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Call Ended – winterrosesite
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By Zee Magwaza (All about the deep, complex, and beautiful things in life, expressed through poetry). September 18, 2016. Swimming in dark substances By Zee (Zamile) Magwaza. I called you last night but you didn’t answer. That day I wore a white dress adorning my pitch black kinks with a touch of innocence. This was the first day I met you. Made my heart palpitate. Beating out of tune slippery hands on a bongo drum. Blood rushing under my skin. Momentarily obscuring the grim darkness within me. You made ...
Soul-Mate – winterrosesite
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By Zee Magwaza (All about the deep, complex, and beautiful things in life, expressed through poetry). July 27, 2016. Artwork: Root of Civilization Artist: Unknown. The soul that recognizes my own. Has dissipated into the world. Body crumbled and decomposed. Our hearts desires unfulfilled. And now I am alone. I cannot identify none like my own. These once vibrant eyes have searched through crowds and came up dry. No life to hold. To empty inside to cry. When his soul disappeared from the atmosphere. You a...
Life Can’t Be Buttered On Both Sides – winterrosesite
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By Zee Magwaza (All about the deep, complex, and beautiful things in life, expressed through poetry). Life Can’t Be Buttered On Both Sides. August 17, 2016. The lights ain’t as bright as they seem Split into two paths Eyes a bit hazy Future unseen Conflicted by addictions to afflictions That slice into heart arteries Fulfill your desires or build an empire That is the question you need to ask. Before the future you envision becomes the past you lost. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here.
Marks of Millenial Depression – winterrosesite
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By Zee Magwaza (All about the deep, complex, and beautiful things in life, expressed through poetry). Marks of Millenial Depression. May 26, 2016. Why are you crying little girl? I’m unable to wake up in the morning, get out of bed and stand. My dark room is the portal. And the bed my grave,. Leave me alone and let me stay. It beckons, it calls. Why are you being so childish? There is no explanation. Depression is beyond my comprehension. I cannot piece it together in speech. And so I resort to poetry.
Kisses – winterrosesite
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By Zee Magwaza (All about the deep, complex, and beautiful things in life, expressed through poetry). July 27, 2016. Kisses to the ghost that stole my heart. I no longer have feet. My dress sweeps across the floor. Essence swept away by the promises you left at my open door. Don’t come knocking again. I claim I have locked and buried the hatchet. But once you knock again. I am a ghost. Opening my door once more. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public).
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Overwhelming – Uncapturable.
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To the one who makes me feel like I am too much. Baby do you ever look at the stars and think that it’s too much? On cloudy nights is it not you who yearns to see atleast one star? On clear nights is it not you who watches the stars so much, I can see them twinkle in your eyes. What makes you think I’m anything less than a galaxy and I’m not made up of constellations? Do you ever look at the ocean and think that there’s too much water? But I became a flood- people like me aren’t meant to be small. Februa...
February 2016 – Uncapturable.
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Dear soul mate, I have never met you. But I have loved you since I was 18. I apologise in advance, sometimes I am paranoid-. And it will make me question everything, even your existence. I know my pages are scattered. Throughout my attempts to love another- please read me anyway. On some days I will treat you like you are the reason for my messed up childhood. When I let you go do not think I don’t love you- I am saving you. Call me at 1 am even if you’re laying beside me. Challenge me, I crave growth.
24 August 2015 – Uncapturable.
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She came into my room. Anger protruding from her eyes. Threw up her beauty on my floor. Pity it didn’t even fill up the space in my room. As you spoke your hurtful words. That leaped in the distance in between. Like claws, they scraped through my chest. And stole my voice. With her monotonous screeching. About the pain she’s in, never once admitting to the pain she caused. She shouted her empty apologies. That hit my ceiling like unanswered prayers. Shattered, and fell on my mind. August 27, 2015. You ar...
December 2016 – Uncapturable.
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To the one who makes me feel like I am too much. Baby do you ever look at the stars and think that it’s too much? On cloudy nights is it not you who yearns to see atleast one star? On clear nights is it not you who watches the stars so much, I can see them twinkle in your eyes. What makes you think I’m anything less than a galaxy and I’m not made up of constellations? Do you ever look at the ocean and think that there’s too much water? But I became a flood- people like me aren’t meant to be small. Februa...
24 August 2015 – Uncapturable.
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She came into my room. Anger protruding from her eyes. Threw up her beauty on my floor. Pity it didn’t even fill up the space in my room. As you spoke your hurtful words. That leaped in the distance in between. Like claws, they scraped through my chest. And stole my voice. With her monotonous screeching. About the pain she’s in, never once admitting to the pain she caused. She shouted her empty apologies. That hit my ceiling like unanswered prayers. Shattered, and fell on my mind. August 27, 2015. You ar...
Rea leboha (We thank you) – Uncapturable.
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Rea leboha (We thank you). Rea leboha. We Thank You. Because you didn’t just love me,. You loved my demons and all the skeletons of people I used to be. Rea leboha. On dark days,. The phone felt like the sun against my face. And your voice would fill me with light-. So if I couldn’t see around me, at least I could see within me. Rea leboha. You listened to my dreams and dreamt with me. You taught me how plant seeds of hope in my garden of pain. I learnt that pain is the most fertile soil for growth.
Skin – Uncapturable.
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My melanin is a weapon. I will never be unarmed. The colour of my skin is the “crime” I committ everyday. The colour of my skin is what I’m punished for everyday. My skin carries negative stereotypes. My skin carries intentions to kill, murder and steal. My skin is the greatest rebellion my body carries. My skin carries weapons only they see. They exploit our gold, our oil, and most importantly- our skin. The foundation of all their wealth is made from our skin. To be black and Brown. Our lives are like ...
Hurt. – Uncapturable.
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I do not think you’re beautiful anymore. In fact I hope that when you see this. My words jump out from this page. Why did you write me a poem and leave me? I hope that when you see this. My words come alive. And rip you apart. How dare you talk about woman empowerment? Yet you refuse to acknowledge my femininity. Is it because I love woman and suddenly that makes me a man? You’re disrespectful; I hope that when you see this. The words transform into an AK47. And shoot you in the spine. August 26, 2015.
Dear Soul Mate – Uncapturable.
https://lnairpoetry.wordpress.com/2016/02/15/dear-soul-mate
Dear soul mate, I have never met you. But I have loved you since I was 18. I apologise in advance, sometimes I am paranoid-. And it will make me question everything, even your existence. I know my pages are scattered. Throughout my attempts to love another- please read me anyway. On some days I will treat you like you are the reason for my messed up childhood. When I let you go do not think I don’t love you- I am saving you. Call me at 1 am even if you’re laying beside me. Challenge me, I crave growth.
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winterrosesite – By Zee Magwaza (All about the deep, complex, and beautiful things in life, expressed through poetry)
By Zee Magwaza (All about the deep, complex, and beautiful things in life, expressed through poetry). To Love a Bare Honey pot. November 27, 2016. Honeycomb By Julie Dillon Art. Their twisted crooked hands. Breaking the barrier of happiness. Crushing it’s core. Before its burst to life. My dreams of reincarnation. Are ashes I gather with holy hands. They scraped at my innermost sanctum. They did not know that I would not break before them. My mother’s soothing voice taught me patience. To protect a love.
She Who Hears the Cries of the World: Fiction and Articles by Winter Ross
She Who Hears the Cries of the World: Fiction and Articles by Winter Ross. Wednesday, July 1, 2015. National Federation of Press Women, Communications Award. For the short story, "Orienting Heaven". Friday, January 2, 2015. Small openings in the foot thick wall would have allowed the sea air to circulate. What fires must have had to burn all day here? And at what toil was fuel carried, on bent backs, up these steep stairways? How often has someone counted the high tides of this place? The Holiness of Dirt.
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