D.L.V

[drea-l-v]

Koffie & 'n cigarette

Twee meisies sit, die rook kring op, Met koppies koffie, die wereld stop. Die damp van rook meng met die geur, Van warm belydenis, 'n stille uur.

In die aandlig, wat deur die venster breek, Hulle lag en praat, terwyl die stilte skreeu. Die rook rol op, draai in die lug, Twee siele gesels, in die stilte, sug.

Die koffiekoppe klank, 'n sagte geluid, Hulle stories vloei, soos 'n rivier se vlyt. In die rook en die aroma, niks is te veel, Twee meisies, 'n wêreld wat hul deel.

Die dag begin, maar hulle is nog daar, waar die rook en die koffie, nie kla. In hierdie oomblik, is dit net hulle twee, Die wêreld buite, gaan aan en aan

[mist-of-flowers]

original poem : & i am your daughter

inspired by @two-bees-poetry !

first time so it’s not my favorite （ ´_⊃｀）

[two-bees-poetry]

This is beautiful! Parent-child relationships give me so many feelings <3

[two-bees-poetry]

so soft it hurts

[tributary]

[hafwen]

transcript:

THINGS TO DO IN THE BELLY OF THE WALE

Measure the walls. Count the ribs. Notch the long days. Look up for blue sky through the spout. Make small fires with the broken hulls of fishing boats. Practice smoke signals. Call old friends, and listen for echoes of distant voices. Organize your calendar. Dream of the beach. Look each way for the dim glow of light. Work on your reports. Review each of your life’s ten million choices. Endure moments of self-loathing. Find the evidence of those before you. Destroy it. Try to be very quiet, and listen for the sound of gears and moving water. Listen for the sound of your heart. Be thankful that you are here, swallowed with all hope,where you can rest and wait. Be nostalgic. Think of all the things you did and could have done. Remember treading water in the center of the still night sea, your toespointing again and again down, down into the black depths.

[moonstoast]

i exist, i exist, i exist

@ryebreadgf // holly warburton // ? // image from pinterest // letters to a young poet by rainer maria rilke

[drea-l-v]

Everything with us was messy

The feelings

The drinks

The bed

And the love

D.L.V

[thoughtkick]

“Being listened to and heard is one of the greatest desires of the human heart. And those who learn to listen are the most loved and respected.”

— Unknown

[prokopetz]

If you're lamenting the fact that you used to be able to shoot through a 500-page novel in like a day when you were in middle school and now you can't, it's worth bearing in mind that a big part of that is because when you were in middle school, your reading comprehension sucked. Yes, mental health and the stresses of adult life can definitely be factors, but it's also the case that reading is typically more effortful as an adult because you've learned to Ponder The Implications. The material isn't just skimming over the surface of your brain anymore, and some of the spoons you used to spend on maximising your daily page count are now spent on actually thinking about what you're reading!

[prokopetz]

Reading as a kid: "I can tell that this is supposed to be an emotionally moving ending, but I genuinely cannot remember who two-thirds of these characters are."

Reading as an adult: *reads a paragraph* *pauses* *reads the same paragraph again* *flips back and re-reads the preceding page to make sure you didn't misunderstand something* *stares into space for ten minutes as the Implications sink in*

[pistachiowrites]

Ek wil jou rondwys in my hart, maar jy mag dit nie onthou nie.

- Koos Kombuis

[drea-l-v]

Op die dae waar ek bietjie kan still wees

Miss ek jou hard-op

[drea-l-v]

Ek wil my hart uit tik en skryf maar hoe ? Hoe verduidlik ek wat in my binneste aangegaan as ek self nie eers weet wat om dit te noem nie Is my hart nog regtig gebreek oor jou ? Maar hoekom het ek dan hierdie skielike bang in my Is ek bang vir die feit dat ek eitlik aanbeweeg het en jou nie meer nodig het nie... Die feit dat ek van my slegte gewoonte ontslae is sonder waarskuwing Is dit hoe dit voel om gerealiseer te voel Gesond te voel Hoe dit voel om weer nn hart te hê want semi heel is met n paar skraap merke vir oorlewing Is ek nie meer n gebroke kindt oor jou waansinnigheid om my hart te breek my te los en my vir die wolwe te voer 28-03-2017 D.L.V #poësie #afrikaans

[drea-l-v]

Jou geheime skyn deur my vel en jou donkergedagtes kruip weg in die smart van my hart D.L.V

[drea-l-v]

Die dae raak kouer nes my hart Die koue see van alleenheid spoel oor my geruipde gedagtes van ons Die ou dae vries vas en wil nie weg smelt nie...alles is ys koud binne my Gaan my blare ook afval soos die boom daarbuite...gaan ek ook net takke wees wat aan mekaar vas gegroei is hoop om nie te breek nie en weer te blom as die liefde seisoen my kom haal x 17-04-2017 D.L.V #afrikaans #poësie #literêre #gedigte