Biography of Zandi Wardle
Author of the poetry book titled: Thoughts of a Twin Girl. Film maker and writer / director of a film titled: Lindeni. Artist, song writer and Song Bird.
Zandi Wardle's Works:
Thoughts Of A Twin Girl
Zandi Wardle Poems
Oh restore me and fix me as you, Mold me gently and breathe in me a new spirit. I am like a lost bird that has built a nest in a forbidden tree. Oh how I need you to own me in your courtesy and make me a new creature.
I Love You
I write what I feel and I treasure what I love… Hello. A thought of you stimulates my brain, It Allows me to smile making my heart almost skip a beat,
Effortlessly, it all falls into place just know, it's time.
I Fell But I Am Rising
Flashes blink bright as they flicker against my eyes, It’s like an illusion that is meant to intentionally illustrate something My vision Is almost unclear, To me…It feels like a warning… oh well, I fell but I am rising.
Oh hold me before I fall in deep Don’t let these demons drag me into this pit. If she could just cross this mark they persist, I hesitate with the tip of my toes pressing on the ground,
You left my heart pouring with sadness when you said: You liked her… All this time I thought you were feeling me but instead I was lying to myself; I didn’t see the signs clearly,
Let my mind flourish in great memories as I escape into a world I once lived in. let my mind be neurished in the thoughts of my own past... When my loved ones still lived, when my dreams seamed real...
Have You Met Her?
One glimpse at her and you already have an idea… Firm and yet easy on the eyes…you will look and look again Her eyes so catchy you’d swear she is about to say something…relax She is calm by nature, yet with that sensual structure that makes you want to keep stiring…
Lend Me Your Shoe Strings
Lend me your shoe strings for the journey ahead is great! As I take a step each day, I will not go with my shoes untied in this bumpy field, The thorns that grow in those bushes could pierce my feet and poke my ankles, The journey has begun, oh out of my way please!
Maybe you haven’t been warned Maybe you took me for granted Oh yes you underestimated me, But I say…try me! ! !
By The Bench.
I have come to think that maybe love isn’t for me. Each time, I hope; crossing my fingers that the one I meet is the one. I have quit looking for the best qualities but I now hope for the one who’ll make me smile. I have fed my brain with knowledge that could help me get prepared for this war,
It Scares Me
I’m haunted by my own thoughts. I feel like my head is heavy, my brain is overwhelmed, If I were to put it all in painting… it would be surreal. It all provokes the inner me, I sit by myself thinking,
Tear Me Apart
Oh tear me apart and keep torturing me Make me sad and see me unhappy Let me regret loving a fool With your deeds... let me stay, Let others keep asking why I dwell?
This wound hurts internally, Yet it causes me to scratch vigorously, I guess it would have been better if it were external. My skin is now bruised from my nails that keep fidgeting.
I Fell But I Am Rising
Flashes blink bright as they flicker against my eyes,
It’s like an illusion that is meant to intentionally illustrate something
My vision Is almost unclear,
To me…It feels like a warning… oh well, I fell but I am rising.
I fell hard on this dusted ground with gravel stones that poked me,
As I stained myself and wore dirt that ‘’could’’ get cleaned.
Bruised, hurt, drained, well all I needed was courage…
I desperately longed for that boost coz it isn’t easy to rise when you’ve fallen h