Eternity

The world works in mysterious ways

Immense pain leads to serious gain

Those once broken later become strong

Those once in power, greed will devour

There is no control, no truthful reality

Only what we allow to thrive exists

No purpose without a meaningful action

No way to remain eternal as we seek to be

Beyond the realm of human authority

Welcome to the world of living hell

Recognition and safety arrive with knowing:

There is no escaping the clutches of time

Your Hateful Sin

Just like that you walked away

After promising that you were here to stay

I cannot express the amount of pain

This infliction on my soul will stain

How stupid was it to give my heart

In hope of a long sort new start

In you I put the last of my trust

All for that one ounce of lust

How sad it is that you allowed

My destruction over your being proud

How pointless was my opening

Up to all your hateful sin

Grateful I am for the lessons taught

To always give a second thought

Before allowing yourself to drown

At the hands of a selfish clown

Make Them Wonder

Cry

Your own your own

Sigh

You’re all alone

Die

Now it’s all gone

Good bye

Lie

It’s a dark time

Fly

Right into the night

Rely

On the secret plight

Tonight

Deny

That you’re not all right

Blithe

And live without fright

Ignite

The essence of the fight

Tie

The loose ends

Tight

Fight

For all of your rights

Light

Your soul in the night

Entice

The audience in delight

Uptight

And they wonder of your

Plight 

Confusion

Trapped in a world where nobody hears your screams, your dreams are just darkness

Hoping that one day you’ll remember what it felt like to know how to breathe

Tragedy surrounds you, consumes you, yet none of it is real

It’s all in your mind, a way to make you feel.

Recall and rejoice the few hours of fun, the moments just before all was consumed

Once upon a memory, a girl had something to which she could look forward

Now she only has pain and regrets and way to make herself

Forget who she is and forget all her dreams.

Used to be able to accept that feeling that used to well up just below the surface

Hard enough to find inspiration, to attempt to do what once was so mundane

Less motivation, more aggravation, no way to escape but to fight through

Alone and confused, but what can she do?

What would you say if I said reach within you, see what is right there, exposed

That hopelessness is the demon that rages inside you, clawing to be free?

If I said that the poem were me, would you lay down beside me?

Would you hold my hand and take this journey?

Let’s be free, you and me, forever, together, you can be my cliché

I will love you and hold you and all that comes with you

If you simply accept that I too come with baggage

Our confusion creates the perfect marriage.

You allow me to see, what once used to be a world full of harmony

I thank you for showing your truth and your knowing

Of what it truly means to be happy

Thank you, for showing me.

Do Angels Know?

Hold me tight, kiss me good night

I've got a yearning in my heart

I've been dreaming of this moment all my life

And I've finally gotten it in my grasp

You know what makes me smile,

What makes me feel down,

You tell me your life story at two AM

And I listen with patient ears

Do angels know how to fly higher than the sky?

Do angels know what it means to fulfill their dreams?

Do angels know how to love with all they've got?

Do angels know how to give with all their souls?

‘Cuz I know.

At night I lie awake and wonder

How this came to be my life

You tell me that I’m pretty and you say it with glee

And I deny it, every time

Tell me that you want me

We’ll stay forever young

You’ll ply me a melody whilst I sing along

And we’ll know true happiness

Do angels know how to fly higher than the sky?

Do angels know what it means to fulfill their dreams?

Do angels know how to love with all they've got?

Do angels know how to give with all their souls?

‘Cuz I know.

Promises are broken, yeah you took it away

My once perfect reality was just a façade

You took my dreams and tore them like my wings

And I know, I know

That angels know how to fly higher than they sky

And angels know what it means to fulfill their dreams

Angels know how to love with all they've got

Angels know how to give with all their souls

But you don’t

No you don’t

And I know.

Hours Into Days

Hello, how are you? What is your name?

Nice to meet you, such a pretty face

I’ll give you all of me for the same in return

Your love is all I have been yearning for

I gave you everything but never enough

Not enough for you not to crush

My emotions, all of my dreams

And now I’m standing in a room with echoing screams

Because minutes turn to hours and hours into days,

Days turn into years, I don’t want to be afraid

There’s a hole up in my heart where you promised you would stay

But minutes turn to hours and hours into days.

You say you’ll be there but you never show

Where you were that day, I guess I’ll never know

I gave you an eternity but with a twist

I wanted you to return my given bliss

I’m left standing in the pouring rain

So cliché, I wish I could just run away

But my heart it pours continuous love

And I can’t help myself from crying

Minutes turn to hours and hours into days,

Days turn into years, I don’t want to be afraid

There’s a hole up in my heart where you promised you would stay

But minutes turn to hours and hours into days.

An eternity is how long I’ll wait

There will always be a place for you

No matter what you did you

No matter how much you put me through

I will wait the minutes and the days

I will be here when you finally return

I will hold you and I’ll never let go

Because I love, I will always love you

Minutes turn to hours and hours into days,

Days turn into years, I don’t want to be afraid

There’s a hole up in my heart where you promised you would stay

But minutes turn to hours and hours into days.

Decline

What was once, to her, important

Slowly slipped away

Too tired from fighting so hard

She watched as it flew

Empty from arguments long ago fought

Wingless, yet desperate to fly

He stole the one thing that she loved

He turned it to a chore

Soon she had none to rely upon

Nothing left to hold

She had been stripped down to the bone

Of what once had been pure gold

"When the time is right, my darling,"

                    “When the time is right, my darling,” they say to me.
Well, why can’t the time be now?
Why can’t I make it be now?
Am I not under my own influences?
Do I not own the right to be myself, to make choices for myself?

“When the time is right, my darling,” they say to me,

But the time won’t be right until I say it is.
My destiny cannot be accounted to the stars.
Seize the moment, be free!
How can I when the time is not right though?

“When the time is right, my darling,” they say to me.

To them I say, with defiance

“The time is when I make it; therefore the time is now,”

And I turn my back on those who stop

                                         And I shut the door.

Love, Lust or Simply Fun?

Turn your face away from me because for you it’s hard to see

That I want you to look at me more than just a hook

Up your eyes go to the sky when you tell me that you’re shy
I don’t believe you, that’s a lie, you’re a fun loving guy

Mistakes were made the very first day; I didn’t know what to say
You initiated yet you say I started, you became to me big hearted
In a short time you made me feel real, I cannot explain how I feel
But when you leave me all alone, sadness is put on the hone

Please do not pretend to be just a person who sees me
As no more than a friend because then this surely shall end
I’m not saying that I want a ring, I don’t really want anything
Except for you not to play me like you see me as your baby

It doesn’t mean that I want much, simply more than just a touch

Of your affection, I deserve your protection
Do not break me like a doll; do not leave me as just a shell
I want more than just, perhaps this is simply lust

 

No, if I am being real, this is how I want to feel

Viscera has taken control, but will this soon take its toll?

Love, lust or simply fun, I’m not ready to decide this one

But for now I’m truly happy, will you take this journey with me?

Lips The Colour Of A Rose (Repost)

A lot of people have been asking me to post pictures onto my blog. Now, since my blog is dedicated solely to my writing, I have been pondering and debating with myself how I would manage to post a relevant picture. About a year ago, I drew a picture based on one of my poems, Lips The Colour Of A Rose and so I have decided to share it with my readers. I hope you like it.

Sometimes it’s the quieter people in life who really make the difference.

This was an essay that I wrote for class. Names have been changed to protect the identities of the concerned people involved in this story. I hope you enjoy it.

Sometimes it’s the quieter people in life who really make the difference.

“Zimbabwe’s Mugabe threatens foreign-owned companies”

“One Syrian family lost 21 in suspected chemical attack”

“Have crimes against humanity been committed in Egypt?”

In a world full of chaos and turmoil, sometimes all I want to do is get away from the noise that is Egypt crumbling and Syria’s civil wars, South African corruption and Zimbabwe’s mysterious election results.

June 11, 2012: I feel the warmth of the mohair against my neck as I zip up my winter coat. Today is the start of the day camp that I will be counselling – a camp for special needs children who desire extra TLC. I am nervous that, perhaps, something may go wrong. What if the child to whom I am assigned does not like me? I fear that my inexperience will render me unfit to handle the needs of this child. These are the fears that inhibit my fragile confidence.

Whilst I am in the car, my mother is talking. The weather – an extra cold front in the already cold months of winter – is her topic of choice. I look out of the window; the overcast day seems a little more heavy than usual. Trees, people walking their dogs and other cars flash past. At the Gauteng speed limit, the world is oblivious to me and my emotions just as I am oblivious to theirs. My mother stops at a red light.

“A bit of money? Some food please,”

I look directly into the face of the beggar. I shake my head apologetically as my mother puts the car into gear and pulls off. The quiet beggar is left behind.

I arrive at the camp and am soon introduced to the child of whom I will be taking care. Immediately I recognise that this is a child who has fears, needs and dreams, not just a special needs case. Together with Michelle, a friend of mine, I will be looking after Adam. With his large, dreamy eyes and clumsy tongue, this boy of five has the clear symptoms of a rare form of Autism. This diagnosis affects his relationships with people, resulting in Adam being a very shy and quiet boy. This condition also affects his ability to function and enjoy the small things that other children his age may enjoy.

For four days we help the children view the world in which they live in a different, happier light. We go ice-skating, to the arcades and to the zoo. On the fourth and final day, while making flowers out of paper, I feel a little hand on my lap. I look up and immediately my heart feels as if it will burst with pride. In the hands of this child is a paper flower, presented to me from him. The joy and protection that I feel for this young child are tangible: I feel myself tear up. I quickly blink the moisture away to avoid frightening the child.

On the way back home, I see the beggar again. We once again stop at the red light and he once again begs for food or money. I am torn because I have nothing to give him and yet if someone like Adam can make me something out of nothing more than paper, then I can give this man something of myself.

I twirl the paper flower around in my fingers. I sense that I have been blind to the opportunities that have been presented to me: I have been given a chance to spend my light my making someone else smile.

I roll the window down and hand the beggar the bright paper flower.

 “I’m sorry sir, but it’s all I have,”

His eyes shine like bouncing marbles. I never knew that a person’s face could literally shine, yet I see genuine joy radiating from his dirty face. His expression shows that he sincerely appreciates this gesture.

The quietest boy, supposedly hindered by his disability, in his simple innocence, has taught me something that I am still reminded of, little more than a year later. The little boy named Adam with Autism had made me realise that sometimes it is the quieter people in life who really make the difference.