broken hearted love

To compare thee to a summer's day, as warm and kind
your beauty so bright they say love is blind.

even though you broke my heart,
 you'll never fade from my sight
like a dove takes off in the morning light

a white lily burnt from sadness,
 raining down from my heart
we knew this love would end,
 right from the start.



Co-written by Earvin Beukes
St. Paul's college, Windhoek, Namibia
Gr . 8D

Sweet singing crow

The sun has gone down the stars are out,
the sweet singing crow sends me to sleep.
He dances on my grave and tramples my heart
till my soul is dead, my body his to keep,
tears of silver, tears of gold
sweetly singing my tears run cold.
I will a puppet be to his cold empty hand
twisting, wringing, sucking dry till I cant stand.
Pain, so loud and shouting and screaming,
till morning bitter dove's song wakes me from my dreaming.



Why does life hate me???

The perfect way to break your own heart

Have you ever really liked someone and just sat there hoping that they liked you back?
Well I have a problem far worse than that... I really like someone and I feel that they might like me too...We are same-same but different. They are leaving and my heart is already broken with the thought of losing them but I can't expect them to drop their whole life for me...I know that they have to leave, it's the way life goes....so I have to work at getting over them now before I corrupt them with my sadness and darkness, they have to be able to leave without having to look back.. So I'm working on something that could completely kill my soul, but I think I have to. And who knows maybe they never liked me anyway...but at least I can look at them and say they were one of the very best things that happened to me...
(V.S)

Hell....my world

Have you ever felt like it's the whole world against just you??? I look around and realize I'm the only one who actually notices how I am drowning. I'm so deep down, I can barely breathe and no-one will look closely enough underneath the surface to save me. I find myself paralyzed... every single muscle or bone in my body is fighting to resurface me but my heart is sinking me further and further down. most of my family and friends are on the other side of the surface making sure I don't make it back to the top without even knowing it. I'm reaching out to try and tell them but I seem to be the distant splashing of the waves crashing to them. My vision on my reasons to live becomes more of a blur with each painful moment of my existence. I'm not trusted, I'm too annoying, I'm too weird, demented... I'm everything evil and twisted and dark and ugly they can think of...Bullies may come or go but that pain lasts forever digging someone's grave more every time.... If  you are one of the few that can hear me....

HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Don't stop at the surface...always dig a little deeper, dive a little further
I know what pain it could save....



October's leaves

October comes and sits on my porch
his deafening tone booming behind my door,
Blood of my heart dripping in his snow
The pain,now blind, is blind no more.
A skeleton, a skeleton Zues hath struck dead
his immortal stone crushing with dread
yet tall, unsteady cannot fall,
till u find me hiding behind the bedroom wall,

When his black lifeless hands shake my
dying trunk, October's leaves will fall
to the end of the bottomless bunk.
Once, like a diamond shrub, my leaves grow
until life catches up, his blackening crow.

Cliffs and Tunnels

I realised that i can be stupid.
I'm stupid now, I was stupid then.
I'd been hurt, lost parts of my heart,
I swore I wouldn't love again.

But look at me now,
I brought back the pain,
I wish i could find paradise,
I hate standing in the rain.

If everything about me is wrong
how can I find the right.
If I'm only darkness,
Is there any light?

Where is happiness, the rope to hold on to?
The hope that won't break when everything is gone.

Thorn bushes and roses

Most thorn bushes are painful to hold, painful to fall in, and  mostly ugly to look at...but think about it, if you could look past the thorns and hurt,pain and blood, you find the most beautiful roses.

Some roses bloom, smell nice, and are even so silky soft...but think about it, if you look past the luscious  large, fragrant roses you find some of the sharpest and most painful thorns.
Then there are the exeptions...thorn bushes inside and out...roses inside and out...

WHICH ONE ARE YOU????????

My friends are roses inside and out...If someone messes with them then they'll have a problem with me. I am a thorn bush, holding back roses, waiting to find the right person who will look past my pain, my hurt, my blood, my appearance, someone who will try atleast to find the roses by  accepting the thorns...if i can't find that someone...then my life is incomplete...then I'm not human....
I'M A THORN BUSH, HOLDING BACK ROSES....ALL OF THAT MAKES ME....ME....If you can't accept that then you're missing out on the true meaning of LOVE.

Are we really that different????