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Side effects: abnormal thinking (disorientation, delusions or loss of sense of reality) anxiety behaviour changes (aggressiveness, agitation, outbursts of anger, unusual excitement, nervousness or irritability) confusion convulsions drowsiness and weakness fatigue depersonalization hostility apathy Check ☑ Life's good.  

Forgive and Forget   Forgive me for my trespasses the things unsaid more so for the harshness and words I've uttered Wash me clean from the sins of the past Clothe me in the finest silk and parade me around as your most prized possession Then put me away in your glass cabinet Forever seen with the... Continue Reading →

Das Ende

  rot die Rose erblünt mit Liebe unbemerkt langsam verwelkt sie tot - Nikki Leibbrandt (2014) Wrote this Elfchen for my German class in my first year at university. Just rediscovered it and thought I would share it. A juxtaposition between the lifespan of a rose and human relationships.

Country of My Skull

I just finished reading Country of My Skull by Antjie Krog and thought I would share my favourite passages. The book plunges into the intricate workings of the Truth and Reconciliation Commission to show the atrocities committed between 1960 and 1993 during Apartheid. Through testimonies of victims and perpetrators a haunting history is sketched. The... Continue Reading →

My Friend, Enya   I grew up listening to this mystical voice. Listening to her music always gives my a very strange and vague feeling of deja vu. An eerie familiarity that is almost ghostly. This other-worldly essence takes me back to my childhood and washes over me like waves, clearing my mind of troublesome thoughts. Her... Continue Reading →

The Use of “Fictioneers” to synthesize a whole: The Emerging of a Novelist’s Self in J.M. Coetzee’s Summertime.

In Summertime by the South African Nobel Prize-winning novelist, J.M. Coetzee, an extreme postmodern self-consciousness of writing the Self emerges. Coetzee continues to state in an interview that all writing is autobiographical: “everything that you write, including criticism and fiction, writes you as you write it” (Atwell 117). Coetzee, aware of his status as public... Continue Reading →

A Freezing Summer’s Day

We remember not memories for merely their aesthetic value, but also for the emotions expressed, capturing the essence of the euphoria or melancholy in an infinite state that can be accessed at any given time. Life can be divided into two sections- the living and death- wherein only the living can contain, make and access... Continue Reading →

To You

  Sorry That is all I want to say But it is a few years too late If you wondered why: the 'middle (wo)man' made me do it. I did watch Forest Gump like you asked I hated it, absolutely hated it. Why do/did you love it? Still find it hilarious how you recommended Taylor... Continue Reading →

Mermaid Mania

  "I am a siren, and for my adoration of mankind, have been caught in fishing nets one time too many. And in those fishing nets I have learned too many unfavorable things about human intentions and the lack of trust and goodwill; I'm not going to allow myself to be caught, anymore. Sirens do... Continue Reading →


Round and round on the merry-go-round life is a circus and you are the clown.   Fireworks in your head to muffle the suffocating silence with Your red nose to mark  your inner violence.   Lifeless blood encircles your mute mouth Your upside-down smile welcomes wide-eyed wanderers.   You stumble through the Wonderland with Double vision wondering... Continue Reading →


    Countless memories of mayhem  Screaming at the edges of my sanity Seeping out of the cracks of my battered brain (No control over what fades Or what chooses to stay permanently imprinted) Evaporating into the poisoned air It infects everything the eye sees: Morphing Deforming Destroying Until my small world is covered With... Continue Reading →


  The void is saturated with darkness filled with the thoughts of a thousand venomous fallen angels hatred, anguish and revenge seeps through the cracks of sanity the mind, impregnated with the Calvinists doctrine about my damned soul: destined to join the reigns of Beelzebub in a fiery fortress of torture immobile in terror of... Continue Reading →


  A Language of Waves and Radiation "Where's my Dylar?" Life saturated with static stimuli: a distraction from the journey to the grave. Minds fed with codes: Eat This, Wear That, Do It, Stop It. Eyes filtered with simulacrum: It's Real, It's Real, It's Real. We create a new universe, a new aura to uphold... Continue Reading →

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