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Aa Harvey Aug 2018
Let me make you even more beautiful.


I’m disappearing to breathe some ****;
Petite emerald smoke creates positions of love inside we.
In somebody's companionship, this devotee feels warm;
Every single woman I could covet, simply to adorn.


I haven’t had an adequate amount of your care.
I fondly solicit on behalf of your cast aside heir.
I am endearing to be devoted to you and you only,
For my spirit is holy and the mischievous sprites ungodly;
So prior to breathing my last breath, I beg for you to crave me.


The mind looks mournfully, upon the old and harmed;
The memories of a broken lovers charm.
I yearn for you exceedingly; I beg before your beauty,
To an even greater extent than prior,
To truly be in love with me.



(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Maya Aug 2018
is it normal
to stand in my bathroom
for ten minutes
at 2:20 a.m.
pepper spray in hand
door locked
listening for footsteps
waiting for my breathing
to become less ragged
so i can run into my bedroom
check my closet
and under my bed
for monsters that only
come from my head?

is it normal to stare into the mirror
crying
wondering if that's really you in it
because you don't recognize
your own reflection
after checking behind
the shower curtain at least four times?
there's a reason i never want
to live alone.

is it normal that
even when i am alone
it fees like i am being watched
cameras, mirrors, windows of houses and people on the street.
they're waiting to laugh at me
or ****** me
or kidnap me
or stare at me
the list goes on.

everyone is out to get me
which i know isn't true
but that doesn't make
the feeling
go away.
i see you, government agent reading this.
Nomkhumbulwa Aug 2018
He could have walked away,
For there were many a reason to do so;
But he never did;
He was there through the highs and lows.

I gave him many a reason
To walk away for good;
And yet he stayed beside me
While I was in his neighbourhood.

There were panic attacks, crying,
Semi madness, paranoia;
All the usual consequences of
Being assaulted a year earlier.

There were so many times
I expected him to be gone;
I warned him in fact that -
I’m not worthy – my people are gone!

There is no need to put up with me,
Its not good for your health;
I’m used to people disappearing,
I’ll deal with things myself.

For I am being punished,
It’s how its meant to be;
At least for those of us assaulted
....in the middle of the sea.

But of course he didnt understand,
He’s from a different culture;
He wasn’t afraid to hold my hand
And protect me from the torture.

He has probably never met anyone
As mad and unstable as me;
Coming to stay in Soweto
And feeling so totally free.

He saw my love of Soweto,
For the children, the people, and more;
He spent so much time exploring his home with me –
He’d learnt which combi to get door to door!

When I had to get to clinics,
Not just one, two, three, or four (!)
He spent two days right there with me
As we waited hours to reach the door.

He didnt have to do that,
He has work to do back home;
Yet even when I shouted at him –
He never left me alone.

Of course I apologised later,
Tried to help him understand;
That my brain does its own thing,
Yet he was still there to hold my hand.

He never once walked away,
And thats when it occurred to me;
What a complete cultural contrast
....to our “people of the sea”...

My “family” are now Sowetans,
Although i’ve known that for a while;
When the clinics registered me as an “African”
All I did was smile.

Of all the times I thought i’d given
A reason for him to abandon me,
There was one in particular –
Where he’d be fully justified to flee.

To protect yourself i’d understand,
You may need to walk away;
And yet he didnt – he put himself at risk
...to protect me, I have to say....

It’s not an easy place to live,
He could have walked away;
I’m forever grateful for his bravery
And that he didnt walk away.

For a place where for so long,
Segregation was the norm,
It has come such a very long way –
Since the day I was born.

My culture, mixed as it is
Has not suffered in this way;
Instead it shuns and alienates people
....if they “dont obey”....

Well done South Africa,
Though the problems you face are not gone;
You could teach a lot to “my people”..
..a culture that needs to be re- born.
Written on Mandela Day 2018; an account of the total contrast I found in a society so different to the one in which everyone I know...walked away.
AE Aug 2018
I am creeping.
I am a cancer.
I am a pox.

Throughout each of your days, I am there. I am waiting for every potential slip-up, every look behind your back, every whisper in your ears. I am there when you think you're free.

I am hooded.
I am crawling.
I am powerful.

Just how powerful am I? I can create false planes of existence only YOU can see. The beauty of my craft is that each person I infect suffers catastrophically, but I am meticulous. I only corrupt one victim at a time. That way the entire world thinks he is insane and sick. But it was all me.

I am feared.
I am respected.
I am delusional.

Even the writer writing this down has had my teeth sink into him. I have convinced him time and time again that there are ticks in his hair, parasites under his skin, murderers outside his door, atom bombs waiting to explode. I know his weaknesses each time I swallow him into my world of darkness. He is waiting for me every day. And I am waiting for him. And I am waiting for you.

I am hatred.
I am insecurity.
I am Paranoia.
Took a leaf out of a very old short story I read a while back and tried to write in the style of a personified emotion. Did it work? I'm a little paranoid if it didn't.
Khoisan Aug 2018
Discredit paranoia
After the  first time
The new paranoia
Is preparedness
After our house was burgled
Blade Maiden Aug 2018
In the blink of an eye
I lost myself
I said goodbye
I turned my head and went
I turned it again and again.
Til it send
all my past selves to fly with the wind
By the morning I was born anew
And yesterday had sinned
I left my old clothes on the windowsill
I might pick them up and fly right out
One day, yes, first I'll climb this hill
Get all the way on top of it
with feet sore of rocky walks
with shoes that never really fit
I'll get up there just to see
to find there is
another me
And maybe here I'll find
life is not what life once was
it's really all a state of mind
Red Brush Jul 2018
When she asked me if I'd ever leave
I never knew why she'd doubt me.
But my words she couldn't believe
And madness wouldn't let her see
That I'd stay; so she left me to grieve
A love that wasn't meant to be.
Marisol Quiroz Jun 2018
i am so tired
of breaking my own heart
over misconstrued manipulations
of the english language.

— a paranoid poet
Lily Jun 2018
You don’t know my mind,
My thoughts, my reasoning
Behind my actions.
What to you may seem selfish
Or simply eccentric,
Is what I need to do
To function, to continue
Breathing without hyperventilating,
Completely breaking down.
So please be patient.
You don’t know what I’m going through.
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