Dot
Little dot. Black and hidden. Why do you taunt. Why do you exist. You make the mightiest fall. You make the strongest crumble. Slightly bigger little dot. Black and rotten.
Category: Poems
Eb en Vloei
Die lewe gaan op en af. Daar is hierdie eb en vloei. Soms gaan jy saam met die ritme. Soms verloor jy die beat. Die lewe gaan op en af.
Build
Build. Brick by brick. Take little pieces of yourself. To make it real. And take little pieces of someone else. To make it even better. Fail. Along the way. So
Rehab
We are all creatures of habit. It seems like I’m even more so. There is this thing in my core-being. Something that people love. Yet at the same time love
Eggo
Smag driftig na ‘n deuntjie. Met die ritme vlek my siel rooi. Klink op die verlede. Drink tot dronk oggend. ‘n Leë eggo oor en weer.
Look Closer
There is this smile. One that says he is fine. One that says he is okay. But it is fake. So let us look closer. There are the words he says. Words of encouragement. Words that
Opstaan
Opstaan. Werk gaan. Terug kom. Alles net dieselfde. Alles net dieselfde. Groot word. Verveeld word. Weg kom. Alles weer dieselfde. Alles weer dieselfde. Moeg gewag. Te veel gewag. So wat
Post-You-Ramble
Life goes on without you. And so it does without me. But every now and then. It’s the small things that get to me the most. You’re not there to
Saam Alleen
Ons was altwee dieselfde. Die een so bietjie maller as die ander. Mettertyd het alles net natuurlik gekom. Alles het stuk vir stuk in plek geval. Maar iewers langs die
Tomorrow
What if I said goodbye. Tomorrow. Would it change what you do. Tomorrow. What if things were to change. Tomorrow. Would you have regrets about today. Tomorrow. This is not