She withered away when he left.
Her petals dropped one by one with each tear that she shed for him.
The vibrant red rose turned black from the loss of love that was given to her for the past 25 years.
Hours turned into days, turned into weeks, turned into months and a new rose bloomed.
Different from the first one.
It blooms differently.
It has a different colour.
A different smell.
A different purpose.
Once again our rose has bloomed.
WordPress.com is excited to announce our newest offering: a course just for beginning bloggers where you’ll learn everything you need to know about blogging from the most trusted experts in the industry. We have helped millions of blogs get up and running, we know what works, and we want you to to know everything we know. This course provides all the fundamental skills and inspiration you need to get your blog started, an interactive community forum, and content updated annually.
I pick up my pen and try to write
But nothing makes sense
Like the voices in my head
Replaying every word they said
Maybe if I put ink into paper
I’ll feel lighter
The voices will become quieter
And I’ll be able to finally breathe
Maybe if I shout it out to the world to hear
And the world echoes back
I’ll know that I’m not the only one
That hears voices in my head
And once this poem comes to an end
I would have healed
A part of me that was broken
But I don’t know how many poems
I’d have to write
For me to be healed entirely.
His love woke her
She found it difficult to breathe when he touched her
Her heart became full
Goosebumps filled her entire body
Passion took over
One look into his eyes
And they told her
That he was sincere
Before he could open his mouth
Before he could open his mouth
Hers locked with his
They pressed on his lips
With so much emotion….vulnerability
As if she would lose him
If she let go
The earth stopped rotating
She lived in his world
Her world became his
Intertwined into a galaxy
Of their feelings for each other.
![Screenshot_20200414-074916[1]](https://florawora.files.wordpress.com/2020/05/screenshot_20200414-0749161-e1589043717625.jpg)
It has to be the beach. It calms me.
![IMG-20190830-WA0038[1]](https://florawora.files.wordpress.com/2020/05/img-20190830-wa00381.jpg)
2. Do you consider yourself special? Why/why not?
Of course I do. Well…there is no reason per se. I just know that I am 🙂
3. What does your favourite quotation mean to you?
Oof this is a hard one. I have a lot to choose from. My favourite quotation has to come from the poetry book “Salt” by Nayirrah Waheed.
“feel it. the thing that you don’t want to feel. feel it and be free”
I always think about this quote whenever I feel like writing something because I usually suppress my feelings. I don’t want it to be “too much” when I write.
4. How has your blog changed since you started?
I believe I am evolving as a writer. The way I express myself. My style of writing. I believe I have grown over the past few years and you can see that as you go through my blog. I also decided to incorporate pictures to give my poems more life.
5. What would you do if you couldn’t fail or be rejected?
I would publish my first poetry book. Make Florawora a household name and inspire others with my poetry. Oh and of course get the best job the legal industry has to offer 🙂
6. What do you admire about yourself?
My patience.
7. Early bird or night owl?
Definitely night owl. I cannot wake up early to save my life. Or if I do, just know I have snoozed the alarm clock five times or so.
8. What is one thing you want to master?
Learning the German language. I know I will get there eventually.
9. Describe the object that is most precious to you.
My poetry book.
10. Do you believe that destiny/fate is pre-determined or that you can change it?
I believe it is predetermined, there is nothing you can do to change what has been written for you.
11. What’s your favourite way to get organised?
Creating a to do list. Works every single time.
I Nominate:
My Questions To You:
Her heart kept breaking
Until she found someone to mend it for her
He did his best to heal her
He gave her his heart to carry wherever she went
Not used to holding hearts she became clumsy and broke it
Now as she tries to mend his heart back
Her heart mends as well
But once in a while she gets pricked by the sharp edges of his broken heart.
If love could speak
It would tell you that you make her whole
And that through your love
She loves herself even more
It would show you how her heart beats faster and slower when you’re there
How her eyes sparkle
Like stars in the night sky
Her mind as beautiful and peaceful
As the galaxy
Love would tell you how her whole solar system aligns
The moment she sets her eyes on you
It would tell you how you’re her world
Her universe
Her everything
He kissed me and it was deadly
My red lips turned black
Sense and reasoning left me
He touched me and it was suffocating
My body turned into stone
And I could slowly feel myself dying
He told me things that were fiction
My reality slowly vanishing
Started living in my own fantasy
I’ve been blind whenever I see Or hear your name
Flowers cover my eyes
Because the truth is too painful to bear
You’re a rose with thorns
I’m a bull with horns
That charges when it sees red
Cover my face with flowers
To wipe away the tears
Let them not see how ashamed I am that i choose to chase unrequited love
SAME SEX LOVE” IN CONSERVATIVE AFRICA: A reality or an illusion?
In Africa, including my own country Malawi the topic of same sex love / homosexuality is a taboo subject( for this paper what’s known as same sex love will also be referenced to as homosexuality) . Rarely paid attention to, rarely discussed from the household level to the general public. It is commonly believed by most Africans, Malawians included that homosexuality is evil, un-African and all sorts of damaging beliefs attached.
The backbone or roots associated with this conservative thinking can be traced down to the patriarchal system. Briefly breaking it down the patriarchal system is grounded on “male superiority” hence the reality is we are currently living in a world which is fighting male domination. This domination seems to have infiltrated everywhere including the need to control sexuality.
A majority of people in Africa are convinced that males…
View original post 916 more words
You look into my eyes and tell me sweet nothings
The same eyes that caught a glimpse of you
Before I knew I was falling
You give me promises
With your eyes wide open and sincere
My eyes twinkle with expectations
They admire your words
As the days go by
My eyes become blank
No life is instilled in them
As your mere words were just that…words
No action
And the twinkle that was once there turns into anger and regret
How can they be fooled once again?
From tears to blood-shot eyes to being swollen
My eyes will give nothing away from the eyes that will catch a glimpse of them
There will be no soul that you’ll see once you look into them
Just emptiness
From empty promises
