A tiny love story written on a Sunday.
Maybe Monday was just too crazed for something so delicate as buying flowers. You always came on a Tuesday, always bought the
Zilla Schoeman
November 10, 2019
I Know
I know rejection and judgment well I had to live with it Through all hardship The pain I carried alone The long
Lizelle Jacobs
May 10, 2019
A type of poem of type
Unable to tell the extravagant storyPictograms conceded the gloryThe Phoenicians roughly threw in the towelTill the Greeks decided to buy a vowel
Basjan Bernard
April 1, 2019
Perfect
a perfect day?no guilt no feara perfect hour?no angst no shamea perfect minute?no nauseating angera perfect second?having youseeing you perfect’s illusiveillusively frailbeguilingly
Zilla Schoeman
March 5, 2019
The Inorganic Chemistry of Sapiens
Notice a dead leafIt can crunchBut never squish If ever even had a wishA tree, I think it would But then againChopped
Basjan Bernard
January 24, 2019