Submissions by Rayne
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I started writing poetry at 11, and only ever stop when the depth of life drown me, but the words live in secret inside me
The Storm
Sizzling flesh and decaying bone.
Fires dying and I'm left alone
To fight for a destiny made of de ja vu,
And in the eye of the storm, standing secluded: you.
In this vortex of agony,
This maelstrom of memory,
I'm the rainmaker
For your thunder.
Whistling winds will pass you by,
What can I do but cry
Out all through my heart's night
Falling, lost within my own fight.
This love spring forever
A whirlpool of change
When so called love has turned into rage.
Fires dying and I'm left alone
To fight for a destiny made of de ja vu,
And in the eye of the storm, standing secluded: you.
In this vortex of agony,
This maelstrom of memory,
I'm the rainmaker
For your thunder.
Whistling winds will pass you by,
What can I do but cry
Out all through my heart's night
Falling, lost within my own fight.
This love spring forever
A whirlpool of change
When so called love has turned into rage.
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Cape Town "Bergies"
Hopelessness, hurt - you've lost all shame
You turn to your Maxy when the raw realization
Comes as you realize your life is no game.
It's become part of your culture, part of your nation.
I hear the tears in your voice,
All the tears you forgot how to shed
I never thought about the reasons of your choice,
That you go home to no home, no bed.
As you stand in line to pay for some more,
As you take your Maxy and head out the door,
As you lift your face and our eyes meet,
I suddenly wonder if you ever eat.
You turn to your Maxy when the raw realization
Comes as you realize your life is no game.
It's become part of your culture, part of your nation.
I hear the tears in your voice,
All the tears you forgot how to shed
I never thought about the reasons of your choice,
That you go home to no home, no bed.
As you stand in line to pay for some more,
As you take your Maxy and head out the door,
As you lift your face and our eyes meet,
I suddenly wonder if you ever eat.
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Mother that wasn't
A desolate mother remains to cry
Her solemn prayer to the starlit sky
As nightlife flashes in her min,
And emptiness retaliates in kind:
She lives on in despair,
As motherhood moves on
To greener pastures of her daily prayer.
Time goes on with nothing to belong.
Nothing to fill her empty arms.
While the sand runs out in her dreams.
Her solemn prayer to the starlit sky
As nightlife flashes in her min,
And emptiness retaliates in kind:
She lives on in despair,
As motherhood moves on
To greener pastures of her daily prayer.
Time goes on with nothing to belong.
Nothing to fill her empty arms.
While the sand runs out in her dreams.
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Perpetual
And I drop to find forever
In my own meaningless embrace
And I cross the line again to never
Reach the giant steps I've got to trace
And I enter the void I fathomed
To lose my self control
And I seem to be so adamant
About becoming whole
And my thoughts are endlessly
Changing into smoke
And when I turn demon, must I be
The one who provoke
The death in my boots,spur
To slash the flanks of the one who carries me.
In my own meaningless embrace
And I cross the line again to never
Reach the giant steps I've got to trace
And I enter the void I fathomed
To lose my self control
And I seem to be so adamant
About becoming whole
And my thoughts are endlessly
Changing into smoke
And when I turn demon, must I be
The one who provoke
The death in my boots,spur
To slash the flanks of the one who carries me.
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DU Poetry : Submissions by Rayne