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Harma's story: I Killed Them        

Each siku I'm face with killing myself au killing the people around me...I guess I made up my mind? I guess I chose to let myself lose control? And do what felt right...even though I new it wasn't. I new that it wound come back and haunt me one day. Well really it haunt's me every siku every dakika and every second. From when I'm sleeping from the moment I did that unthinkable thing I did. It will never leave because I know there watching...
    But no one wound believe that a little 13 mwaka old would do such a thing. I mean look at her, Look at her cold purple eyes and perfectly cut black hair, and small but healthy body. She looks harmless. Just a missing piece in the game who was left behind and saved. au in other words not killed. Not killed kwa the still not found Wood mitaani, mtaa Murder. The case still is open. Mrs. and Mr. Lowing and there Oldest Son, Oldest daughterand new born baby boy were all killed. No one know's who did it. But I know who did it I know who killed them I know who cut them and shot them stabed them hanged them and made them go crazy. I know who Killed them...Because...because I killed them.

~~~~~~~~~~Envy's story: The Broken Hearted~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    Have wewe ever loved someone so much that it hurts? au have wewe ever wanted something so badly that wewe would any thing for it? Well if wewe have not let me tell wewe one thing...It's an terrable feeling. The feeling when your so desprite that wewe wound kill, hurt and cry. I've done and felt all those things and look were it's lead me. It's lead me to a world a pain and death. The death here is almost untouchable. Now I don't know what to do? He broken my heart, And I don't know if it's fixable. I think I'll be like this forever. Be anger and hate hurt and pain and broken...But I don't what to be those things I want to be happy and free and...and Loved.
    I want to be loved like everyone else. But there's no one left to upendo me. There all gone and who would upendo me after what I've done? Who would upendo a girl who killed so many people and hurt even more? Even if there was someone which I hope there's not. I would most likely kill them in the end...I can't trust any zaidi au upendo au even be loved but does mean I'm broken?

~~~~~~~~Misty's story: No zaidi Light

The light is gone,
the women,
who proved to me,
that beauty still does exist,
even in the cruelest circumstances,
but she is gone,
the light has gone,
now im alone,
hiding in the dark

all my hope
all my dreams
all my happyness
have died
iv died
i should never be happy cause then all
i feel the pain
why should i live
why should i die
all there's things
go around and around in my head
iv scream
iv cryed
iv locked my self in my room
cutting myself
waching all the blood from my cuts
i dont feel any pain
i feel nouthing
my tears are full of pain
i feel so cold
that painful night
iv died from the inside
my eyes have no light
iv got scars
they say
'i wish i was dead! '
i
have nouthing to live for
nouthing to be loss if i die
why should i live
the world has no light to me any more
iv died
but wewe dont know
do wewe care
do wewe feel the pain
i felt
do wewe cry
i will never know...

Soft tears fell down her face as her mother craddle her in her arms saying. "Light will come back, light is here, Light will always be with you." She began to sing along. "Light is strong, light will win, light is life and love." Her mother pitted her up so that her scarlet red eyes were looking right in to her icy blue eyes.
"Remember the light will never leave you, your strong don't let the darkness win." Her voice so warm and sweet. She gentlly kissed her forehead and hugged her sweetly and slowly rubbed her head. And before she new it she was asleep once more...
But all dreams have to end even the brightest soul's have darkness deep with in them...specially ones with dark past...and future's. Darkness can devour a person making every little disappear, making the room dark and evil like a black hole with no way out. But we all know that, that's no way to live your life scared and confused hiding in the corner of your room. But what if one little girl had to...because she was to scared to sleep...

wewe look at her she looks like a normal girl. Her hair tied back with a ribbon and her new shoes polished. And she's wearing her new dress that has bright colors of pink red and white with flower's thron every which way. She looks normal right? Well this little girl with scarlet eyes and pale white skin has a few secret's...But lets not get in to that. wewe look at her yes she's little and sweet but her moyo and her destiny are much darker....
I have but one swali for you. Do wewe believe in Magic? If wewe do then I have another swali for you. Do wewe believe in Witches and vichimbakazi and Heros? If wewe do keep reading...because I have another question. Do wewe believe in darkness and light? Because dakness and light live in everything in everyone...even you. Some have zaidi darkness then other's some have zaidi light. But no madder who wewe are wewe both...but one little didn't believe there was any light left for her. Because her life was felled with monster's and deadly dreams. All she saw was darkness and evil...could even imagine that. Only seeing darkness no light no good only bad. I coldn't even imagine what she thinks when she goes to sleep at night wondering if she'll wake up and it will be better again au wake to everything she's ever loved gone...But no one cares about the little blonde girl who cries on Brixtion street. No one cares that she cries herself to sleep au the terrible things she does in the bathroom while her parents are away. No cares about little old Misty S. Roseberg...

~~MADE UP THIS POEM~

Pain, Pain Go Away,
Come again another day.
If wewe don't then I will sing.
Pain, Pain Go Away...
My eyes are heavy
My feet are in flame
I cannot hear what wewe say
I cannot say what wewe say
My limbs are numb
My arms are armed
I cannot walk
I cannot run
I have got stuck forever in the magical tablet of sun
Pain pain go away
She left forever
She won't come
It's only wewe and me
Pleasure far away
Frost gather on my wings
I try to fly
But the gravity defy
The higher I rise
The further I sigh
There's no escape from this inescapable lie.
So
Pain
Pain
Go
Away
 Harma when she was little
Harma when she was little
 Envy little
Envy little
 Misty little
Misty little
Hearing Damage.


Hearing Damage
CHAPTER 2– The Orphanage.


This is the siku two men in black suits knocked on the front door.
“Hello,” one of them nodded at me. He slipped off his black lenses. “Are wewe the daughter of Lisa Moore?”
I nodded. “Y-yes…”
“We’re from FBI and we’re here to take wewe somewhere.”
“What?” I was confused.
“You will understand when we take wewe there. Grab the things wewe need from this house and we’ll be off to go.” The other man told me, almost too hastily.
I was about to turn and go inside when one zaidi thing popped in my mind and I turned my...
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May 24th
I haven't been able to write the past 2 days, the voice is driving me crazy, LITERALLY. Somtimes I'll wake up in the middle of the night and will find myself holding another kisu au gun and padding up the stairs to the bedrooms. After last night when I woke up holding a gun my hand on my mother's bedroom door, I saw Sasha staring at me wide eyed, from her bedroom door and I dropped the gun. She looked terrified and her breathing was hard, I ran over to her where she shied away the fear of me in her eyes made tears well up in mine. "Sasha, baby come here." I held my arms out to her...
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 Montsers and Theives in My Closet
Montsers and Theives in My Closet
Chapter 1 - Normal

Sometimes she couldn't decide who she was. No. She could never decide who she was. She was odd, different, awkward and dying inside. Maybe she had thought about hanging herself on her closet rack a few times too many. Her own voice was destroying her. Searching endlessly for the one crack in this dark closet of a life she had. The little crack that she could squeeze into just to see the ounce of light. To feel the touch of another person who she could interact with. Maybe that would never happen. Maybe she tried to hard - changed herself too much - was too scattered to appeal...
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posted by Giz_4ever
Sandi:

Ribbon broke my heart,
I knew he would.
So what is he going to do?
I'd know if I could...

Gizbin:

SHUT IMBECILES, I'VE HEARD ENOUGH.


Killerpose:

People call me the terror.
People call me the selfish.
People call me the nasty.
People call me the cruel.
People call me the idiot.
People call me the stupid.
People call me the crazy.
People call me the annoying.
People call me the long lasting.
People call me the fishy.
People call me the curious.
People call me the laugh.
People call me the cheesy.
People call me the stubborn.
People call-
Everyone: SHUT IT!!
posted by malmcd
Lust

Oh, how wewe look at her,
You know wewe want her,
Don't you?
Yes, wewe do,
For she's the girl of your dreams.

I am one of the Seven Deadly Sins,
One of the dark sides of human nature,
One of the natural human instincts,
One of the daemons from the Pit;
I will tell wewe that
I am a great feeling to have,
And wewe know it, too.

I have infected the life
Of every teenage boy,
Making him want whatever girl
He desires,
Including the most maarufu girl
In the school.

Middle schoolers are so easy,
For they are so stupid,
They always fall for me,
And they do horrible things
That are a taboo in this poem.

I can also affect high...
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 Vine In The Meadow Where The Soy Beans Grow (Bean)
Vine In The Meadow Where The Soy Beans Grow (Bean)
Hi, I'm Vine In The Meadow Where The Soy Beans Grow. But I'm ussually called Bean. Now, I know ha ha funny your name is maharage, maharagwe whatever. But where I come from, we all have names like that. My sister's name is Brooke That Swims Upstream Against All Odds. My brother's name is Blazing Sun On A Boiling June's Day. I come from a place know to only the Tribe Of Nature's First Green. Hydralinial. It's a small planet really. not too big, wewe could probably travel it's circumfrence in a matter of 45 days. Enough nerdy - introduction stuff, I'll tell wewe about the REAL mystery.
---------------

"Bean! Get...
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May 30th,
I remember when i was a little girl. Me and my dad were alone after my mother died. See my parents are what wewe would call Memory Thieves. We take other beings memory to sustain our own strength but we only take memories now if we have to. When I was ten, my dad gave me a little white wooden box. He told me to sleep with the box open inayofuata to my kitanda and if I was a true memory thief my memory stone would be in the box when I woke up. A memory stone tips what gives us the ability to steal memories. When I woke up there if was. A blue stone, matching my eyes that glowed like a crystal....
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posted by allicyn123
Dying Frost Prologue

Blood. It's everywhere. I whirl around to the open field, the field I once knew as an empty, lonely, ghostly zone, The battle field. Then it hits me. I'm gonna die. Struggling to hold onto reality the familiar face of Anacri flashes past me. Here's reality. I'm laying in a battlefield, the roar of war behind me, a moto warrior holds his spear up aimed for my heart, he's going to kill me now. My people, the ice people are terribly outnumbered and about to lose our home. When time slows down Anacri holds her bow to the moto warriors head and let's the arrow soar into the air....
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CHAPTER TWO- The Dream Diary Of Sara Holds


    She Kept on kusoma the sentence over and over again in her head, “All I want is Peace.” She wondered what she meant kwa make all my dreams come true, did she mean that what she wanted Peace? Which now a day’s seems so far away, peace and harmony the things she wished for the most. The book felled nice against her hands as she rubbed it trying to see what the cover of it said. She managed to make out to words in fancy lettering.

Dream Diary

    She walked past another burning building her once white hair...
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This is to all my Marafiki on here who believe in me and believe in my dream’s. But one person who really helped me and has the same dream as me BeautifulBlaze au Daniel,
Thank You...
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My Dream


My dream is to make the world a better place.
For wewe and me and the people to come.
I want peace in this world,
And love,
And harmony.
The world we live in now is curl and cool,
and filled with war.
It’s like we’re all on a wheel of all the angry,
thoughts and feeling’s.
A never ending and every winning
race of hate.
My...
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"What are wewe crying for weakling?!?!" Dad screams at me and klabu my cheek again The tears that had been tumbling down my face instantly stop. Remeber Darka wewe feel nothing I thought. Dad smiled and stumbled out "Remeber son, only a weakling cries." And he slammed the door. For a sekunde I just stand there and let the blood froim the cut on my eyebrow bleed on to my face, then I remebered Anneri was there. In the corner of the room she curled up and peeked at me. Her grey-green eyes and long black hair was placed perfectly with porclean tan skin. Dad never touched her. Anneri was to fragile....
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CHAPTER FOUR- A Plan Set In Motion.


    Asha’s eyes began to fill heavy so she pack up her bag and closed her book and took off her shoes and slowly made her way to the small kitanda on the floor and covered up and began to dream of a better world...

    She woke in a field filled with flowers and tall green nyasi that made her feet wiggly. She looked around and then she looked up...She saw the bright blue sky and the sun she closed her eyes and just listened. She heard birds and wanyama and then she began to hear her mothers old song that would always put...
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When I blink my eyes open, I'm curled in the bay window, Anneri Sleeping on my chest. When I wake she stirs and blinks her eyes. "Darka! Finally your awake, it's already noon!" Noo, mom will be gone to work for a pocket of change and Dad'll be out drinking it away. Anneri climbs over me and I sit up warily. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a deck of cards. I laugh softly, Anneri was a wiz at cards mostly, poker. She smiles and opens the deck pulling out a peice of paperwork it and unfolds it. "Well Darka wewe better get playing cuz after yesterday's terrible failure it's Anneri 35 and...
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I return nyumbani after the long walk to Curlie's. The hand gun at my side, I creep into the house and tafuta it to make sure Dad isn't inside. Seeing that he's gone I open my closet and set the gun in the empty walk - in. I wish Anneri would come home, there is a little voice inside my head telling me that she needs to come home. It scares me beyond belief, half of me tells me to go out to the fields and find her, I wish I had listened to that voice. I wish i had listened to it even zaidi when I hear my mom open the door and run into me and Anneri's room. Her hair a flurry her eyes wide she looks...
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“Foster?” alisema a sweet little voice.
    “Yes Aria?”
    “Can I ask wewe something?”
    “Yeah go ahead?”
    “Do wewe upendo me?” Her voice almost sounded weak and worn.
    “I upendo wewe to the Moon and back and to the star’s above!” He made pwani to smile when he alisema it to make her fell happy.
    “Can I ask wewe another thing Foster?” She grabbed his head as he sat inayofuata to her bed.
    “Shore.”
    “Why do...
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CHAPTER FIVE- Three days





Alife Vi Hangsingic

    Still shaken Alife mange to get on to his feet.
    “Your-your the Princess?” He alisema his voice shaky and weak has he’s holding his side. Illy turns around and see’s him fear fly’s to her eyes and she runs over to his side.
    “Are wewe okay?!” Her voice high pitched and filled with worry as her pink hair fly’s in the breeze. Alife’s knees begin to fell weak and he falls to the ground while Illy yells words in his ears which he can’t make out.
    “Your...
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THIS IS THE Lost DIARY OF SINSETA....(Some of wewe know her others don't)

May 18th,
My name is Sinseta,
I'm not your average 10 mwaka old. Well 11 today :). When wewe see me, you'll see a small girl with blonde hair and blue eyes. A girl who smiles ALOT.... But rarely means it. I guess I could say 'I know why the cage bird sings. My idiot of a father called me today to say Happy Birthday And of course I pretended RP be happy and asked when he'd come to see me and of course he just sighed and alisema 'Dunno Sweetie' Like he always does. So I'm stuck here, chained to this stupid island with my stupid...
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posted by wolfcat343
There's a story behind all of us
A story sad au happy
Finding your own story might be difficult
Every siku is a page...

Mysteries can go unsolve-able
But the truths behind shouldn't fade
Its your choice
Are wewe going to live in the light au the shade

Can wewe see?
You're uandishi every page of your story
Even if it is of pain
Only makes it zaidi interesting
STORY PAGES- written kwa wolfcat343

See the stars out tonight?
In this dim moonlight
Would it help at all to keep out of sight?

Show yourself
Be courageous
Stop being ashamed
Come out for your sins have been paid!

You can't erase wewe past
Stop trying to make it...
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I am any little girl behind that glowing computer screen
An anonymous user name, unknown person
New friends, Chatting with no end
Lies that tear people apart
www.’s and .com’s
Logins and log outs
New passwords galore
New games
All online websites
But know is the time for
Turning off, Logging off
Simply leaving the game
One last click of a mouse
One last Tipeity-Tipe of the keypad
One last close
One last IM
One last internet song
One last good-bye au G2G
So unplug into your own virtual world
~AND FIND YOU~

- kwa Ellen Love: Poem Girl