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Happiness is not a checklist, A dream job, A fast car, Even the love of another, Will mean nothing at all If you have not yet find a way To feel full and content In your own Mind and heart. (at Virginia, Durban) https://www.instagram.com/p/CG0neqOHEJt/?igshid=1ul9zca8r1gjs

Am I old enough to say that, Saturday night made me feel like a kid again ??👀🕺🏽🍻🍹 (at Durban, Glenwood) https://www.instagram.com/p/CGzvlRbHuOo/?igshid=1q6syd2u6r679

Late Post: Fear Factor Challenge 🐊🥙🍖 All this started off with a simple question.. "Why the hell is there a table... THERE ?!" Next thing I knew, I was eating a wrap in a crocodile pit wondering why the hell two of them are charging towards us 🐊🐊😭😭 #FearFactorChallenge #IDidThatShit #CrocPondsOverWaterfalls (at Phezulu Safari Park) https://www.instagram.com/p/CGUcieRHmX9/?igshid=1qy6wr61o135q

#fearfactorchallenge #ididthatshit #crocpondsoverwaterfalls

- What's Your Secret ? - Knock knock... Who's there ? Your deepest, Darkest secrets... My deepest, Darkest secrets Who ? - Thandolwethu Domingos Poswa (The rest belongs to you 🦋 x ) #secrets #deepdarksecrets #knockknock #poetryofinstagram #poetry #WeAreThePeanutGallery (at Virginia, Durban) https://www.instagram.com/p/CEhdIHTpxRD/?igshid=1hn1nim9e8kej

#secrets #deepdarksecrets #knockknock #poetryofinstagram #poetry #wearethepeanutgallery

The Woman's Day lunch we hooked up tasted like shoe laces and zinc. Cause we done put both feet and the kitchen sink in it 🙌🏽💯🔥🔥😂 (at Virginia DBN North) https://www.instagram.com/p/CDs_C_XnDTaZJtuaDV6w-UcKeqgbCdARFwSAhQ0/?igshid=14gs5bb77p80q

“Call it a clan, call it a network, call it a tribe, call it a family: Whatever you call it, whoever you are, you need one.” (at Virgina, Durban North) https://www.instagram.com/p/CA47WtLH7arAX_CwlfGqV8hEqJMKzIUcp1M6mI0/?igshid=yd2l8w2xc6nq

My year thus far 🌻 x (at Ballito, Durban) https://www.instagram.com/p/B61VWBwHd6OzhN-_3fkaRFsVINCZFJoB15LR6Y0/?igshid=ninfgmifnxto

I'm so in love with these pieces that I wrote one a love poem 🌻📃 xx @sara_gaqa_art "sing a song" 🌻x @master.poswa23 "Boo thang." ❤ x https://www.instagram.com/p/B2lrSdkH1eCGvgpWU9Z7-LqoXNensLr853t8nE0/?igshid=1liiat0x6om07

epiphaniesandpoems

What Exactly is the Use?

What good comes of simply writing?

She dared to ask me, a hurricane of emotion,

Of unspoken thoughts,

Queen of inarticulate rants and whispered poems,

Did she really ask such a thing?

Writing is like swimming both closer to and away from your thoughts,

Literally diving into the belly of the beast, the demon that is my mind,

And yet, managing to trap it unto a piece of paper,

If it were to inspire,

I would have written about modern feminism,

And rags to riches, poetic stories of love and good over evil,

But the ugly truth to be told,

I, in fact, do not wish my thoughts upon any living soul,

Because they are frightening, tormenting demons,

Thirstily searching for a host, bloody vermin they are,

And they multiply, infest my head,

The only way which I found,

To rid them from my brain, is to physically pull them out,

With no voice to scream, my lips twisted like branches of a tree,

My mouth taped, closed shut,

The only way, in which I am forced,

Is to ignite my fingers, suddenly powerful,

They do the screaming for my mouth,

There is much satisfaction in killing hefty thoughts,

In seeing them entangled with the lines of the paper, trapped,

Ask me again, I’ll give you this same answer,

What indeed is the use of writing.

I'm definitely coming here again (at Bulwer, Durban) https://www.instagram.com/p/B0DeJNXHm-nwE4FeTRUu8i2zY5Oyp0BEwWhrnk0/?igshid=15w7xp6uf2a6u

poetdreamerfool

finesse

I have this reoccurring nightmare where I say something like “you’re the sun to my flower” while I look you in the eyes as I’m placed in cuffs and pulled up from the ground– the cop’s words come out real close together like fingers in a fist– remember, intention does not determine the outcome, the wind does not command the storm; that sinking feeling is the norm; I can’t reconcile my gentle nature with my bestial form; tattered, torn killed then reborn– shadows don’t cast shadows, light does. evil doesn’t make things wrong other things being right does– right fuzz? there’s no honor among thieves– they have a misunderstood unity like a predator has with its prey; cop seized the stash, we seized the day– round here you gotta read lips while you watch what you say; crime doesn’t pay; love is maze, don’t ever speak on pussy you slayed; puff the haze catch in the rye; heavenly finesse is the goal.

quotemadness

“I am aware that I am less than some people prefer me to be, but most people are unaware that I am so much more than what they see.”

— Douglas Pagels (via quotemadness)

nohmtema

There.

Your mom says you live in a different place now. There. There like she says is far away, and as long as you are there, doesn't matter where, she's fine. There, she can imagine you all light and no shadow. She can dream you honey and yellow, calm as rain before it all happened. When you are there, you are hers again, her child again. "My daughter," she says, looking at photographs of you, clutching them to her chest, almost proud but mostly sorry. You are not here anymore, so at times she forgets she fought you for the clawing eyes and bloody hands of a man, and even for less. She saw him leave teeth marks between your thighs and didn't think of burning him right away.

She didn't think of burning him.

She didn't think of burning.

She didn't think.

She didn't.

And she, not doing anything, started disappearing in your eyes the very minute she left your room. With you there, forgetting or refusing that reality is the same. She can instead say you left for a better future. It's barely true but very incomplete. You left for a better present too, and very soon, home, where you come from--your mom, with all of the country and its language--will vanish. Some things will remain. Words here and there, images, sounds and even smells, stories and maybe laughs, but too much hurt will stand right on top and will trample them with all its weight.

Sometimes we leave home only to appreciate it even more, but not you. You'll be and stay there for her, and she'll stay and be there for you. Perhaps after a while, your heart will soften, and you'll go home eventually, even for her, but never to her again. Never.