Biography of Loraine Lotter
Loraine grew up in Gauteng, South Africa, where she graduated from high school in 2009. She discovered her passion for art at a very young age; writing and publishing poems through MemmoriesSa, as well as sketching and creating various short stories. It was only after graduating when she wrote her first full-length novel, entitled “My heart, his soul.”
She enjoys writing young adult, fiction and romance novels, and at the same time likes trying out different genres every once in a while.
“It’s good to be flexible when you’re a writer. There’s so many different things to experience in this world, and I think it’s important for any artist to sometimes take risks and think outside the box.” –L.L
Even though she’s only published one novel so far, she isn’t planning on stopping any time soon. Now, as a published author at the age of 20, she’s stydying graphic and advertising design whilst continuing writing the rest of the books in the Heart and Soul saga as well as a few other different novels.
“It’s something I don’t think I can ever give up now. I think, maybe I’m addicted. Ha-ha! ” –L.L / October 2011
Loraine Lotter's Works:
Fruits of thought ~ Nocturne ~ My heart, his soul ~ Available at amazon.com and Memories SA.
Loraine Lotter Poems
If my name was Cinderella You could be the prince I could wear my sparkling prom dress We could fall in love the moment our eyes meet
Vandag Is Nie Totsiens Nie
“Ek sal jou nooit nie vergeet.” Dis die woorde deur Ouma gespreek. Deur ‘n Engel se stem, wat ons almal sal mis,
Woman And Child Abuse
Is it just because we're defenceless, or is it because we're young, that you always use violence against us Should hat be the way it's done?
I Found Love
I found love in a strange place A place I never thought it would be but it seemed to have proven me wrong For love has already caught me
Crazy In Love
Chasing after you, for time and time again Watching all your moves, keep asking myself when.
Love Should Be Easy
You’re all alone in the darkness on the deck. It’s a Saturday night and you’re hurt again. So I made you laugh at me because what the heck, love should be easy.
Beckon me to stay tonight. Switch off the light, flatter me with those eyes. This is something I never thought of me, something you never should have let me be.
Verlief En Verlore
Met 'n hart van goud is hy geseën 'n skitterende glimlag, verdwaalde oë. Hoe voel dit om te lewe in 'n leuen? Net hy sal weet.
Jy is my lolliepop as ek sakgeld kry, Jy is die veld waarin my skapies wei. Jy is die pad waarop ek daagliks ry,
Please allow me to speak up for what you did to me, when you played God and trampled on my insecurities. It started on the day your kisses felt cold on my lips, and I was too caught up and blinded by my ignorance.
I can still hear the soft beat of the night. the weight of the silence as we stood side by side, the warmth of your hand as I tried to hold on, I felt so fragile, but still played along.
Beneath the damage, you can see … Lying beneath the ashes of the mess I call my life, you see me …
Raindrops fall on the grassland underneath. I’m self-absorbed by the hunger within me. Standing barefoot, lurking beyond the heath,
Toe ek klein was het ek gehoor
van hisse en 'n ding met 'n lang oor.
Van 'n pop wat op 'n ashoop lê
en 'n kous wat nog 'n maatjies wil hê.
Van 'n olifant wat kan vlieg
en 'n seun van hout wat baie kon lieg.