Red
Stained red. My lips. A mark. Of something I’m ashamed of. Started off innocent. Ended up somewhere else. I don’t know. I forget. I omit. I can’t remember. The details.
Author: Conrad
Nothing quite like good company and a great whine - I prefer red. Head of Creative at Afrihost. Writing is like therapy, so welcome to a slice of my mind.
Does it feel like
Does it feel like.Something is missing inside.Was it even there to start with? And you’re trying to fill it up.With frills and some cheap alcohol.Yes, you’re trying to fill it
Oseaan
Koorsig vonkel die oseaan. Sug van vroeg dagbreek. ‘n Kombers van trane spoel. ‘n Fluister eggo tergend. Jy is hier. Somer. Winter. Lente. Herfs. Konstant. Aanhoudend. Kan ek jou dieptes
You, me and everything in between
I am just an ordinary.Nothing extraordinary.Me.Plain and simple. I am just tryin’ help you.And no, it’s not all about you.No.Not always. So what is going to become of you.And me.And
Strong
Strength.Where does it come from. I feel so weak.But I have to be so strong now. It is like this something takes over me.And says and does all the right
Sout
Dit is nie altyd maklik nie. Maanskyn en rose is rerig te veel gevra. So mens moet so paar sakke sout opeet. Saam. Nie alleen. Ek sal my alles gee.
Lost
I seem to always get lost.In dark thoughts.Doubt.Stress.In other people. I take all that I am.Put it in a little box.And leave it somewhere.God knows where. And then I walk
Dot
Little dot. Black and hidden. Why do you taunt. Why do you exist. You make the mightiest fall. You make the strongest crumble. Slightly bigger little dot. Black and rotten.
Eb en Vloei
Die lewe gaan op en af. Daar is hierdie eb en vloei. Soms gaan jy saam met die ritme. Soms verloor jy die beat. Die lewe gaan op en af.
Build
Build. Brick by brick. Take little pieces of yourself. To make it real. And take little pieces of someone else. To make it even better. Fail. Along the way. So