In that sweet spring of our beginning, did a deeper truth begin,
A light we thought eternal, but did those dark shadows creep?
Did the promise whispered then, where does its echo sleep,
When your eyes were , once fixed on mine, now turns and looks within?
Was the cold close of our story written in the air?
Do the vows we spoke still haunt the quiet evening breeze,
Or have they scattered, like dead leaves from the trees?
Is every memory now a burden you must bear?
Tell me, when you look forward, is my face already blurred?
Does the silence where my voice was, bring you any pain?
Is forgetting me a task you try to attain?
My love, my love, by whom is your new path sketched?
Must I watch the future claim you, wholly and apart?
Will the thoughts we shared never touch your heart?
Oh, tell me, will you ever come back to where we start?
Another recital has come and gone
and I didn't see you there
I studied every face walking through the door
and I search through every chair
Where were you when I needed you
to hug me and wipe the tears away
to remind me how strong I was
when I was having a weak day
It was hard to understand what I did wrong
cause I was your baby girl at the start
But things started to change and you didn't have time
that's what really broke my heart
But holding this pain only hurts me
I'm still angry but I gotta let go
cause I'll stay stuck as that same little girl
and she'll never get the chance to grow
It might take some time to get through this
and even though I'll have moments when I cry
I forgive you today and forever
and I'll love you til the day that I die
How mysterious the ocean is? Helping people to forget and fade their sorrows ,
Yet taking people’s lives away and distributing their families sorrow, Melting everyone’s heart at the beautiful sunset the morrow, Inside the beautiful water body it contains billions of human body too,
The more it is relaxing to the tired person
The more déjà vu it gives to those who have their close ones
How beautiful the ocean is?
The beautiful waves that carries a soothing sound,helping to heal. While the creatures that have taken many lives,
The families begging to save and making appeal.
The more it seems to be very in the water,running and playing.
It all vanishes when the nightmare begins and everyone start praying.
How ancient and restless the ocean is?
Carries secre We dont know
Ancient enough to have seen Adam too
The unstoppable waves,with many secrets
Including creatures,bodies,fossils of the ancient ships, even titanic too
The more you explore the more you see-
Nothing but an endless end of the beautiful and mysterious dream.
The perpetrator
The cold gnawed his fingers
A rifle cradled where his wife should’ve been
He was hollowed inside from hunger
His hand in a pocket and lied within
a picture of his starving family.
His ears still rung from the last shot he made
the life he took, aim settled and mercy froze
He pulled the trigger, was a bitter trade
of his sanity ; for he chose
the cruel arithmetic of survival.
The victim
She whispered softly to her unborn child
as she boiled some grass rubbing her womb
The thought of the baby in her arms she smiled
In contrast to her dead husband’s doom
who died to protect.
Said “baby we’ll eat to our heart’s content
when somehow we finally escape”
But her promise was built on an intent
She staggered, her mouth agape
as the bullet pierced her chest.
The variables
The world turned crimson, then dull
as the blood spotted her pot of water
the thunder of gun settled into a soft lull
She fell forward, the thick scarlet puddle caught her
For the ghost in her womb, even the bullet hesitated.
The aftermath
He walked over to the limp body, a river of red
but he was devastated, for he killed two in a way
Destroyed a family so much like his own for bread
His mind in a fray, and all he could say,
“what fault was of mine,” tears stinging his eyes
He said a small prayer, closed her wide eyes
for they were not enemies, just of different sides
Then he reloaded the gun, and walked away.
Stuck in a world where everyone is in despair, wanting someone to be there.
And yet no one seems to care,
My biggest cry for help was
“ Hey you want to go somewhere “,
And yet again nobody was there. In a world where people act carelessly, not realizing how their words make an impact on those made of glass.
Leaving a crack with every word they say,
They’re more fragile each day.
In this world we pray we can make it through the next day.
In this world we must find a way, a way to be someone without being miserable each passing day.
In the day we act as if everything were okay, hiding the pain we hold in each day, the depression, the anxiety, the stress that weighs me to the ground like a spec of dust, wondering if I’ll ever be found.
But then i remember no one ever cared.
In the depths of despair,
I keep hoping someone will be there.
You can only apologize so many times for being here.
You can only explain yourself until your vowels are exhausted.
They wrote rules around my life
and handed me the bill.
They made bathrooms into battlegrounds
and called it “for safety.”
They made my childhood a case study
and auctioned my pride for status.
I am tired of being the homework people never finish.
I am tired of teaching empathy
to mouths that prefer to chew on fear.
Patience in my chest has fossilized
into something that doesn’t move,
and I am not interested in being polite
while they legislate my existence.
So I say this—
I will not spend my life explaining
why I deserve to exist.
I will not turn my name into a footnote
to make you comfortable.
If leaving feels like the only clear option,
I remind myself—
it is a protest, not a surrender.
And still,
there are little mercies
that keep my world from folding:
a friend who learns your name
and says it with love.
A text at 2 AM that says,
You are safe here.
A laugh that refuses to stay small.
Looking in the mirror and being okay
with the person who stares back.
You owe them nothing.
Not your grace.
Not your explanations.
Not your silence.
Take your rage like a hammer—
use it to dismantle the places
that make you want to leave.
Plant your feet.
Say your name.
Breathe the kind of breath
that keeps you here.
I am _________
I exist.
Say it back.
Maybe one day, I’ll get over you.
I’ll be able to walk through the crowded streets-
And pass you by without a single thought about you in my mind…
Maybe… one day … this will all make sense.
The way you conveniently avoid me in the dam school hallways.
While also conveniently taking the time to spam my inbox with useless messages we both know you are well above.
(I wait for them everyday.)
Then… silence
Nothing for a day, a week, then a month.
Your birthday comes.
Of course I greet you, I’m not terrible. But wow…
Are you angry at me???
(Message Received!)
(Heart React)(Laughing Emoji)
(Is there hope??)
Maybe one day the gap between us will close.
This seeming air choking me alive will finally stop.
I’ll open my mouth then everything right comes out.
No regrets.
Maybe, just maybe, things will go back to normal.
The endless intellectually stimulating conversations about anything under the sun.
The stupid jokes just naturally coming out.
That level of understanding.
Or maybe, things could be more.
Though it’s absolutely so stupid to think about.
It doesn’t make sense.
It feels so wrong.
Yet simultaneously so right.
I won’t deny it though.
I’ve thought about it.
A lot.
(My 3AM Spotify Playlist has seen it all.)
(A tear falls down my cheek).
Oh my gosh, I’m going insane.
Please help.
But maybe, most likely, this really will be a thing of the past.
Something that I will laugh about in an insane and crazy way.
I’ll show up to that ten year reunion, and maybe you will too (probably not).
We won’t ghost each other by then.
Perhaps a small polite wave then we continue on with our lives.
Maybe, by then, you’ll be with someone else.
I mean, you probably will; you seem like the practical type.
And by then, I probably will too.
But the memories will haunt me.
Maybe.
I’ll be stuck walking around THAT oval in one direction.
While you walk around in the opposite direction.
Calculating exactly when our paths will cross again.
(It doesn’t make any sense).
Because time and time again,
I don’t want this to be a thing of the past.
I don’t think I would be able to stand it.
Please.
But then again, maybe it will.
So at the end of today, tomorrow, and (maybe) forever, I’ll have to think about that “Maybe, one day…”
I guess.
A world without them- BB Baloyi
How happy could we be,
Free from the suffocating grip of patriarchal might.
Living in harmony, with hearts full of light,
Full of life- sure we won't lose
In the hands of our "protectors".
Living in a world we call home,
Where we are not objects but humans,
Where justice rolls like thunder, shaking the ground,
Where we're free, confident, and unafraid.
How happy could we be, as women,
To live for our dreams, not just to survive?
To live in the present, not fantasize about tomorrow-
A future we may not see but only imagine.
To live in a world where oppressors are held accountable.
Where speaking isn't ridiculed
And our voices aren't just loud and clear but HEARD.
How happy could we be to exist,
Not as enemies of men, but friends of life?
In a world where our happiness matters,
Regardless of the ovaries we're born with.
How happy could we be?
Not in imagination, but in this nation.
How happy could we be?...
Yet, we'll keep living, hoping
For a better world for us.
Echoing, an ambient hum
a blurry chandelier’s reflection,
red light bending through the skinny stem.
I live inside the glass’s soft curve
yet every breath reverberates,
every heartbeat rings back
in my intimate
crystal cathedral.
The wine is slow,
rich with memory,
yet the glass is but half-full.
Backfloat, don’t sip;
as your surroundings
are intoxicating -
they will cause you to tip.
Tears: the salt vanishes
into the red.
Do they absorb the wine?
or
Does the wine absorb the tears?
Something inside of me is broken, broken beyond repair. Broken into tiny pieces, each piece is a hurtful word you said, or a hurtful name you called me, or all the hurtful times you degraded me. I can never really put myself together ever again and the most saddest of it all, is that you didn't even really care.
Two birds
on a wire
A crow to hate
A dove to admire. -
- Noxora
When love fades, and hearts grow apart,
Words left unspoken, tears in the dark.
Memories linger, whispers in the night,
Aching souls yearning for lost light.
In the depths of sorrow, tears softly sigh,
Whispers of pain, echoes in the sky.
Lost in the shadows of a heart torn apart,
In the symphony of sadness, healing must start.
Time will mend what once was torn,
New paths emerge from feelings worn.
Embrace the sorrow, let it be,
For in the end, you'll again be free.
Go-go gadget, withdrawals no more,
a toast to addicts—there’s treasure on the floor.
X marks the spot, scribbled in Crayola,
connect all the dots—ecstasy, the night is over.
From Rock ’em Sock ’em robots to rocks in socks, a show-off,
hungry hungry Zippos, the money swells my lymph nodes, a lovely something sent ghosts—
right outside your windows,
trust no one, innuendo,
the night piggybacks the sickos.
I feel far from home, yet remotely close to sin,
my coffin’s so inviting—volunteer, I jump right in.
Fundamental frequency, but I only hit the high note,
incidental contingencies, lies in every word that she spoke.
Intentional indecency—my clip could use a reload,
a spectacle illegally, items bought without a barcode.
I yearn for entertainment, chose the red pill, hide from agents,
time’s complacent, me and drugs—true love, it’s our engagement.
And if I ever said “drugs make me a better me,”
I’m sorry that I lied—every night,
I cry myself to sleep.
Defeated as I stand on the shores of my voided mind.
Lost in the dark depths of this darkness, light impossible to find.
Picking up the pieces, I can no longer keep myself composed.
Cursed, it seems all good has always been opposed.
I’m nothing but barren, misbegotten.
Abhorrent behavior caused me to be forgotten.
Left alone to suffer, my fate is inconsequential.
Doom looming over, this crisis is now existential.
Dead I stand with no will to grow.
Behind my mask, the truth I won’t show.
I’ve grown numb, again I’m reeling.
Spiraling rapidly, eviscerate all feeling.
Memories eradicated.
Wretchedness allocated.
Fuel to ignite a lifetime of despair.
Contorted visions love to torment and scare.
Weighing me down, this unbearable gravity.
An eidolon, I’ve succumbed to insanity.
Rage festering within, battling with my own mortality.
Deranged thoughts begin, diminishing my mentality.
Spiraling down to my end of my rope, life is dissolving.
Lost all essence of hope, the abhorrence is absolving.
Manifesting my own demise.
I’ve become everything I despise.
Walking through life with no hope, no faith.
Walking through life, all I am is a wraith.
A ghoul, walking with nothing left to lose.
Living a life that is the definition of a ruse.
I'm a liar
So I lie
I lie to myself every day
Everyone I love fades away
Only to see
It’s me who needs therapy
Taking bullets from my voice
My friends and family had no choice
To leave my
Cause I can’t admit
That my brain took on a harder hit
I need a different outlet
The damage can’t be managed
Doing well at finding my way
But getting lost in it every day
So much build-up
Can’t release it in time to keep a straight mind
Have to shoot down everything I know
Confused about what vibes I should show
Where’s that door I have to leave soon
Not welcomed here it seems
Need a break I’m getting a headache
I’m lifting my life around everything fake
Can’t stay stable
you
No one knows what I’m able to do
I’m never going to quit
I can’t find a way to understand
Why did I put this gun in my hand
Always having a fit
It’s my fault I quit
Started toxic behaviour
Lit that addiction
It gripped me in this direction
Why can’t I get the attention
I want nothing more than Affection
hold my happiness together
But I love the pain of failing out of place
It’s fine until no one’s on the other line
I’m running out of time
Only doing pain to what’s left of my brain
Call me insane
Call me whatever suits your main desire
Don’t come near me
When I’m just your liar
using it to build your empire
Shooting everyone away
Not knowing what they are trying to say
I cut them off in a selfish way
trying to get them back
I bullshiit my lies
As they start to detach
My words are even more of an attack
Not making sense
I’m so far inside my head
Far from saving it
It doesn’t matter what bull is said
I’m drinking this away
something feels dead
I’m not okay
It’s no fun being stuck alone
But it’s all the steps towards self-help
It melts me back into my old games
Back to the bottle feeling all of my sad sorry sorrows
That er makes me suffer
Doesn't think I’m a liar tho
Love that feeling of power
Have to feel the pain of being left behind until you learn to win or see a damn sign
Where should life begin
When can I win
But it’s not my turn yet
Did too many sins
Have to try it again
Tired of this descent
U-turns are getting old
My road is printed heavily
It’s getting deeper
Pretty soon I’ll be at the level with the Grim Reaper
- [ ]
A hoarse whisper, at 2.49 a.m.
"It's over-it's over- it's-"
There, he is,
in his dark bedroom,
eyes wide open, but seeing nothing.
Fists clenched with sheets, and nails sunk to the skin.
He mutters it, to the locked bedroom door,
as if it's someone who's listening
to his confession, sorrow.
2.50 it is.
A tear, dull and frozen,
falls from his left eye,
just to land on his shaking upper lip.
"It's over- it's over- it's-"
his hair, wet with sweat,
voice rasp with dread,
with a broken throat and a heart,
he mutters the same,
again and again,
in same pain,
same tone,
to the same silent wall.
His over bitten lip,
now glistening in red.
Iron and salt,
mixed in pain.
He feels it.
He cries, finally....
There, 2.55, sleep is crawling,
not a fitful one, shaking, he falls asleep.
3.00 a.m. it is.
DANG!-the alarm..
He wakes up, again.
Just to begin another day of hiding the suffering,
and suffering from hiding.