Prudy

Do you think of me as gone? I am with you still in each new dawn. I never thought in so short I would be on a pen writing another obituary after "TM in a circle" , saying my goodbyes and so longs to an old friend, a daughter, a mother to a nation in... Continue Reading →

Hurt me, break my heart.

I give myself to you , a sacrifice for I see fit, I've reevaluated all that could go wrong, it outweighs the good in this, what do I see in this, I feel for this, a gentle kiss, I miss my miss, it is what it is when "is" is and not "was" . Comparison... Continue Reading →

August

The clouds out in numbers, the clouds out and up in competence with the sun rays, what a beautiful morning. It won't rain even when the signs show, it seems so cold even when the sun glows, the wind blows and goes with the same flow, gentle breeze with ease, humble weather, the coloured leather... Continue Reading →

7th floor

Tense in what happens in a room with you and I, with all these strange familiar faces trying to squeeze this lemon of ours into bitter dry.It's in how sweet love can be only to hurt so deep, how we're good together, apart and in secret only to turn backs in a crowd. You see... Continue Reading →

Sleepless nights away from home

Just a street away , cold showers in encouragement of being cousey. The wind blows south, the weather man not so accurate, conversations out the roof. Her heart still don't stand a chance , it feels like it's been far too long in searching, in surf of innerself, they's a place inside locked with a... Continue Reading →

The price I pay for things to go my way

I pay to pave my path, while you're still in search of yours, love is a two way street & I am afraid we might not be heading the same direction, we just crossed paths at a point in time, guidance of split personalities, stuck between a life before me in trade for a life... Continue Reading →

What used to be

Together in bed Always worlds apart. Hanging from my wall You were always my art.   Play with me, And you will be hanging from your neck. Done with the games I’m looking for love, Not complications   Time arrows I’m constantly turning back the hands of time Trying to get what’s mine Can’t even... Continue Reading →

Music to be quarantined by

What's more powerful than the written word? Music has the power to make us feel any emotion. The power to heal us. Make us smile or cry. Make us relive moments from our past. My love of music goes back to the days i was in high school and I've been fortunate enough ti be... Continue Reading →

Music Monday

Something new because new month means new content. This month we will be focusing more on music. We do more than just poetry we also do music and a lot more. Come experience the journey with us and young talent artists from South Africa. The first link we will share for our music Monday is... Continue Reading →

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