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Slag

You’re creepin up on me

From behind my back

I can smell the filthy stench of your lazy slack

Bitch, you are such a mess… 149 more words

I Wonder How, I Wonder Why

I wonder why. I wonder How.
I wonder why people have their own complexity of character.
I wonder how it affects the unusual range and depth of their talents. 115 more words

Literature

At a Loss for Words

At a Loss for Words

There are times when you strike me speechless.

Either there are no words to explain how much I love your presence. 45 more words

Poetry

... Naaimasjien van die lewe ... 

Ek pis soms
(bietjie-vir-bietjie)
my oë uit
(sommer oor niks)
van raadop wees
uit moedeloosheid

genoeg beny
te veel baklei

verwerp
verwronge
verlore
verraai

die lewe het my… 8 more words

Poetry

darkening, brightening

At midnight I stretch flat on the wooden raft,
out on the lake by my father’s house.
It is August of 1999, the summer I begin to tie my hair back. 401 more words

Poetry

Core

The earth pulls me
With all its gravity
Weak force
From a frail core.
Pills lull me to sleep
With a halcyon ending
While polluted dreams… 33 more words

Poetry

Wet days

on water days the ditch runs dry
diamonds become dirt
dissolve in the desert
of a sand filled mouth

on whiskey weekends
I wear the weight… 12 more words

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