Light became the darkness
And blue looked like red
And the lace where he slept
Became a cage and not a bed.
He was going insane as
Black became white,
As joy became fake,
As flee became fight.
As anger became common
And tears became a friend.
As life became a blur,
As reality began to bend,
As words became forced
And silence was his way.
As his demons became his companions
And night became his day.
As he stayed inside and tried to hide
And he watched life from window pane
He slipped in and out reality.
He was slowly going insane.
© Uwais Coetzee
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Saturday, 25 May 2019
Is it a Sin? ~ Uwais Coetzee
Is it a sin when someone
Leaves a place?
Not only leaves but
Leaves no trace.
Is it a sin to want what
Left you behind without waiting to turn?
Is it a sin to want to punish
Yourself and free them but take their burn?
Is it a sin to be all that you are
And possess so troubled a past?
Is it fair that what started so
Quick would burst in flames so fast?
I know that nothing lasts forever
And nothing that we have stays
But even though we separate we
Didn’t have to go separate ways.
Is it a sin to want
Things so desperately much
That you become conflicted
With pain as such?
Is it a sin to be wanted?
Is it a sin to feel lust?
Is it a sin to feel broken
By the breaking of trust?
Is it a sin to feel jealous because
You’re all I want to be?
Is it a sin to have you want me
Just for me?
© Uwais Coetzee
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Leaves a place?
Not only leaves but
Leaves no trace.
Is it a sin to want what
Left you behind without waiting to turn?
Is it a sin to want to punish
Yourself and free them but take their burn?
Is it a sin to be all that you are
And possess so troubled a past?
Is it fair that what started so
Quick would burst in flames so fast?
I know that nothing lasts forever
And nothing that we have stays
But even though we separate we
Didn’t have to go separate ways.
Is it a sin to want
Things so desperately much
That you become conflicted
With pain as such?
Is it a sin to be wanted?
Is it a sin to feel lust?
Is it a sin to feel broken
By the breaking of trust?
Is it a sin to feel jealous because
You’re all I want to be?
Is it a sin to have you want me
Just for me?
© Uwais Coetzee
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Haiku & Other Poems ~ Uwais Coetzee
Haiku
She just might have been
The embodiment of all
I needed to know.
Home
They say that love
Is where the heart is.
But who ever said that home
Needs to be a place?
Comparison
If only she knew,
He compared the
Brightest stars to
Her dullest moments
And she won by far.
© Uwais Coetzee
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Life ~ Uwais Coetzee
I like the idea of us separating
And walking our separate ways
To someday meet again
Face to face.
Because nothing really ends
Not even life. It just continues
In the lives of those that it
Touched, in those that it felt,
In those that it held on the
Nights that holding ourselves together
Became our only objective.
Life is the life and life is
The light. Life is the darkest
Moments of the night. Life will
Always come even try as you might
To avoid the pain that you try to
Fight because even when the
Stars don’t shine, even when
You were never mine, even when
Wrong was close to right, the light
Always shines at the end of the night.
© Uwais Coetzee
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And walking our separate ways
To someday meet again
Face to face.
Because nothing really ends
Not even life. It just continues
In the lives of those that it
Touched, in those that it felt,
In those that it held on the
Nights that holding ourselves together
Became our only objective.
Life is the life and life is
The light. Life is the darkest
Moments of the night. Life will
Always come even try as you might
To avoid the pain that you try to
Fight because even when the
Stars don’t shine, even when
You were never mine, even when
Wrong was close to right, the light
Always shines at the end of the night.
© Uwais Coetzee
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Intangible ~ Uwais Coetzee
He lives in the age of evil minds
And pretty faces.
Broken worlds but
Perfect places.
Deadly people with
Beautiful souls
And large hearts
That are filled with holes.
He lives in a world of
Blue eyes and blue lives
Of beautiful people with beautiful
Hearts that are hurt as soon as he
Meets them. Of people that might be
His were the circumstances different.
He came into peoples lives at just the right
Time, the time in which he could fall in
The love so hard that the lover didn’t know
He did. A love that was so deep he never
Stopped falling. With his feet having caved
And her feet solidly planted she was the
Root of his living abyss. The only solid thing
In his life was the only thing intangible to him.
© Uwais Coetzee
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And pretty faces.
Broken worlds but
Perfect places.
Deadly people with
Beautiful souls
And large hearts
That are filled with holes.
He lives in a world of
Blue eyes and blue lives
Of beautiful people with beautiful
Hearts that are hurt as soon as he
Meets them. Of people that might be
His were the circumstances different.
He came into peoples lives at just the right
Time, the time in which he could fall in
The love so hard that the lover didn’t know
He did. A love that was so deep he never
Stopped falling. With his feet having caved
And her feet solidly planted she was the
Root of his living abyss. The only solid thing
In his life was the only thing intangible to him.
© Uwais Coetzee
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Saturday, 18 May 2019
Misfits ~ Uwais Coetzee
We sit in darkness and we
Wonder if there is anyone like us. If
Anyone is ever the same kind of broken,
The same kind of misfit to where
We fall together and stay there
Forever. That’s all that we’ve
Ever been, a generation of misfits
That is trying to find our own
Piece of the society without ever
Possibly realizing that we were
Never built to fit the puzzle and
We were never meant to conform
To the norm. We were always
Meant to be the puzzle piece that
Had one too many jagged edges, we
Were always meant to be the
Light that shone too bright.
None of us were meant to fit
The obscene moulds, we were
Always meant to break free because
Who ever meets someone and gets
Excited because they’re just like me?
©Uwais Coetzee
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Wonder if there is anyone like us. If
Anyone is ever the same kind of broken,
The same kind of misfit to where
We fall together and stay there
Forever. That’s all that we’ve
Ever been, a generation of misfits
That is trying to find our own
Piece of the society without ever
Possibly realizing that we were
Never built to fit the puzzle and
We were never meant to conform
To the norm. We were always
Meant to be the puzzle piece that
Had one too many jagged edges, we
Were always meant to be the
Light that shone too bright.
None of us were meant to fit
The obscene moulds, we were
Always meant to break free because
Who ever meets someone and gets
Excited because they’re just like me?
©Uwais Coetzee
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Irrational ~ Uwais Coetzee
He was illogical, irrational
And no one knew why because
Not many people understand a troubled soul,
Not many people have ever felt cold,
Not externally but when the fire
Of your life burns out inside,
When the cold breath of a love
Has turned your tide
And love cannot change
When the circumstances do
Because if it did it
Was never love at all.
Because love is irrational
And doesn’t make sense
And in its presence, nothing ever does.
Because ‘E’ does not equal MC
Squares do not have equal side
By side is not next to
Be or not to because
Logic does not equal
Love.
© Uwais Coetzee
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And no one knew why because
Not many people understand a troubled soul,
Not many people have ever felt cold,
Not externally but when the fire
Of your life burns out inside,
When the cold breath of a love
Has turned your tide
And love cannot change
When the circumstances do
Because if it did it
Was never love at all.
Because love is irrational
And doesn’t make sense
And in its presence, nothing ever does.
Because ‘E’ does not equal MC
Squares do not have equal side
By side is not next to
Be or not to because
Logic does not equal
Love.
© Uwais Coetzee
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Refuge ~ Uwais Coetzee
After saying I wouldn’t
I sit here ready to write.
Ready with gun in hand yet
Steady, unprepared to fight.
Is anyone ever ready for war?
Is anyone ready to battle?
Does anyone willingly go into the dark
With nothing but hope and pain as
Reminders of the light?
Is anyone ready to fight?
I write, not because I enjoy seeing
Pain on paper but put pen on paper
To see the pain you caused, instead
Of feel it. If seeing this pain is
More refuge than feeling it, I’d write
To you about you and me so you’d see
The damage hope could cause. I write
In hopes of finding the comfort that I never
Found in you. It’s funny how we seek
Acceptance and refuge from the sources of
The pain. It’s like trying to sooth a bullet
Wound with a pistol still hot from the shot.
© Uwais Coetzee
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I sit here ready to write.
Ready with gun in hand yet
Steady, unprepared to fight.
Is anyone ever ready for war?
Is anyone ready to battle?
Does anyone willingly go into the dark
With nothing but hope and pain as
Reminders of the light?
Is anyone ready to fight?
I write, not because I enjoy seeing
Pain on paper but put pen on paper
To see the pain you caused, instead
Of feel it. If seeing this pain is
More refuge than feeling it, I’d write
To you about you and me so you’d see
The damage hope could cause. I write
In hopes of finding the comfort that I never
Found in you. It’s funny how we seek
Acceptance and refuge from the sources of
The pain. It’s like trying to sooth a bullet
Wound with a pistol still hot from the shot.
© Uwais Coetzee
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Promise
People promise things
That never seem to materialize.
There are promises made
From sunset to sunrise,
Things that are said,
Things that we do
Leave others and ourselves
Feeling inevitably blue.
Gold rings and golden hearts
Are almost never the same.
The ones we thought we taught
The rules are the ones in charge of the game.
Word in life are
Unfortunately, a must
But most time times they’re
The spears that break our trust.
We promise things to others
Every single day.
We promise them a world
But we take theirs away.
© Uwais Coetzee
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That never seem to materialize.
There are promises made
From sunset to sunrise,
Things that are said,
Things that we do
Leave others and ourselves
Feeling inevitably blue.
Gold rings and golden hearts
Are almost never the same.
The ones we thought we taught
The rules are the ones in charge of the game.
Word in life are
Unfortunately, a must
But most time times they’re
The spears that break our trust.
We promise things to others
Every single day.
We promise them a world
But we take theirs away.
© Uwais Coetzee
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Paradoxes ~ Uwais Coetzee
Paradox
He was awake at 3am
Thoughts that flooded his mind
During the day now plagued
His thoughts at night.
Flashes of blue, white
Shades of the darkness were
The only things he wanted.
Tranquillity in chaos.
Peace in war.
Happiness in depression.
His mind was on the fore.
The grounds on which he built
His logic was skewed.
The fields in which his
Feelings fled, was burning.
The reality in which his
Heart bled, was aching.
Entirely. Completely.
A holy hole was filling him
Wholly.
The only paradox of existence:
It’s weird how emptiness fills our space.
Paradoxical Happiness
I know one day I’ll find
Love again and this time she’ll love me
Back. She’ll love me regardless of all the things
that I don’t have, regardless of all I lack.
She’ll love the person that you left in
The background. She’ll love the one who
Will always be there for her. In times
Of pain and in times of hurt love will
Be on the other end of the equation for
Once. A wise person once told me that
It takes a year and a day for pain to
Go away. Take a year to find that happiness
Like a golden treasure and add another day
Just for good measure. It’s not like I
Hate you, it’s just that love gets to a point
Where it hurts just as much as hate. And
One day if you finally decide that I was
Good enough for you, when you see who is
There, I might not be there. Because I know I’ll
Find happiness. Paradoxical happiness and it doesn’t
Seem fair. I’ll find happiness but you just
May not be there.
© Uwais Coetzee
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Saturday, 11 May 2019
Runaway ~ Uwais Coetzee
I am fine most of the time
And honestly that’s true
But when I get myself down
I become inevitably blue.
I become alone in a crowd,
Solitary confinement sent there
By me. Judged by a judge that
Has no degree, that has no experience
In anything other than being human.
Thoughts of hopes that I wished
To attain but like a runaway
Train it bashed on my tracks
And it just led to pain. People say
Pain is how we know we’re alive
But way more wrong than right
Has ever been said because pain
For me simply feels dead.
The runaway train that is the
Thought of you is a paradox.
I like to think of trains, but like
You, a runaway is hard to catch.
© Uwais Coetzee
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And honestly that’s true
But when I get myself down
I become inevitably blue.
I become alone in a crowd,
Solitary confinement sent there
By me. Judged by a judge that
Has no degree, that has no experience
In anything other than being human.
Thoughts of hopes that I wished
To attain but like a runaway
Train it bashed on my tracks
And it just led to pain. People say
Pain is how we know we’re alive
But way more wrong than right
Has ever been said because pain
For me simply feels dead.
The runaway train that is the
Thought of you is a paradox.
I like to think of trains, but like
You, a runaway is hard to catch.
© Uwais Coetzee
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Freedom, Shine, Home ~ Uwais Coetzee
Freedom
Only when awake
Do you stare at me like people stare
At walls: heartless and nonchalant. In
A way I guess I deserve that look from
You because all I ever did was
Support you without ever asking to be
Anything more than close to you.
All I’ve ever wanted was you or to
Stop feeling for you completely. It’s
Your fault that your name became synonymous
With love for me. You’ll always be the one
But I want to be free.
Shine
Even if we don’t shine forever,
Shine so brightly,
That no matter how briefly,
Your life is seen.
Home
They say that love
Is where the heart is.
But who ever said that home
Needs to be a place?
© Uwais Coetzee
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Stories ~ Uwais Coetzee
He told her stories of his childhood,
Stories from his past,
Of how his years and days
Went by so fast.
Of how he was always
By life bound
And how he always stayed
Close to the ground.
Of how his friends spoke
Behind his back
And of all the admirable
Qualities he’d lack.
He spoke of skies
And of the sea
Of how he envied the
Birds that were free,
Of how he loved winter
And savoured the cold
And how that was weird
Or so he was told.
He spoke of his demons
And things from deep within
And almost all the things
That lay beneath his skin.
He said he was in love
And it made his love a blur
But never did he ever say
That it was her.
© Uwais Coetzee
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Stories from his past,
Of how his years and days
Went by so fast.
Of how he was always
By life bound
And how he always stayed
Close to the ground.
Of how his friends spoke
Behind his back
And of all the admirable
Qualities he’d lack.
He spoke of skies
And of the sea
Of how he envied the
Birds that were free,
Of how he loved winter
And savoured the cold
And how that was weird
Or so he was told.
He spoke of his demons
And things from deep within
And almost all the things
That lay beneath his skin.
He said he was in love
And it made his love a blur
But never did he ever say
That it was her.
© Uwais Coetzee
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We Live in an Age ~ Uwais Coetzee
We live in an age of
Bright screens and finger clicks,
Of loud music but faltering voices.
We sit and stand facing screens
As if our faces were never
Meant to face each other.
Screens replaced face
And life was filled with races
As if we were meant to compete
With each other and not ourselves.
Technology replaces human interaction
And likes replaced love.
Nobody else can feel anything for you,
The rain on our skin,
The sky and sun, screaming in your face.
The feeling of love by feeling grace
And the satisfaction of finishing things by
Following you’re your own pace.
Screens may replace faces and music
Replaces voices, likes may try as it might
But love can always come to the light.
© Uwais Coetzee
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Bright screens and finger clicks,
Of loud music but faltering voices.
We sit and stand facing screens
As if our faces were never
Meant to face each other.
Screens replaced face
And life was filled with races
As if we were meant to compete
With each other and not ourselves.
Technology replaces human interaction
And likes replaced love.
Nobody else can feel anything for you,
The rain on our skin,
The sky and sun, screaming in your face.
The feeling of love by feeling grace
And the satisfaction of finishing things by
Following you’re your own pace.
Screens may replace faces and music
Replaces voices, likes may try as it might
But love can always come to the light.
© Uwais Coetzee
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