Author: Richard van Rensburg

Ambitious Writer | Masters Psychology Student | Passionate Literary Lover

Lost… again

He’s lost again –
gone wandering in the concrete jungle.
Fifth time this week.
He usually comes back when hungry –
I wonder what he does…
Is it drugs? Or worse?
Who does he meet up with?
Does he at all?
He doesn’t seem to care.
Too innocent and unsuspecting…
But the world is cruel, my friend,
the world is cruel;
not fun and games like a
Tom and Jerry episode.
This is real life.
With real problems.

Skull

I want a skull – a human skull.
It would make a divine paper weight.
I’d let it rest on my death threats
As I sit back in my leather chair
And sip whiskey slowly.

I want a skull – a human skull.
I’d plant a daisy inside the left eye socket
And I’d watch it grow through the bullet holes
As I sit back in my leather chair
And count the zeros on my statement.

I want a skull – a human skull.
I’d get implants for the skull,
They’d be gold and I’d let people stare
As I sit back in my leather chair
And laugh until I had them removed – forcefully.

I want a human skull – yours.
I want it on my mahogany desk
Because you hurt me in school
As I sat in my small school desk
And tried to hide the bruises from my parents.

Stream of Consciousness Poem

Silver fishes
Silver fin
Golden arrows flying through the sky
Run! Now!
Bullet rains fire storms
Crashing down to earth
From Mars – the aliens are here.
Quick hide –
Run from them.
I think they have love
Hate-love-love
Run! I cannot –
Just scream –
AH!
No – bullets fire rain
Upon the king.
No refuge under the king’s throne
Please save us, king!
Instead his caviar is more important
He is a president of our state of mind
No shame
No honour
No valour
Bravery now!
Why am I called
At the sight of a young boy
Stabbed brutality by his brothers?
Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat
The lies suffocate
I cringe and spiral deeper down the hole.
Death. Blackness.

In the name

It’s in the name
The ring that stings…
Pleasurable torture.
Stolen glances;
Lost thoughts;
Drifting daydreams;
Overinflated wishes…
The way words are said,
Since the beginning.
Wow – in my mind.
So silent…
Silent killer.
So much to give;
Yet so reserved and quiet…
Give the world a sign!
Say something!
Or don’t…
Maybe that’s the mystery:
Enigma through and through.
At the top together; but so distant.
At least hints were dropped;
Through my peripherals
You had eyes on me.

Gym

Few will gym for health…
for, if doing it for health,
one wouldn’t do drugs like they do.
But yes, some do it for health and love.
And your muscles are real;
not protein puffs.
Your strength is not only in your arms;
it is in your heart as well.
It’s always more rewarding to work;
not to just get like a brat.
And guess what?
Hard work breeds humility;
steroids only bring rage
(and infertility).

Slicin’ n Shadin’

Throw that shade!
Cast a shadow!
We’re obviously worth it;
Because our light obviously hurts you.
We’ll keep on shining;
You keep shading.

Slicin’ n shadin’ ain’t gonna get you anywhere!
So instead find a passion;
Find something to put that energy into…
Ask me – I know,
I’ve been there before…
I’ve been the one doing the hurt,
Making people cry,
Making hearts bleed,
Letting my darkness dim shine.
I changed. So can you.

Light creates more energy;
Darkness only kills it.