Poeticrae born Raynolds Moseamedi, South Africa, Limpopo, Tzaneen a student in Tshwane University of technology...
The heart bares more love than all the hate bared by the mind and still all is from the mind...
death is a fool who skipped school and now stealing from those who made it.
Life is not your friend but the best of it, feel what it brings not what is in it.
Pain is not to be endured, we just have to look at it in an adventurous way.
My idiosyncracity defines another me hiding from the open world, when time set revealed a Kho-kho bird shalt pop out.
Sinking in lies, suffocating in life
All a trap by a thought meant to wreak
Meant to bring awe in those who felt blind
Hope in those who felt lost to despair
A fighting chance to those who were about to desist
But I'm caught, caught trying not succeeding
Caught going but not arriving
Life is now my captor
And despair is now my home.