Your words enter my mind
Like a tsunami
Causing havoc to my mental state
Your words flood my chest
Until it becomes hard to breathe
The water rises until it gets stuck in my throat
Creating a lump
Making it hard to speak
The words that come out of my mouth shake
The tsunami in my head tries to find an exit
And in the end
I wipe the tears off my cheeks
A glass of wine for every sin you’ve made
A broken glass for each heart break
And now it’s time to stand in line
Ms Sinner
Walk barefoot on the shattered glasses you created
Ms Sinner
Leave the tap open
And drown yourself with your sorrows
Ms Sinner
Let the running water engulf your entire being
Ms Sinner
This is no fairytale
You won’t be awaken by a gentle kiss
Of a person that truly loves you
A tear from their cheeks won’t revive
The death that you’ve created over the years
Ms Sinner.
He took out his pen and started writing on her chest
with each stroke she responded with affirmation and love so deep no words would come out
As he flipped her so that he can start on a new page
She welcomed him with open legs
With each stroke of his pen he left a mark to be read by her
A mark to be read by others
That he was hers and that their story has been embedded in each other’s bodies
So that when they make love
Their souls can tell the story.
With each petal that falls
She loses her beauty
Her shine
Her colour
The flower that once bloomed
Frowns as it sheds its petals
It has gotten dark and cold
The sun has stopped shining her way
And she stopped looking for something
To brighten her day
As the last petal falls
She learns her fate
He loves her not.
(c) Sarah Lee
I’ve waved my last white flag
My heart has left my body so I don’t feel that ache anymore
If I’m so beautiful and smart and perfect
But unworthy of something real
Then let them gaze at my beauty
Let their mouths water with lust as their eyes mark my every curve
And may their claws remain outside the cage that I have built over the years
A cage that I call freedom.
Her words do not Flo
As they used to
Portraying passion with every stroke
Her pen took on a blank page
This writer is now out of ink
Her candle does not burn with anticipation of finding a new flame
Her waters are calming
But uninvitng
But just like a butterfly
She will one day bloom and soar
With wings so beautiful
And fill pages with colours vibrant enough to
Cover a gloomy past.
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.
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.
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It has to be the beach. It calms me.
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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.
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