“I do not consider myself to be a great writer…but I try. Fortunately for me I’ve found this Facebook group called The Blog Tag. Their aim? To help those of us who struggle some with topics to help kick us into gear. I think it’s a fantastic idea.”
“You’re like a dandelion drifting
Drifting on a desert breeze”
“She floated through existence
Neither here nor there – her backpack heavy
Always a bit of a loner”
Vir jare het ek gewonder oor dit wat ek sien Ek het haar vir ‘n tyd nie herken nie Sy was ‘n vreemdeling So jonk en bitter diep seer Die lewe het goed met haar geremoer Vir haar was […]
Glancing at the mirror Looking back at me Something I couldn’t fathom Something that was never me
“Give her books to read
Tell her stories of old
Open her mind
Make her bold”
Thought I was going crazy Totally out of my mind Wafting through the haze That was my life Thought I had lost it The will to live Thought I wouldn’t make it I had no more to give
“She strives for greatness
A wounded bird smiling in hope”
I feel it’s important to know who’s got my back. Been back-stabbed enough times to let it willingly happen again. So I choose my friends wisely and keep my unit intimate. It’s like my mom says, “You can be friendly with everyone, but not everyone is your friend”.
Please Sir, can I have some more? More of your unrelenting trudgery As you frown upon my persistent existence. More of your salivatious envy Every time you look my way.