Warsan Shire

I thank the almighty for your talent, you speak to me as if from me. Your words are my words. Don't ever stop writing and reciting...

                                                                     Warsan Shire

“the year of letting go, of understanding loss. grace. of the word ‘no’ and also being able to say ‘you are not kind’. the year of humanity/humility. when the whole world couldn’t get out of bed. everyone i’ve met this year, says the same thing ‘you are so easy to be around, how do you do that?’. the year I broke open and dug out all the rot with own hands. the year I learnt small talk. and how to smile at strangers. the year I understood that I am my best when I reach out and ask ‘do you want to be my friend?’. the year of sugar, everywhere. softness. sweetness. honey honey. the year of being alone, and learning how much I like it. the year of hugging people I don’t know, because I want to know them. the year I made peace and love, right here.” 
― Warsan Shire

 words are my obsession

POETRY WOMEN...

Alex Elle, Warsan Shire and Nayyirah Waheed are women that inspire me to want to write and read poetry, every single day. Somewhere along my 6 years and 2 months of studies, I was told, poetry is the highest and purest form of ART and I cannot deny it, for I love art and language as if I am Art. So, I will take the next few days to obsess over these poets words.

“why do we get so awkward around deep emotion. why are we embarrassed and resistant. what would happen if we softened into it, instead of criticized it. what would happen if we felt everything we felt, without an urge to suppress the emotions of ourselves or others. what if we believed in waves, instead of fear. what if we enjoyed being vulnerable. i think we would become a compassion that could change the world. what does it hurt to try. the next time you want to shrink, try love, to go loose, i will be trying too.” — nayyirah waheed

i stared death in it's face.

31 days ago, I stared death in it's face. I did not pass it by, or hear it whisper, I looked at it, I stared and it hit me...Death ain't quiet no matter how peacefully it comes to get you. Death does this thing, where it hits us all, it does not ask how you lived nor does it care, it just claims. And it is on the 25th of November 2013 I realised death does not care if you rich or poor, black or white, a freak or a bookworm, DEATH IS FOR US ALL. It does not discriminate, it takes and does not give back.

I walked into the hospital room and saw you, but this time around you weren't you. You were quiet, cold and looked different. It was in the air, but the machines fooled us and the nurses deceived us, we believed you were still around. What I saw that day keeps flashing before me, the blue on the soles of your feet, the swelling, the stillness, that smell, I don't think that was really you. I made a call with tears running down my face, I knew it. I knew you left.

I stared death in it's face and I pray no one ever has to leave that way. It was cruel and unkind. Sad.


May your soul Rest in Eternal Peace...Eleanor Uricke Diergaardt

it is so obvious how you are summer and I am winter...
your ebony coating touching my ivory shell, your playful nature and my deep passion, your height towering over me, as I try and balance on my tippie toes just to reach you.
There is nothing wrong with summer, oh NO!, the birds chirping, the fresh hot air, the late nights and early mornings, the cool smoothers and the light drizzles, the shorts and parties, the wild flowers and the bright colours. But, then winter comes and steals summers shine, the cold is deep and the nights are long. The air is heated with a certain chill and lovers love, yes I am that winter. That silent cry to be loved and you are those wings that need a home. I don't get how summers can live without winters, without that warm embrace, that warm chocolate running smoothly down your throat, the heat creeping through the blankets...
There is so much that you are that I will never be.
There is so much that brings us together and even more that keeps us apart.
There is so much to say but words always go unspoken.
see you are summer and I am a forever winter...
                       

I aspire to inspire before I expire, and, you have given me the opportunity to do so... I am not a teacher, I am an awakener, and for the this I am forever thankful.
I may have been an ostranenie but you have taught me about patience and words. About fun and seizing moments together, because all we will have left are memories apart. Thank you for your time and dedication to ART, there are true artist among all of you. Go on and live, let art reside in you even long after I may have left you.
xoxo

                                      PEACE. LOVE. ART.

PEACE.     when chaos lives calmly in you. 

               where your heart finds its home.    

               when we put our problems in Gods hands.

               love & compassion.

               something you make, something you do.

               something you are & something you give away.

               training your brain to process life as it is.

               war is never the answer, nor is anger.

               peace is my weapon.

               let go & let God.

               raindrops & sleep.

               ...go where peace is.

LOVE.    love is EVERYTHING...

             ... & nothing at all.

ART.    I am art.

          art is life. life is art. 

          nothing exists without art.

          art is freedom.

          art is love and peace. :-)

          art is when you hear your soul cry and you give it a listen.

          art remains the purest and realest activity to mankind.

          art is resistance.

          art is hope.