nixxo Poetry (5)

I Can Hear Her Move.

In The Pitch Black Of The Night.

She Hungers For A Moon.

Care She Does Less For Light.

My Heart She Will Have For Dinner.

She Will Spade My Soul With A Spoon.

I Lie Still In Bed.

Afraid To Nick A Move.

She Shudders Down Next Me.

Her Whispers Runs Down My Spine.

Twisting My Marrow Through My Bones.

She Is Out To Get My Blood.

She Can Never Have Enough.

Biting Into My Neck With Her Fangs.

She Tears At My Back With Her Claws.

I Have Nowhere To Run.

I Have Even Less Of A Place To Hide.

One Fact I Can Tell You Forsure.

In This House, My Shodow Wears The Dress.

I miss you babes -
When I am home -
Surrounded by you crafts -
Mr Dingles is sitting on my lap -
Favourably the skeleton scarecrow -
Which stalks you strawberry supply -
I miss the chocolate mouse, with the dark flavours, you so gently spooned onto my lips -
I love the taste after the taste, the one from your tongue, which splits my mouth to be accepted, by more to your one -
I miss you babes, when you lap by the dance, ontop of me, whispering my name, never stopping, then we play our game -
I miss you more everyday, my love which now is my passion, will never be complete -
I miss you babes when I am down at night, when I feel to the complete in lost, your life came at the price, no God can expect me to do the cost -
I love you babes, I never said those words to you, by the mean, to fulfill your dreams -
Do you hear my screams, I am a fool, I am a fool, what I thought was cool, was not to the measure in you -
I cry, I do not care, I love you babes -
I miss you more everyday -
Open is my heart by thought -
My chances missed -
So I miss you babes -
My mistake, I misjudged, I ringed the finger on your hand, with tears -
You wear the ring to your grave -
I said I do, but somehow, I expected an anwser too -
I miss you babes -
My heart was graved next to you

Deur vensters met krake.
Staar ek harteloos in die ruimte.
Regtig verlore.
Alleen onder die maanlig.
Alleen tweetalig.
Alleen.
Die spieel hang skeef in die gang.
Ek kan myself nie seen nie.
Die spieel is omgedraai.
Dit is nag.
Maar dit is dag.
My oe brand diep in my skedel.
Ek worstel onbepaald met die son.
Dit is die sterre wat my die hulp
aanbied.
Die sterre verstaan die gewig van
my trane.
Dit is dag.
Maar dit is nag.
Die pyn raak te erg.
Die pyn maak my net seer.
Ek kan nie meer voortgaan nie.
Ek wil nie weer agteruit gaan nie.
Maar.
Maar.
Maar.
Sonder jou aan my sy.
Kan ek niks klaarmaak nie.
Die oorlosie teen die muur fluister
saggies.
Met die hand van tyd word ek
gewys.
Dit is al twaalfuur.
Dit is nag.
Maar dit is dag.
Wat maak die tyd saak.
My hart klop te vinnig.
Bloed ontplof diep in my bors.
Kan ek lewendig wees.
Ek begin te twyfel.
Ek mis jou.
Ek is lief vir jou.
Jy is die enigste een wat my dors
les.
Ek is verslaan.
Maar ek doen my beste.
Ek voel soos n dooie hanswors.
Ek staan voor jou graf.
Ek weet nie hoekom nie.
Dit is dag.
Maar dit is nag.
Die probleem is dat ek my naam op
die grafsteen lees.
Oor en oor.
Weer en weer.
My naam kan nie leuens vertel nie.
Ek staar.
Ek staar alleen.
Heeltemal.
Is die werklikheid.
Regtig.
Is ek die gees van ons verlede.
My oe is vol trane.
Dit raak nag.
Maar dit is dag.
Alleen .
Met die donker.

Chained before the change, I am absorbed into the shade of faint.

Painted to last by portrait, pictured to the brush.

I hang by the flames of my frame.

Morning to dawn, savage is the start of another brutal day.

Life consumes energy, worn as a dress.

Alive to feel dead, death comes to a stop but far from the end.

I circle the deepest holes inside my brain.

I broke straight through my mind, I turned left at every bend.

Prevent the explosion in between the chemical storm trapped by time.

Captured by the voice of violence.

Totally ignored by the breath of silence.

The trilogy of the square is where my shadow was seized.

Wrapped with plastic fanatics to feel fantastic.

I am healing inside my nightmare.

Bleeding that I am dreaming.

Burning with the aches of hate.

I do not feel any less to care.

I am screaming for an eye to see.

For one split of a second.

For you to believe me.

Taste my tears.

I will grave which lies hidden.

I will grave my fears.

I see the fire.

I am the flames.

I am hurting.

Within the inside.

Next to which rests with the dead.

I do not linger.

Even to point one finger.

I swallowed my pain.

I am the nail in the cross.

I take.

I break.

For yours and heavens sake.

I carry my burdens.

You will never see me cry.

My tears are not forsale.

Not today and surely not tomorrow.

Never in the corner of the dark.

I will drown.

I will suffocate.

My heart hangs around a stake.

I do not have to die.

I am dead inside my sorrow.