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We were learning to forget
It scares me when I think about itâŚ
It scares me how much we are learning to forget, how we spend our lives learning but doing it just to pass. We leave the basics, and complain a lot when everything goes wrong. I remember in elementary they taught us how to cross the road, but we still have highly educated people who jump without looking twice. They said amber means slow down, now we got roads full of accident because the new meaning of amber is to go fast before the traffic lights are red.
Well it scares me just to think about it. In early grades they taught us to tabulate needs and wants. But we are highly educated people we desire wants and we still like to blame the devil for students who spend their allowance on booze and ask for a tomato/eggs two days after they received their pocket money; or a qualified individual who owns nice gadgets and maintains them but without eating healthy/maintaining a healthy lifestyle⌠It was a great lesson had we learnt not to pass.
I know we hate serious things and this is probably one of the most boring things to read, but had we learnt to use the knowledge we acquire, we would have been far. Maybe the high school mathematics about finance could have saved us a little, and we would not be in so much debt if we learnt not to pass. Maybe we would be having so many young people with saving/investment accounts. Donât worry I will not mention the lessons we learnt in Life Orientation about drugs & alcohol, peer pressure, sexual behaviour with STIâs and all other significant thingsâŚ
However, we were learning to pass, maybe we still are and the best way is to continue doing so and call ourselves highly educated individuals.
When I first met you I thought youâd eliminate my pain, make it disappear in a way. The last thought I had was the fact that maybe, eventually youĘťd become the cause of it.
ex-istential-crisis (via wnq-writers)
Iâm like a tornado, I destroy everything in my path And Iâm so so sorry that you had to be the one standing in front of me.
(via one-with-theâuniverse)
My best friends words the night the boy she loved broke her heart.
âEveryone says it gets better but I doubt it. I mean look around. Everyone youâve ever seen thatâs actually loved someone, theyâre fucked up. And we all try to help each other through it but the truth is thereâs no getting through it. Once you meet someone that sends electricity through your veins, bringing every part of you back to life itâs over. Youâre fucked. Because youâre only brought back to life long enough for that person to kill you. How ever long it takes. A year. Three years. Eventually they kill you. Even if itâs just small shit here and there, eventually all the small pain will add up and it will kill you. Leaving you empty and exposed. And maybe thatâs the point of love. To understand that loves not enough. Loves not enough to mask his lust for other girls and loves not enough to make you put the blade back down. Loves not enough to bring you back from panic attacks and basically loves not enough to fight your demons off. fuck, his demons arnt even strong enough to fight mine off. And I guess thatâs where shit gets fucked. When the other persons demons start dancing with your own. His lust for other girls attacks your already low self esteem and your self harm issue becomes a issue to his ego. His drug habits die down at first, but eventually he comes home fucked up, triggering flash backs of your dad when you were a growing up. You donât mean to hurt each other, but how are you supposed to protect each other from each of your demons when you canât even protect yourself⌠you run right? You both run and run, trying to make love enough but eventually your demons catch up. Shit ends and you blame yourself. You hurt. You scream and cry and beg god just to fucking take you because youâre already dead on the inside. You rethink everything and everything you could of done differently⌠he haunts you. Everything about him haunts you. And you wonder why. Why it turned out like this when there was obviously something real there but the truth is this is how it was always meant to turn on. Itâs fucked up right? But thatâs what the world and "godâ does I guess. Love is just another demon to fight. But itâs the strongest one because the person you love with all of you heart and fucking soul, becomes your demon.â

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what must happen nowâŚ
when we have said the 3 magic words
What is left to say?
When we have loved and instantaneously lost -
the greatest investment ever.
What must happen
when the things we believe in fail to deliver
what must happen
When all hope has been lost-
Where do we even go from there?
When grass only appears to be green on the other side
And changes color when we get there ;
What is left to break when all hearts have been Broken?
When our tears have ran out ;
How do we even cry ;
What do we see after we have seen it all?
Where do we pour it in, when the glass is full?
What must happen
when we have gathered all wisdomÂ
and suddenly it starts clashing
when the truth is not good enough
what must happen when all faith has been lost ?Â
the loop
Vulnerability comes when love shows
Its not weakness that I state my feelings
Nor is it power that I say
I love you
I have grown fond of you day by day
The usage of the word love is most used
And I donât know any way to express it
I die inside everyday
Knowing that you and I canât be one
I grow weaker, life loses meaning
Life, I donât understand, but you and I, us
I know not what else to do
Maybe start over again
We are still young, filled with visions and goals
My vision gets clouded when Iâm not a part of you
You suggested a replacement
Of something that is one of a kind
Love does exist, and Iâm denied of it
I start questioning the meaning of life
I have written, sang and played my feelings
With thousands watching
My pride and arrogance have been stripped
To a point that I have nothing, Iâve fallen
The start of my rising is with you
#repost #poetsofinstagram Our love... #poetry #malepoetry (at Pretoria, South Africa)
Dear reader
Dear reader, please take time to read my thoughts, maybe this message wonât be shared to the whole world but at least if you read and it challenges you to change it is better. I know that I canât change the whole world but touching one or two lives is better than doing nothing...
I know this is a very sensitive issue to address and you {reader} might not agree with what is being said but please take time to understand me. I want to address the issue of infidelity (cheating aka âside baeâ).
Dear reader, when you have a mate and you decide to cheat on him/her, it does not only affect you but the whole world as well. When you decide to cheat you leave that girl/guy broken, some people heal and to some do not, so you change their entire world forever.
When you are in that relationship and you decide not to be faithful, you leave a person with trust issues, it gets hard for some people to sink it in. They carry the same baggage to the next relationship. Even if the new partner is very different from the one who cheated, they find it hard and move on with the mentality that every relationship will end the same way or the other.
Now we have broken people, broken marriages, broken homes, broken societies, broken communities and the list can go on and on. Just because of that first person one dated couldnât be faithful, maybe the second too. We have so many kids growing up without father figures because of a spark that could not be contained and itâs causing fire. We have gangsters that are growing up to do the same and sadly even the educated people are taking part in this. Once they get that degree,the goal is to buy a GTI and get those girls or go to clubs so âguys can get us drunkâ.
While this problem is vital, it can be attenuated by taking a small action such as communication. In relationships, people are not communicating their thoughts and feelings together. Perhaps one can communicate about taking a second girlfriend other than secretly doing so, or communicate where the relationship is failing other than avoiding your spouse and taking one secretly. If your partner is not doing the way you want it in bed, you can also communicate and tell you partner how you want it, taking what the partner said positively other than going on to betray your loved one by infidelity. The above mentioned are just examples of how communication plays an important role and yet it is the one thing people are avoiding. Â
This is probably the hardest thing I have ever had to tell you. But in the time that you were busy not being around, Iâve met someone. I wasnât planning on it, I wasnât looking for it, I probably didnât even want it to happen⌠But happen it did. Iâve met someone. Theyâre funny and âŚ

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They told me not to love you
They told me not to love you... With infinite reasons for me to quit I'd search for a trivial cause to keep me going For you I only needed "one" to keep me hoping They told me not to love you... I wondered if they'd tell the sun not to rise Or maybe Antarctica will one day be without ice They told me not to love you... Because they didn't know what I feel They didn't perceive what I had to be real They were my rehab and you were the drug I always found a way to relapse & threw it all away Because being sober mattered not
Let me speak
I think Iâve been way too silent Since youâve been gone I never spoke About the things death made me felt Lately it started to soak Because that morning when you left⌠I got a phone call that struck my heart like a thunder The one that announced your death It hit me so hard & I began to wonder About the way you took your last breath... How you left earth after your last shower And went to a place with no visiting hours When you kissed Mother Earth one last time When your soul waved goodbye to her Where did your soul go that morning? Where did your soul wander to? That day when it left your shell It left us in shock Now all we are left with are memories of you Thatâs the thing that remain In all the things we went through I never thought youâd leave soon Before you reap all the seed you sow 19.03.15 you left⌠but inside me you forever stay⌠A. Ralineba
The void
My heart was captivated by agonizing pain Abruptly from nowhere in my heart it just appeared It awakened emotions from deep within It shattered my heart and everything just grew cold All faded and my dreams became a myth Not knowing if I should cry or man up Yet I can't think straight because my heart is broken When she left, some pieces in my heart were taken And now I'm left completely shaken With this void no one else can saturate Contemplating my way through counting the cost Trying to salvage myself but I already lost The hole inside is too deep and it magnifies The pain is intense, it feels like suicide My heart is beyond repair and in the scrapyard While being without her feels like I'm already in the graveyard...
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