#canithurtagain

I asked myself. In a dream. Last night. I asked myself. If I’d loved— You right. I asked myself. A thousand times. Is this a dream. Will I be alright. I asked myself. With no reply. I asked myself. Why I cannot— Seem to die. . . . #Poetry #writers #instapoem #rsm #tumblr #poetrycommunity #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #poetryofinstagram #canYouNot . #TalkingToMyself #CanItHurtAgain. #southafricanpoet #southafricanpoets #freestylepoetry #durbanpoet #mentalhealth #dissocia #instadaily #poetrycollection #thoughtprovoking #readmetolife #followformore #freestylepoet #soulsearching #february #balloons #floating #dreaming (at Durban, KwaZulu-Natal)

Faded off the world. Standing. Falling. Bent out of shape. Crawling. Moving. Slowly clawing. Hanging. Holding. Might be slipping. Dipping. Sinking. Only just clinging. Missing. Nothing. Motion-sensor hollowing. Sneaking. Hiding. Horror-movie gripping. Waiting. Watching. Sitting quietly learning. Speaking. Talking. To myself listening. Knowing. Growing. Just barely understanding. Drifting. Floating. My own words quoting. Anticipating. Participating. Around the corner waiting. . . . . #Poetry #writers #instapoem #rsm #tumblr #poetrycommunity #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #poetryofinstagram #canYouNot . #TalkingToMyself #CanItHurtAgain. #southafricanpoet #southafricanpoets #freestylepoetry #durbanpoet #mentalhealth #dissocia #instadaily #poetrycollection #thoughtprovoking #readmetolife #followformore #freestylepoet #soulsearching #views #isuckatlife #alonewithmyself (at Durban, KwaZulu-Natal)

The roses are red cliché. But it’s this day. Uttered. Like silence around a soufflé. It’s this day. Like crashing against the waves. Fierce and direct. Over played. Over billed. Yesterday’s regret. The next days neglect. But it’s this day. This scar. This trophy. This incredible—sadly. Unforgettable—melancholy. This wanton memory. Living. Growing. Becoming. Me. Not Romeo or Antonio. Not Theseus–Thane of Athens. Not Titus Andronicus. Not deep in books. But floating. Caressing pages. It’s this day. A pointless day. Another day. A bunch of words I didn’t say. That sunflower and rose bouquet. The one I bought. Then threw away. What would it be. If not this day. . . . #Poetry #writers #instapoem #rsm #tumblr #poetrycommunity #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #poetryofinstagram #canYouNot . #TalkingToMyself #CanItHurtAgain. #southafricanpoet #southafricanpoets #freestylepoetry #durbanpoet #mentalhealth #dissocia #instadaily #poetrycollection #thoughtprovoking #readmetolife #followformore #freestylepoet #soulsearching #february #lovepoetry #loveday14 #willyoubemyvalentine (at Durban, KwaZulu-Natal)

Sound on and Swipe Next🎈🌻😬👾. Coz it’s Valentines Day. ✌🏾 . . Listen—hear—feel. These vibrations. The echos of my soul. See the colors my words create. In my voice—get lost. Float for a moment. Stay with me—get lost. Textures extended— Pauses—almost stutters. Listen—hear—feel. At the core— This is very real. Unnecessary. Introvert scary. -rsm. . . . . #Poetry #writers #instapoem #rsm #tumblr #poetrycommunity #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #poetryofinstagram #canYouNot . #TalkingToMyself #CanItHurtAgain. #southafricanpoet #southafricanpoets #freestylepoetry #durbanpoet #mentalhealth #dissocia #instadaily #poetrycollection #thoughtprovoking #readmetolife #followformore #freestylepoet #soulsearching #february #lovepoetry #loveday14 #willyoubemyvalentine (at Durban, KwaZulu-Natal)

I’m honestly just been in a lazy place creatively. I’ve started so many poems and just lost the energy to finish them. Mostly because they’re all so unnecessarily deep. And deep isn’t always good. But I’ve got so many complete writings—I’m just so lazy to illustrate them and post. I’m sure I’ll snap out of this soon and go on a posting spree. Until then. 💪🏾👏🏾👋🏾🤙🏾 stay real 🌻 . . . . #Poetry #writers #instapoem #rsm #tumblr #poetrycommunity #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #poetryofinstagram #canYouNot . #TalkingToMyself #CanItHurtAgain. #southafricanpoet #southafricanpoets #freestylepoetry #durbanpoet #mentalhealth #dissocia #instadaily #poetrycollection #thoughtprovoking #readmetolife #followformore #freestylepoet #soulsearching #february #lovepoetry #loveday12 #willyoubemyvalentine (at Durban, KwaZulu-Natal)

Truth and love and Faith and hope. Feelings. Emotions. Thoughts. That grow. Heartache and regrets. Heartbreaks and pains that can’t forget. Feelings. Emotions. Thoughts. Covered in snow. Out in the cold. With only wetness. Careful. Gentle. Listening to what is told. Greatness lingers. Shadowed figures. Truth and love and faith and hope. Seeds I’ve sown. Seeds in life I’ve come to own. On my sleeve and on my chest. Across my forehead and all over my back. On the palms of my hand. Inside all of my cracks. In every depth of who I am. My seeds. Truth. Love. Faith. Hope. Bending and bowing. Sunlight’s growing. Breathing in star—light. Watching Growing. Day after night. . . . #Poetry #writer #instapoem #rsm #tumblr #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #poetryofinstagram #canYouNot . #TalkingToMyself #CanItHurtAgain. #southafricanpoet #southafricanpoets #freestylepoetry #durbanpoet #mentalhealth #dissocia #instadaily #poetrycollection #vday #readmetolife #followformore #freestylepoet #soulsearching #february #lovepoetry #loveday11 #willyoubemyvalentine #sunday (at United Bar and Restaurant)

Salted cliffs and natures thrills. Crashing waves. Real and tranquil. Skies with clouds shaped. Rocks with knives edges formed. Black and grey. A stratos-shade. A perfect storm. Before the fall. Before the jump. Seated. Sitting. Waiting. Cliff hanging. . . . #Poetry #writers #instapoem #rsm #tumblr #poetrycommunity #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #poetryofinstagram #canYouNot . #TalkingToMyself #CanItHurtAgain. #southafricanpoet #southafricanpoets #freestylepoetry #durbanpoet #mentalhealth #dissocia #instadaily #poetrycollection #thoughtprovoking #readmetolife #followformore #freestylepoet #soulsearching #february #lovepoetry #loveday1 #willyoubemyvalentine #monday (at Chaka's Rock - Ballito)

Patterns on my skin. Runes and crests. Covered calf to shin. Sneakers laced. Keys and stations switched. Wolves guarding. Vikings glaring. Ships ready. Set to sail. Reebok’s in my feet. AR-15 lapped. Comfortable in my seat. Alone. Distant from the heat. Saving. Writing. Listening. Some colors showing. Only reds and whites. Lefts and rights. Ladies and gents. . . #Poetry #writers #instapoem #rsm #tumblr #poetrycommunity #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #poetryofinstagram #canYouNot . #TalkingToMyself #CanItHurtAgain. #southafricanpoet #southafricanpoets #freestylepoetry #durbanpoet #mentalhealth #dissocia #instadaily #poetrycollection #thoughtprovoking #readmetolife #followformore #freestylepoet #soulsearching #february #lovepoetry #loveday1 #willyoubemyvalentine (at United Bar and Restaurant)