by this time tommorrow

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The day time vanished

Beauty stroked in clouds, sparkling sunrays streaming in the fifty shades of grey. Stumbling across a hurricane storm of fresh air, the daily stranger to air vents clapping and clumping reality in fallacies. Rock bottom swimming in the tales of a dirty old man attempting to fly across an idle mind, like a milky mellow idleness is medication which prescribes relaxation, yet war has its own implications as it selects who to leave behind. Life is the never ending circumference only recycling its users. Motivation a morning alarm strung across nightmare scraps in tornado rushing barricaded by skin glows as the moon in stars. A. B whispers that an apology is a foundation for future offence, its more like packing packages of pain, stock piling for future depression more like knitting stiches of thy own nightmare. Rising suns is the new ink gifted to humanity to dip themselves in to the shades of time coloring the sky in to a mountain down the valley of shooting stars. At the doorstep footst...

What can men learn from women about mental health?

Yesterday’s knowledge has taught us that males are problem solvers and are the most hardworking. In the ancient days man’s honour was seen in their dominance over women. Men believed that sympathy and emotions was feminine and was reserved for women. In times of stress, drugs and aggressive behaviours was the only way to go. Waking up to a new meaning to the sun. A new name which comes with its own delights and celebrations. March, the Women History Month. The month of march has never sparked any emotion until l realised the absence of my little sister who has grown to be a woman, who has paved her way in the stars and came back with 2 two beautiful angels Thando and Leah. Sitting alone l remembered that everything l am is because of her, the rebukes, laughs and fights contributed to the reasons l still believe. Seeing her grow up l always thought she was living life in a silver spoon. However losing our mother in 2005 meant that she had to take the motherly role which she was too you...

The Nightmare

Running accross winds stammered the bitter old rhyme that spelt tales of a millionn rainbow coloured sentiments of regret, the darkness l had chased glides along from the backing of time sweet melodies struck by the lighting of the times. Maybe to share the little secret, she told me it would take a second for her to forget me like l never existed, out of her world l would be cast like a demon under the influence of the prosperity preachers cutting the long story short am alone swimming in sea of monsters! Today staring at screen l remember you not yet the memories you painted, the rollercoaster imaginatives that visit at night when am powerless to fight the desire to hold you tight which l never did. Why dream not of the best seconds that click fast-tracking the minutes in to hour, in the hour the scents of you are minutes that second the slow riding of time. it was in that night when the margins of reality washed down heavy hearts sinking running in the forests of a bitter old heart...

Pasts

From the glaring over the Horizon the scintillating star's stumbling across this tumble let the clearing son storm closest tattered. Remember every state that you take becomes the direction of a new day The written Stars scarring listening to dry seasons of which our life forces drown yet in the mountains shimmering bright light stained accross the rainbow shining memories written by the young in old, a conundrum written across the cast that stands. Little brat fly across the stars, show me new moons yet aiming for the sun something you never saw yet written by the heart. Little body remember, one and two make three, never the fourth in the fifth came the sixth never the seventh well I just ate something The rhythm must flow a melody clustering, rise above evil right in believing. Stone to Hell's Gate, grinding in the oven, oh self confidence tipping in stones really too young written by the ancient When I think of the past it just keeps us the...

to my beloved

I promised my heart, the scars itching would never be bothered. I thought maybe one l will forget the love lost in the jungle. Alone with my thoughts crumbling the number 4 ringing in my heard listening to that Cici song, time moving with me stuck in the number 4. Can l really say am happy seeing you happy without me? Standing again, there humiliated never regretting. Ghosts haunting the blind man who mistakenly saw the light. Before 5, the 4th was enough for you. Into the 5th, the 4th was the breaking point for me. It was in the moment l lost my sanity l might say but i actually lost my everything in that moment!

The Reason Why

Time. Memories. Mum Time flies. Sixteen years. Sixteen birthdays without you. Time walked away with you. Left in the dark with a spark of memories. Imaginations of time spent together in the last sixteen birthdays. Memories Mum. Staring at the stars, l remembered mum smiling. Staring at the stars, l heard her voice. Lost in the nick of time. Her soft cuddles. Her smooches of love. Her glittering eyes of courage. She stood the heroin. My protector, provider. The images of fantasy... Time took you away before we made memories Mom The morning breeze rushed through skin, wide awake from the torments of his dreams. The sun was up, he had to do something about the nightmares otherwise he was doomed. Brendon taking up his daily routine, but today nothing seemed to make sense. His mind was pondering on that dream that had kept him awake for the past two weeks, how long was this going to go on. ...