Love

I think the scariest thing to do in life is to fall in love.

To let go of all your inhibitions, all your fears, all your worries.

To love someone who can do no wrong in your eyes.

Senseless love,

Senseless emotion.

Those that choose to fall in love

Yes choose

Because the mere fact that you disobey your instincts telling you that breaking down all your walls can only end one way, most of the time – badly, is most definitely a choice

To all the lovers out there:

I salute you,

I applaud you.

Because what you do is brave

Very brave

Love exacts a pain unequalled on the rack.

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Frustration

My heart cannot beat for nothing.

I get all the attention but never from you

Like a nightmare, you torment me

Delve into my subconscious

When you say you will call, but don’t

I don’t even know if it’s because you’re genuinely busy

Or you just don’t care

You choose to call me when you want to talk

Am I just your side bitch?

But I still like you,

Still drawn to you

I can’t say no.

I need someone to brainwash me,

Remind me that I’m suffering,

Because you were older,

I thought you were going to be more responsible

Guess I was wrong.

And now I am stuck.

Do you love me?

Or do you not?

That is the question.

By Georgette and Shalom

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Wanderless

Everyone is trying to be who they think they should be

Tryna’ fit into everyone’s perception of reality

But that is never going to bring out your true personality

Flashy cars, Tiffany rings, Louboutin shoes,

Gucci belts, Porsche cars, Brazilian weave,

Is that really who you are?

Or is that mainly who you think you ought to be.

Living your life in such a wander less fashion,

Claiming your inventive, yet, you follow the next person.

You are just a mixed up ball of confusion,

A juxtaposition, but above all,

A self – hating hypocrite

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Gem

There comes a time in life where one will have to think

A lot about their life, who they love, and everything in-between

It’s never an easy task, that they will have to face

So some pray, wish and hope, that someday, it will be okay

 

I  hate to sit and ponder on my beginning, middle and end

That is mostly because I have no idea exactly who to blame

Blame for the way I feel, as happiness is a rare gem

It seems to slip away from me each day, even though I pray it stays.

 

I hate the fact that everyone’s life seems sorted, they are as happy as can be

Maybe I should become a housewife, a lover, a woman without a conscience

Maybe my life will be complete, no strings attached, friends with benefits, the lawless kinda’  life

I laugh because you and I both know that isn’t me for a second.

 

So what does one do when they feel deflated and usurped,

Nothing much can be done, apart from laughing about life’s great treasures

Seek comfort in the fact that someone will set you free,

From the shackles that chain you to the ground so mercilessly

 

I trust one day you will understand and be free

from the burdening thoughts that plague your mind, every second of each and everyday

find someone to lend an ear to listen you all your troubles,

find someone to help you realise that no matter what,  you are still so very special to Him.

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Frustration

You frustrate me, consume me,

Are locked inside my head.

I complain because you’re there.

You fill up my thoughts,

You push away all other dreams.

Your dreams, become my dreams.

My dreams become non – existent.

How can they exist, when they have all of yours clogging my head.

Why are you there, there in my sub – conscious?

I shouldn’t complain, I put you there.

I shouldn’t hate you.

I should hate myself.

I let you in.

Into my mind, into my soul, into my bone marrow.

You lodged yourself there like a perfectly new white blood cell.

Instead of defending me, you acted like a parasite.

You took and took and took,

Until all my cells were dying.

But then I turned to a friend, I turned to God, and they acted as they should.

Talked some sense into me, you were no good.

How could I complain and pretend I hate you,

When all you did was show me your true colours.

I was being dishonest, with no one but myself.

You are gone now, away from my life, but why are you still in my head?

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