bodietjie88

I am at a loss. I am at a loss to understand the emotions of others. Every day I cause people pain. Sharp pain, profound pain. I try and try and try, but every day I cause hurt and suffering. Small barbs of words that I say in anger or frustration that fester and infect the hearts of others. It has happened to me, so why do let it happen to others? Blood on my hands; responsibility on my shoulders. I just don't seem to get it nowadays. I realize that as a human, I have my limits. But the strange contradiction is that at the same time, I don't. And a lot of my days are just grey static; a meaningless repetition. Not particularly dark, not pa

What has she to do but draw Circles in the sad, draw circles in the sand? I ask you though, what has she to do But draw circles in the sand Round and round her finger goes, making Little hills and troughs Sand grains tumbling like old men down the slopes The circles fading when the wind Blows, but still, all she Has to do is draw circles in the sand, with Her longest finger On her rightest Hand, drawing, drawing, brushing Grains aside, round and round The outside of the inside The yellow sand not minding much The girl's mind; nothing directed towards The finger drawing and drawing, Endlessly, a perfect circle. And she ca

When did it become ok to live in shadow? When did we start believing that people in pain should sort themselves out? What gave us the right to ignore them? Or worse, what gave us the right to judge them? Our world is flawed, our world is fallen. But like us, still flawed, still fallen, we are beautiful. It is when people forget what they are, it is when humans lose our passion, we start to recede, to fade away into a darkness that was never ours to begin with. There are so many words used to describe these people; hateful, unimaginative, burgoise insults that mean nothing and can account for even less. Words that have been taken by these peo