If I bare my soul
If I scour out
The darkling soot
And morbid webs
Of all that lurks in corners
Pretending friendship -
The Door
The moment you went through that door I knew it was over
Your bags packed, your heart pounding, you were leaving
Your new life just beginning never to return back again
The moment you went through that door I knew it was over
Your bags are back now, but you are not
So short lived, your new life over, before it began [Read the full story ...]
The Phoenix
Slowly I rise from the ashes
Like a Phoenix
my flame is renewed
my wings are still new
and tight
I stretch them out
prepare myself to take off
on my new journey [Read the full story ...]
Journey Through A Coffee Cup
Dearest
Dearest,
I dreamt of you again last night, the dream where you hold my hand. We sat together in what looked like a meadow. I tried to stay as long as she would let me but soon I was awake. I blocked out the light, shut my eyes tight so I could find you again. I stood in the distance watching you dance at the edge of my subconscious, you called to me. [Read the full story ...]
Desire
A moment in time
Frozen memory
A passionate crime
Still lonely
Eyes portraying love
Incurable desire
No emotions above [Read the full story ...]
Chantal Robbertse
Chantal Robbertse completed a BCom Photography degree (specialising in Fine Arts) at the Pretoria Technikon in 2002. These days, she spends her time finding the meaning in the beauty in simple things, and is simply stunned by the means some people will go to to be beautiful. They’re dreaming the wrong dream if they don’t already see that they are, she believes. But what she believes in most of all is her dream to one day become a full-time photographer….
To Forget
Pass me the bottle
Let me see what’s inside
Take a shot from the bottle
On a roller coaster ride.
Pass me the bottle
Let me see what’s inside
Another shot from the bottle
On that roller coaster ride. [Read the full story ...]
A Stream Called Nothing
A stream called: Nothing
It christens me with delirious pleasure
The night’s velvet skin and stars
The dark twilight fading into a deep sense of mystery
And the cold winds blow…
We are trapped in this machine… and this machine is bleeding to death.
The ravens have passed to take what sorrows we spill
And the cold winds howl…
Drop ancient pride like a falling fever on glistening skin
As the hordes dance en masse like candle flames flickering
Bass beats pound to our human hearts
And cold winds descend…
Take heed for the last days are here and they will end
As time bleeds seconds and seconds die into hours
Eaten by the darkness of an uncertain path And the winds of mayhem rise up…
And I wake to live or to die
I shall carry all my love
And burn it in a western blaze
The ultimate shadow in the face of night and the darkness of day
Taking the mask given by stone sculptors
Douse the living fire that is passion… that is glamour
And swallow the pill called hypocrisy
Become a mindless maggot among the thriving throngs
Eating, shitting, living, saying, being nothing
That is what we are destined to be.
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*Words by Douglas Simoes
*Photograph by Meggin Murphy
When
Many full moons
later…
a thousand sunsets passed-
How many
new mornings still to come
before the visible
becomes
invisible
to your eyes so
full of emptiness
loneliness…
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*Words by Hermien Veldhuizen-Nysschen
*Photograph by Andy Kruger