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Natasha Linnette Joubert Poem
A love as pure as light, a knife that cuts through any barrier. As sweet as candy floss, light and delicate they might say. A warm burning fire, consumed by repeating faith. What might they say would be wrong?
The deeper the love is, the closer your heart is to exploitation of vulnerability. The sweet love that turns into the bitter cruelty. The warmest day that turns into the coldest night in winter. The extreme cancelling itself out, as if it never happened.
A dove giving its own pure heart to an eagle whom never felt anything as strong as love. Purely mistaken by the fact that to love others you need to have love. A feeling felt for the first time causes chaos and greediness. Leaving the heart of the dove stolen and uncared for.
Maintaining the love felt cannot be done by the dove whom searches the empty part for what has been stolen, and a love dies in the greatest depths it has been made and felt in.
The greatest love, the greatest suffering.
-Lonely Strangers
Copyright © Natasha Linnette Joubert | Year Posted 2019
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Natasha Linnette Joubert Poem
Control...There is so much we cannot control,
But for once i wish i could've controlled this part of my life that took place,
that i was the director of what happened to me this time
A piece broke off inside of me,
it fell down the endless pit of shame
The force of a lion to want to stop it from falling,
but numb and paralyzed with embarrassment
Like a vase was carefully molded with clay in the hands of the creator,
it now lies broken on the ground as me
And you can't help but to step on the broken pieces,
crushing it between the soil of the earth
Like a guitar string gets thrown away by the master who played it, so you threw me away
Like a cheap paper plate gets used and thrown away,
so was I...
You could not keep what you stole, you had to destroy it.That was the piece of innocence that disappeared from my face
that can never be restored,
I watched you find joy in what you did.
The ashes of the remains was blown in the cold wind of the night.
That was the night when the child in me was captured in your shackles,
she has been laying there waiting for me,
For me to come and take her home
And today as i found her chained with the rust,
I... I set her free.
Copyright © Natasha Linnette Joubert | Year Posted 2022
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Natasha Linnette Joubert Poem
I don't know how to say this,
but I am scared of you.
I am scared of the person I see
and the person I don't see.
The person I see is someone who
inspires me to breath a bit longer,
who might be to good to be true,
the person who I want to impress,
the person that gives my life meaning.
But when I dream about you, you are
a monster that chases me around my
own maze, the person that wants to
hurt or use me.
And when I speak to you my words
won't come out the way I want them to.
Because the fear kills me that you might
be the person that I don't know or see.
I fear you because I am afraid of the
unknown, I am afraid of possibility.
Copyright © Natasha Linnette Joubert | Year Posted 2018
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Natasha Linnette Joubert Poem
I miss you.
My chest is left without a ribcage.
My heart is hanging by the last thread of who I am.
My body is cold and blue, because I have given up on love.
My mind is withdrawing for the drug of the safe place I thought I had.
The place of hope, that if I could cope one more day, you would be there to help me breath again...
What it is now, is an empty place where the memories of a dream and a vision for tomorrow, hangs in a frame upside down.
The walls reveal the cracks of the paint showing that there was no love there, that you were the question and not my answer.
All that I am missing is an illusion. All you were, was a forever hope of a safe place.
You were never the safe place.
Copyright © Natasha Linnette Joubert | Year Posted 2022
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Natasha Linnette Joubert Poem
I close my eyes,
And all I see is you...
A long lost love found
In my broken heart
Scattered around
Like stars in the nightshy
You pick up all the pieces,
One by one you follow
this pathway that guides you to me
You hold and nurture the pieces
Of love left of me,
You comfort me with your soft arms
And I, I feel safe.
And should I ever feel lost in between
The raindrops falling on my window,
I will shape the perfect heart to remember
You...
A love so gentle that soothes the soul.
Copyright © Natasha Linnette Joubert | Year Posted 2022
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Natasha Linnette Joubert Poem
What can I say, life changes.
Dreams do get bigger, streets come to an end and every day seems shorter.
Growing up is really scary if you look outside your window and see how life begins and ends.
How colours bloom and how they fade.
Have you ever really felt that moment when you think that the child playing on the swing was you...thinking, if I'm older I will, I want to, I can't wait.
I think what scares me the most is that I can't pause the moments in life I love the most, I can't capture them in a snow globe just to keep them save.
All I can do Is live in the moment and see it be lived through different eyes, I think that's the beauty of life.
It changes.
Copyright © Natasha Linnette Joubert | Year Posted 2019
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