams.

I'm kind of done,
and I no longer see the fun
In prolonging this pain.

There's nothing I could do..
I just can't keep sane.

Here I am, still lost in life with lost souls,

trying to find my way out of this black hole. 

Goodbye

What once was cannot be undone

You look happy, yet it’s still the same.

It’s best we don’t talk at all.

When I see you I won’t say “Hi!”

You hurt me,

You made me cry,

So many times I cried for you.

But that is over now.

You will no longer hurt me,

No longer will I cry for you.

I shall follow the light that will lead me to happiness

And I will take my time finding it,

I know it is out there.

So this is goodbye,

I bid thee adieu,

So long

And fair well.

Good bye my old friend,

It’s a new day and a new start.

It’s over,

I’m done. 

Wilted flower

Wilted flower,

Let’s run away.

No matter which path we take

we’ll always find a way.

We drive through these empty streets,

Mental and physical pleasures of fresh air

Letting go of fear, letting go of the things we hold dear.

Light petals once soft and pliable are now brittle and dry.

Let’s run away

Forget about all the scars,

Blame it on the stars.

Let’s run away and never look back.

Goodnight bittersweet love of mine.

You came and settled in the shacks of my mind

Fears and regrets stain my sleeves,
but I will not be forever weak.

The intentions were real,
but the truth is untold.

I've seen with my eyes that I wasn't decent enough to be your prize.

You kept me on a string,

Can't regret a thing that happened between me and you.

Just have to be glad we're through.

I hold on to a memory of how it used to be.

My heart used to shatter with the thought of your touch.

Patiently waiting for those feelings to fade away,
it makes it harder when he crosses my mind every day.

Not going to put myself through it again.

I’ve wasted precious time

Goodnight bittersweet love of mine.

Die nag só sag

Die dae so lank
Die nag so kort.

Wind waai en fluister vir mekaar om die hoekies.
Ek kan hoor hoe die donderstorm vorm.

Die blare waai en die wolkies gesels
Daar blaf 'n hond in die verte.

Die karre raak al hoe minder
en die nag word sag.

Terwyl die reëndruppels val teen my venster
So word my aand al hoe sagter.

Honey, let me taste you.

I walked into a bar

I see you there

I don’t know you, yet it feels right to look at you.

I want you
Oh, I would die for just a taste;
Can't take my eyes off of your pretty face;
You are so hypnotizing.

I just want to hold you;
Collide with you, melt inside of you.
You undress me with your eyes,
so tempting;

I can't put these thoughts to rest

Such thoughts cannot easily bend.

Honey let me taste you

With your nicotine lips

Honey let me undress you.

I watch you from across the room;
You catch me and I catch my breath.
I think I saw you smile at me;
I'm wondering what's on your mind;
Could you be thinking of me?

Honey let me taste you

Honey, let me undress you. 

Love : the whole concept

This whole concept of : "When will you get a boyfriend." sure as hell sucks.

People always ask me : "When are you getting a boyfriend?"
"Why do you always go alone to a function, or a party?"

Well to me it is not such a big deal.
I do believe in love and I do believe that there is someone out there for every single person.

I'm just one of those kind of people that "go with the flow."

I don't need to go and look for something that I know I'm not ready for, yet.

I believe that if there is someone out there, they will find me.
I'm not going to go and search for love, I'll wait until it finds me.

Ask no questions, Hear no lies.

Why do we question our motives?
Is it because (from time to time) we have this SUPER happy phase in life and you want to know why?

We always want to know why?
Why should we do what we do?
Why should we question everything, that at the end of the day, you might feel it was "pointless"?
Why do we not appreciate what we have?
(From time to time)

Yet again, if we don't question things we won't have any more knowledge than what
we already think we have.

Why should I still question my motives even when I know where I'm going.
Do I really know where I'm going?
Do I really know what I want out of life?

Sometimes we do not notice that we take things for granted.
Society tells us to question everything.
Still why do I question everything?

Ontwaak

Jou oё oop.

Jou warm lyf langs myne.

Buite waai die wind deur

die oranje, verlepte

blare.

Ek soek vryheid, maar

vind niks.

Soms dink ek jy is my

vryheid, die uitweg na

‘n ander wêreld.

Ek ontwaak van ‘n nagmerrie.

Ek laat jou in so doen jou

ding.

Skielik skrik ek.

Sien my bed is leeg.

Alles was toe net ‘n droom.

'n Gebed net vir my

Verlore in die verte.

My voete in die sand.

Koue water wat teen my bene op spat.

In my moederstad,

daar waar ek vryheid vind.

Met sout water druppels teen my bene

waai ‘n windjie in die lug ‘n gebed vir my.

Wolke in die blou lug wat swaar hang,

met storms op die waters

sê hierdie gebed vir my:

“Niks is moeilik nie. Net onbekend.”

Lost

It is twelve PM

I am wide awake.

I am lying in bed.

Open windows.

Open minded.

Thinking of you,

feeling lost and

feeling cold.

Trying to forget you,

but instead I am

losing Myself.

Kind wees

Ek sit hier onder die boom.

Voel verlore, bang

en seer gemaak.

Die voёltjies sing ‘n valsnoot

wat ‘n gedagte terug bring

van my kinder dae.

Om kind te wees is maklik.

Daar is geen bekommernisse.

Geen seerkry en

geen grootmens goed nie.

Die skoenveters van my verlede

is verlore.

My bene bewe van skok.

Grootmens lewe is moeilik.

Om kind te wees was maklik.

Daar was geen bekommernisse,

geen seerkry en 

geen grootmens goed nie.

Straatkinders

Met ons vuil voete op die grondkombers

is ons soos twee bevorregte straatkinders.

Hand aan hand verower ons die bosryke

strate van ons verlore stad.

Deur dik en dun kriewel ons

deur die oranje sand van die Kalahari woestyn.

Soos groutjies probeer ons spontaan wees,

tog besef ons dat ons klaar selfvoldoening het.

Met ‘n skaterlag in die agtergrond is dit

daar waar ons as kinders kon baljaar.

Soms voel ons angstig en verlore in die

alledaagse lewe.

Deur na wyse woorde en ou

mense te luister kan iets geleer word.

Die trane in jou oё is swaar,

Met ongewenste gevoelings deel jy die

pyn met my.

Sonder enige verdure gedoentes

gryp ons mekaar nader

- bors teen bors lê ons op die gras -

met ‘n koue briesie wat

deur ons hare waai.

Tog besef ons, ons deel dieselfde liefde?

Tot die vroeg oggend ryp lê ons in mekaar

se arms.

Daar was geen woorde gedeel nie.

Net dieselfde drome gedroom.