Category Archives: Poetry

My heart is like a ripe raw fruitbursting with passionoverflowing with fragrance reaching for the skyand blooming with desire but sometimes… like a withered flowerbrown, hollowshrivelled lost.

Fragile papery, egos are funny little things Feelings with a name like a monster locked in a dark cellar

A neverending spectre of lightsdriving holes in my thoughts the accompanying soundsare not loud and harsh, as you would expect but mute and garbled. Indistinct Head in hands. I sway to an unknown musicI move to something within and without the noise the space in-between, always

You live yours,and I live mine and I love you I don’t always live up toyour expectations, You don’t always live up tomine, But when you do,when you live up to mine And I live up to yours how wonderful the world ishow bright the light seems

One day when you pick up a pen,and the sun hits it in a certain light,you will stopand think of me Just for a moment,just tiny secondyou will see mea flash of haira glimpse of skin And yes, you will remember, a great sadness will weight your heartand then your son,a […]

You’re a funny little book,torn pages and crayon scrawls,dog-ears and nothing smells And big meanings in little words(and little meanings in big words)you make me want to get up and do things,sit down and cry the smell newness, eagerness in your pages,other times, an oldness (old book smells choke me) […]

I pick at scabsand watch them bleedand healand bleed again. People tell me not tobut they don’t know how it feels.

If you come a little closeryou’ll see my diamondsare really pebblesstuckwith gluepainted with clear nail varnishfrom the pharmacy up the roadonly R5.99 Lasts a whole month too

On quiet nights, when the wind whispersin my ear I sigh,like pages that flutterand throw dustin the air Oh, I feel ancientsometimes. An old woman in a young woman’s body,not experienced, Justold and sometimes, tired

He didn’t say wait for meand she didn’t say don’t go Together,they let each other slip away