Puppet stings


No sleep again, it’s 5am
We all just need a little something to hold on to.
I am stuck in the strings.
A nother day at the puppet show.
In the strings.
Walking through 2nd Avenue.
You can meet me half way.
Tonight you are haunting me,
But I don’t mind
You put a fever inside me, possessed you got me on strings at the puppet show.
We have roots like trees,
Listen to the wispers of the leaves.
Tale a deep breath, dive in deep.

You are insane like me.
You you tell yourself apart to intertain like me.
Dark green shadows under old trees.
No sleep it’s 3 am you and me.
There is a storm you are starting now.
Broken cities
One night stands
The lights the broken sights of the nights.

Pull me close with puppet strings
Let me hang in every word you say.
Don’t you worry I got you, you say…

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Red Riding Hood


Little Red
had everyone convinced.
Of innocent
with the color blush
on her skin.
At cross roads
where the road ends,
there the foot prints
and paws meet.
Hanging on a branch
of a tree,
in the wind
red fabric be dancing.
Lone wolf,
meeting on lovers hill
There the wolf will howl
a lovers song to the moon.
See little Red
had everyone fools
For a shewolf
walks at night
when the moon is full.

Ek wil vir jou vertel.


​Ek wil vir jou vertel van die donker tye

in my verlede.
Ek wil jou vertel van dae wat ek in die grys van dit versmoor het.
Toe my dae, weke in maande van angs rook wolke swaar in my bors gaan le het.
Maar wat sal jy van my dink?
Ek wens eerder ek kon vir jou n liefdes brief skryf en dit seel met n swart lintjie, maar vir jou wil ek als vertel.
Ek wil met jou gesels laat in die nag, waneer dit vir ons al twee pas.
Ek gaan jou vertel van bang wees, maar hoe verduidelik n mens n vrees wat kan seer maak en n seer he wat jou duisende trane kos, elke traan maak seer, en hoe donker, diep, vrese met seer trane, jou vlenters breek.
Ek wil jou vertel van jare van wrede woorde wat jou mens wees af breek.
Ek wil jou vertel van die aaklige reuk van alcohol op n man se asem naby my gesig terwyl hy homself help met nog n soet happie van my.
Ek is bang om jou die goed te vertel want wat sal jy dink van my?
Ek wil en ek moet want jy is vir my soos vars lug, jy is soos vanilla roomys, my kissing waneer ek kan slaap. Eks veilag.
Ek vertel dan Verder van die klein glasie met water wat proe soos vodka, water wat hy my dwing om te drink, want Dan kan hy makliker met my mors.
Ek wil nie meer vertel nie, wat moet jy tog nou dink van die meisie met die donker verlede.
Ek sal vir jou weer Verder vertel van donkerder tye, maar die is genoeg vir nou want my hart voel net te rou.
Nag is vir my en jou, want ons word wakker as die sterre om die maan n muur bou.
Jy is maar net vars lug waneer ek wil begin verstuk In swaar grys wolke, jou woorde is drugs vir my en medesyne vir my brain se verkoue.

Its okay to cry


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I have realized its okay to cry, it makes you strong, it helps you deal with unwanted piled up emotions that doesn’t serve you. Makes you even stronger.

I am becoming me again, the person i come to love, the person i am meant to be. So for a couple of weeks i have felt emotional and i cried many times. I am starting to feel much better.

 

Kissing the devil


I use to believe
we were burning
on the eds of something
beautiful.
The way you played
kept me on cross roads,
i had to kiss the devil,
over and over again.
To close the deal,
i needed to feel
your hands on my skin,
ones more.
I use to believe
we were meant to be,
it was real
you were so real,
deep down i knew
you were the storm
and not the rain.

There were so many times,
madness took over,
and i was blind.
I wanted to kiss the devil again,
over and over i wanted
your eyes on me.
Just one more time,
even when it was not real,
only a game you played so well.
I didn’t care,
i believed in us.

Close to the Madness


 

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I feel alive close to the madness.
I could lie, but i am telling the truth
Darling i know a sad song,
but it will not get me down.
They say time is suppose to heal you,
but i haven’t done much healing,
just kept putting layer by layer on it.
I don’t need you to understand,
i can even be mean like you,
i can even be that angry.

I feel alive late at night,
when all is silent.
The monsters comes
when the sun is out.
She greats you with a evil grin.
Masks of people
People and there ways,
i hate it.
I can lie, but
i am telling the truth.

I feel save in some songs,
the louder in my ears
the deeper i go into a
trance of my own reality.
I am alive close to the madness,
you can cut me with your words,
i put a layer on it.
My therapy,is my own reality.

He Said.


He said don’t you worry anymore,
you know we can’t go without it.
He said we can stay alive,
inside the worlds we create
inside our minds.

The lights are so bright,
wile racing against the Moon.
Everything is going by so fast.
My head keeps spinning, but
i have focus on you.

The night is ours
the music is loud,
The creatures of the night,
they scare easy
as we chase them
just for fun.

He said don’t you worry no more,
We will be forever young,
inside the worlds
we create inside our minds.
You know we can’t live
without it.

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