What do you want?

This poem was written by one of my favourite young poets, Richard 'Quaz' Roodt. Speaks to my heart...

I want to be with you.
I want to forgive you.
I want to forget the dark times,
Those lies you told.

I want to be with you.

I want us to restack the cards.
I want us to build sand castles
I want us to run through the rain
Bare foot and happy.

I want to be with you.

I want you, to want to be with me.
I want you to kiss me first.
I want you to tell me of the different
Shades of your love for me.

I want you to think of me,
I want you to want me to think of you
I want you to know that I do think of you often.
I want to be with you

But most of all,
I want you to apologise first.

A lil girl (By Mashilo Masemola)

once upon a time,

there was a lil girl called uhm,

well let's just call her a lil girl

lil girl was a sweet girl when she went to sleep

lil girl used to have sweet dreams

one night she went to sleep,

and didn't have sweet deams like she always did

this time it was a sweeet dream,

that turned to be a real nightmare,

a nightmare turned to be a "daymare" after a nightmare

from sweet dreams to nightmares,

it all changed when she met an evil soul in her sleep,

and she felt for the evil soul

an evil soul that will eventually corrupt her lil sweet soul

the evil soul corrupts so much,

she can't see antonym between fowl,

guinea fowl and an owl

she carries the nightmare everywhere she goes,

she's in a nightmare night in,

day out and her soul is bare

a bare soul, drowning in it's sweat and nothing is sweet

for years & years she's drowning and chocking

the green line is about to go flat, bleep, bleeeeeeep, bleeeeeep, bleep

could it be she'll never wake up from a deep sleep?

nuh!! because one day she woke up from the nightmare,

next to a a guy with good spirit,

and he whispers "sshhhh, it was just a nightmare, i'm here for you babe"

The Other Woman...

Once upon a time,
I was the other woman.
I thought that I was his,
& he was really mine.

He would look into my eyes,‘
I can’t imagine life without you’.
And in that moment I believed it,

He would hold me in his arms,
‘You complete me,
I never wanna lose you’.
And I knew I felt it too.

I lived a lie,
Thinking I was living the dream.
He was mine for random moments,
Whilst I was his completely.

Waking up from that dream,
I felt used, cheated & betrayed.
I couldn’t believe that ‘I’
Had been the other woman.

Every kiss we’d shared had been a lie,
Every ‘I love you’ he said, had been a lie.
Our every single memory,
had only been a lie.

Once upon a time,
I was the other woman.

But as I often say:
The world has two types of people.
The judgers and the judged.

I no longer sit with the judgers,
Coz now I am the judged.

They say the road to hell,
Is paved with good intentions.
It’s not okay to have meant well,
When lives were torn apart,

It’s not pity that I’m looking for,
Or even some absolution,
This is just a little reminder,
There’s two sides to every story,

And in this case, my begins with…

Once upon a time,
I was the other woman.

My Voice...

When the others left,

They took my silence,

They cleared the air.

When they left,

They let me be,

Let me see me.

See beyond their,

Words, dreams & fears.

They let me see me

I found my voice,

When I silenced theirs.

Their ending gave birth,

To my beginning.

Let it have it's say,

Let it have it's way

Alone is a place,

I had never known

But my voice lay there

In the land of alone.

Waiting for their silence,

So it could have it's say.

Waiting for the day,

It could have it's way.