Gerhardus Retief : Writing

The number

The number

A Poem by Gerhardus Retief


Dear little sweet cloud beyond the heaven. For eternity they are released onto the number seven. There is no point in the meaning thats about to sho..
Tell me

Tell me

A Poem by Gerhardus Retief


I have been needing for you to tell me to go home. Saturate in light instead of dark rise up from my grave. To stop haunting your memories of missin..
Can do without

Can do without

A Poem by Gerhardus Retief


Yell, Lie ,Betray, Crush these are the things I can do without. Even when I'm talking to you its the heart that talks. But in return there was mostl..
The sun is getting lonely

The sun is getting lonely

A Poem by Gerhardus Retief


I think it shines because there is a windy gun held against it's head. Maybe its crying in explosions because it can never see darkness up there...
My other side

My other side

A Poem by Gerhardus Retief


The filthy liquid boils within me, red as the blood curling screams I hear. To see the world in black and white. Something made me leave the light...
Your memory

Your memory

A Poem by Gerhardus Retief


Look at the black roses being thrown down at us. Like princes we carry your long coffin in the rain into the dark burial. Where everyone rests forev..
Beating timebomb

Beating timebomb

A Poem by Gerhardus Retief


It starts from the top to the bottom. A living time bomb born inside a sack of blood. The core of the heart is it's safety an beating clock. Being ..
Believe me I am a liar

Believe me I am a liar

A Poem by Gerhardus Retief


How can you trust me when you never believe me? I am the liar of lyrics that made you believe in freedom. Would you mind if I killed you in your sle..
Pride in nothing

Pride in nothing

A Poem by Gerhardus Retief


I could mention any crusader though who reacts to armor in a rusty sound. This is the way a soldier moves in a snowy reunion. To meet his enemy ..
Kind of heart in a coma?

Kind of heart in a coma?

A Poem by Gerhardus Retief


Tick tock tick tock says the slow moving clock. Endless ecstasy flow of feeling through a endless coma. I can't feel but only dream of you. Is that..