xolisa stuurman

xolisa stuurman Poems

Beautiful soul…
I didn’t realize until another being reached out for my piece of writing.
With the corners of her smile,
I caught a glimpse of my soul, that I am a beautiful soul.
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Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond
Measure.
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How does one begin…?
Begin to move away from the things that do not best describe one.
Refrain from wearing the same shoes day in and out,
To a point where one lose realization of how small, big or weary the shoes have become.
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These Eyes


These eyes are created to care for me to see
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I once imagined it, but happened for real.
The touch tantalizes my body one moment i turn rigid,
and the next enveloped with careless motions.
The beat accelerates as the vapour from his lip condenses in my ear.
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I’m heart broken and in pain
The future lies in vain.
Certain of where I’m going,
Where I come from remain a wonder.
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In my dreams
I peacefully lay on my bed with my beautiful face on white linen,
That smells of bodily fluids that fuse against each other.
Exhaling air through nostrils,
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Don’t be afraid…

It was never an intension to love him; it was a blessing to fall in love.
Little did I know how a blessing can cause distractions, just because of love?
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Everytime i awake next to me lies a pain.
No matter which side i turn, it hurts even more than it did yesterday.
I curse and lay a quest to be left alone.
Yet am not understood why not delight in this vain.
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It doesn't matter anymore...

Whether the birds fly or the river runs through
Children are playing or uncles gone fishing
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I can‘t give up on love.
Though twice this heart has been torn in half.
Bled until blood could squeeze no more.
Moving vigorously for another chance to feel,
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Colour me blind so to shield me from a view.
Let me not see, hear or feel.
Allow me to dispair and not inspired.
Give a way to devil's work and let me be.
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I ran a bubble bath for him
Lit a candle with a scent of honey
Made him feel special with my own money
He gave me a smile
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Listen to a footstep as it taps around and about.
In corridors and passages that lead to gates,
Though closed it manages to break through bars
And land softly on ears close and far.
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The most perculiar thing about love, life and relationships it happens in the future, yet highly influenced by our past.
No matter how much we try to run away from it.
It's behind our unconscious mind, constantly reppear in the present.
A form of resurrection which goes to sleep with a dose of happiness.
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Who am I to think as I think?
Who am I to speak as I speak?
To be as I am.
To be what I can be.
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xolisa stuurman Biography

Born and bred in one of the largest township of all times.I am what you call a center in a netball sport for i'm an all rounder and could never stay put, not just physically, but mentaly and spiritually.I'm always in search of understanding what makes me, me through networking with the universe.Strange as it may seem there was a stage in my life, where i felt i didn't belong, fit in nor sure of my thoughts.For i understood and saw things in a different way as if i've been here before.I felt old in my soul, because all the things that fascinated my peers, where things i never found joy.Be it the music, books, entertainment the list goes on.By the time they started seeing things the way i did, i had already past that stage and found myself in a level where my own mother couldn't understand my world.I would talk about God as if i've met him, talked about the spirit world as if i lived there.Listened to music and read books that spoke ancient language, funny part i could understand.I started writting my thoughts down, because i found it hard explaining.Before i knew it i could compose something out of nothing.It's a journey i would ride again, if i should get another chance.Now here i am sharing my wondorous word and thoughts with people who understand exactly what i mean without explanation.Life is huge...just imagine.)

The Best Poem Of xolisa stuurman

Beautiful Soul

Beautiful soul…
I didn’t realize until another being reached out for my piece of writing.
With the corners of her smile,
I caught a glimpse of my soul, that I am a beautiful soul.
That’s what I’m made of…

When pen and paper draw such beauty on a face.
How much more can I do to awake such happiness, immersed in my being?
I always searched for ways.
To give just a little beat of me.
That’s who I live for, finally now I know that’s who I am.

I’m a beautiful soul.
I bring joy without wealth.
Make magic without wand.
Music with no sound.

I’m an instrument of the Highest.
That pays a price for being true.
For in this world
Happiness is a pursuit, gained only through constant rearrangement of oneself..
To fit a world created through concepts of low intuition.
Only to lose bits and pieces of myself.
To a world that fail to accommodate this soul.
For it no longer portrays my indigenous truth.
My beautiful Soul…

I age rapidly before my time.
Wrinkled skin wrapped in my skeletal bones with lines folded in bundles of threads.
I embark on journey masked in loneliness.
That’s what I live for, finally now I know that’s what I am.



Beautiful Soul…
I didn’t realize how careless I’ve become,
Until another soul reached for my piece of thinking.
Beautiful Soul
What have I made of you…?

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