If I bare my soul If I scour out The darkling soot And morbid webs Of all that lurks in corners Pretending friendship - If I pare down to naked spirit If I excise decay To the core of who I am And find my true reflection In the moment where deceit Holds its breath - I may see myself in that instant As I have never dared … Continue reading the story "Creation"
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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, … Continue reading the story "The Door"
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 BUT I cannot, not yet Like a giant enemy of freedom life forces me to stay still I cannot move I am caged in My wings are restrained my flight delayed What more must I endure? How much … Continue reading the story "The Phoenix"
This proves my familiar office, brandishing a cup of frank coffee: bittersweet and black. The magic beans bring me solace, silencing the blankest pages with ageless musical flavours. Every song was written for me, to the last apostrophe; though every note was sang for you. Every sip imagines a kiss, all the more imagining you with me when it's you I miss.
****Words … Continue reading the story "Journey Through A Coffee Cup"
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. … Continue reading the story "Dearest"
A moment in time Frozen memory A passionate crime Still lonely Eyes portraying love Incurable desire No emotions above Burning fire A magical day Fading dream Driving me far away Disappearing scene I am not immune Still hurts I am blowing away Sand from a dune
****Words by Toinette Rautenbach *Photograph by 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 … Continue reading the story "Chantal Robbertse"
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. Pass me the bottle Let me see what’s inside I think I’m looking for myself For what I’ve been denied. So I climbed on the bottle On that roller … Continue reading the story "To Forget"
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… … Continue reading the story "A Stream Called Nothing"