“Crime is fast destroying the moral fabric of South African cities, and is becoming a major threat to South African democracy”

Even with broken wings, she dares to fly. And even with a broken heart, she dares to love.

And I refuse to apologize until the very end for the way that I feel – my feelings are valid too.

Contemplate your own mortality daily, then see how much we must change.

Poetry is the voice of the soul and the inspiration of the heart.

We parted sadly, like children in the street on a pleasant june afternoon.

And what shall I call you? Yours. In this life, the ones before, and all others thereafter.

If I could go back to a time I’d be with you. And I’d thank you again for almost being the healing to my heart.

I was a living breathing nightmare and he was my favorite dream catcher.