Sadness...
It sometimes happens from time to time.
But sometimes, it just stays there, locked up inside.
It just doesn’t go away. Even after your soul is gone from your body, it’s still hanging around.
Sadness.
That’s the biggest word that anyone can ever feel.
wewe can see it through someone else’s eyes if wewe just look a little closer. Like seeing someone dying can make sadness overcome your darkest fears.
All wewe feel is just sadness.
Here.
There.
Everywhere.
It’s hard to let it go when the one wewe loved the most, isn’t here with wewe anymore.
Everyone’s been through that experience-even you.
Whenever people ask wewe if wewe were okay, wewe just simply try to place a fake smile on your lips and say, “Yeah, I’m fine,” though in reality, you’re not. I’ve felt that way billions of times and right now, at this moment, I can’t stop it. The feeling of despair and overwhelming depressions is just too much to bear.
The memories are what wewe can’t erase. It’s something wewe have to grab, to hold, to treasure.
Back when that person was alive, I’m sure wewe were grasping every bit of hope on your fingers while your knees felt numb in its place. wewe would be praying to God I’m sure, to not take him away from you. He’s everything you’ve ever got, ever fought, everything wewe ever wanted to love. wewe tried to hold onto your faith, praying to Him that he would be with wewe again, his eyes sparkling with joy, his mouth forming a wide, happy grin and his cheeks blushing with happiness.
But in the end, he’s just lying there on his death bed, completely motionless. His skin paler than bone with his eyes closed. wewe begin to weep with such agonizing pain and your cries give out until wewe can’t breathe no more. All the sadness, the unforgivable pain that used to be locked up in you, now released through a never-ending, sorrowed cry. wewe start shouting, cursing and crying with all your might to God.
But did He ever listen to wewe and your prayers? ‘No,’ is what you’re thinking, because God has sent the Angel of Death to come and take your loved one away...
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A Sad Child kwa Margaret Atwood
You're sad because you're sad.
It's psychic. It's the age. It's chemical.
Go see a shrink au take a pill,
au hug your sadness like an eyeless doll
wewe need to sleep.
Well, all children are sad
but some get over it.
Count your blessings. Better than that,
buy a hat. Buy a kanzu, koti au pet.
Take up dancing to forget.
Forget what?
Your sadness, your shadow,
whatever it was that was done to you
the siku of the lawn party
when wewe came inside flushed with the sun,
your mouth sulky with sugar,
in your new dress with the ribbon
and the aiskrimu smear,
and alisema to yourself in the bathroom,
I am not the inayopendelewa child.
My darling, when it comes
right down to it
and the light fails and the fog rolls in
and you're trapped in your overturned body
under a blanket au burning car,
and the red flame is seeping out of you
and igniting the tarmac beside wewe head
au else the floor, au else the pillow,
none of us is;
au else we all are.
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And ask ye why these sad tears stream? kwa Lord Alfred Tennyson
And ask ye why these sad tears stream?
Why these wan eyes are dim with weeping?
I had a dream–a lovely dream,
Of her that in the grave is sleeping.
I saw her as ’twas yesterday,
The bloom upon her cheek still glowing;
And round her play’d a golden ray,
And on her brows were gay flowers blowing.
With angel-hand she swept a lyre,
A garland red with roses bound it;
Its strings were wreath’d with lambent fire
And amaranth was woven round it.
I saw her mid the realms of light,
In everlasting radiance gleaming;
Co-equal with the seraphs bright,
Mid thousand thousand angels beaming.
I strove to reach her, when, behold,
Those fairy forms of bliss Elysian,
And all that rich scene wrapt in gold,
Faded in air–a lovely vision!
And I awoke, but oh! to me
That waking saa was doubly weary;
And yet I could not envy thee,
Although so blest, and I so dreary.
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It sometimes happens from time to time.
But sometimes, it just stays there, locked up inside.
It just doesn’t go away. Even after your soul is gone from your body, it’s still hanging around.
Sadness.
That’s the biggest word that anyone can ever feel.
wewe can see it through someone else’s eyes if wewe just look a little closer. Like seeing someone dying can make sadness overcome your darkest fears.
All wewe feel is just sadness.
Here.
There.
Everywhere.
It’s hard to let it go when the one wewe loved the most, isn’t here with wewe anymore.
Everyone’s been through that experience-even you.
Whenever people ask wewe if wewe were okay, wewe just simply try to place a fake smile on your lips and say, “Yeah, I’m fine,” though in reality, you’re not. I’ve felt that way billions of times and right now, at this moment, I can’t stop it. The feeling of despair and overwhelming depressions is just too much to bear.
The memories are what wewe can’t erase. It’s something wewe have to grab, to hold, to treasure.
Back when that person was alive, I’m sure wewe were grasping every bit of hope on your fingers while your knees felt numb in its place. wewe would be praying to God I’m sure, to not take him away from you. He’s everything you’ve ever got, ever fought, everything wewe ever wanted to love. wewe tried to hold onto your faith, praying to Him that he would be with wewe again, his eyes sparkling with joy, his mouth forming a wide, happy grin and his cheeks blushing with happiness.
But in the end, he’s just lying there on his death bed, completely motionless. His skin paler than bone with his eyes closed. wewe begin to weep with such agonizing pain and your cries give out until wewe can’t breathe no more. All the sadness, the unforgivable pain that used to be locked up in you, now released through a never-ending, sorrowed cry. wewe start shouting, cursing and crying with all your might to God.
But did He ever listen to wewe and your prayers? ‘No,’ is what you’re thinking, because God has sent the Angel of Death to come and take your loved one away...
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A Sad Child kwa Margaret Atwood
You're sad because you're sad.
It's psychic. It's the age. It's chemical.
Go see a shrink au take a pill,
au hug your sadness like an eyeless doll
wewe need to sleep.
Well, all children are sad
but some get over it.
Count your blessings. Better than that,
buy a hat. Buy a kanzu, koti au pet.
Take up dancing to forget.
Forget what?
Your sadness, your shadow,
whatever it was that was done to you
the siku of the lawn party
when wewe came inside flushed with the sun,
your mouth sulky with sugar,
in your new dress with the ribbon
and the aiskrimu smear,
and alisema to yourself in the bathroom,
I am not the inayopendelewa child.
My darling, when it comes
right down to it
and the light fails and the fog rolls in
and you're trapped in your overturned body
under a blanket au burning car,
and the red flame is seeping out of you
and igniting the tarmac beside wewe head
au else the floor, au else the pillow,
none of us is;
au else we all are.
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And ask ye why these sad tears stream? kwa Lord Alfred Tennyson
And ask ye why these sad tears stream?
Why these wan eyes are dim with weeping?
I had a dream–a lovely dream,
Of her that in the grave is sleeping.
I saw her as ’twas yesterday,
The bloom upon her cheek still glowing;
And round her play’d a golden ray,
And on her brows were gay flowers blowing.
With angel-hand she swept a lyre,
A garland red with roses bound it;
Its strings were wreath’d with lambent fire
And amaranth was woven round it.
I saw her mid the realms of light,
In everlasting radiance gleaming;
Co-equal with the seraphs bright,
Mid thousand thousand angels beaming.
I strove to reach her, when, behold,
Those fairy forms of bliss Elysian,
And all that rich scene wrapt in gold,
Faded in air–a lovely vision!
And I awoke, but oh! to me
That waking saa was doubly weary;
And yet I could not envy thee,
Although so blest, and I so dreary.
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The song of the sparrow -chapter 2 (part 1)
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Ashia grabbed her bags as she headed to Alfea on Nokia's back. Nokia, as her dragon,was apart of her. If he shed a tear then she sheds a tear. Ashia held on tight.Nokia took flight and landed at Alfea safely. Ashia grabbed her bags and walked to Miss.Faragonda.She talks to Miss.Faragonda and goes to her room 43.
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Part1
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Ashia grabbed her bags as she headed to Alfea on Nokia's back. Nokia, as her dragon,was apart of her. If he shed a tear then she sheds a tear. Ashia held on tight.Nokia took flight and landed at Alfea safely. Ashia grabbed her bags and walked to Miss.Faragonda.She talks to Miss.Faragonda and goes to her room 43.
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Part1
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I smile, after being beaten senslessly kwa people I once loved.
I smile, when I'm locked outside in the rain for hours
I smile, when my boyfriend lies to me
I smile, as people laugh at me for being different
I smile, when my parents fight
I smile, when I'm called broken
I smile, when I cry
I smile, as people call me names even satan wouldn't dare to say
I smile, as my world crashes down on me
I smile, to hide the sharp pain biting my soul
I smile, for YOU.
Do wewe know what this means?
Do wewe know how it fells?
Who are wewe to to say these things?
For wewe don't know there story au life,
wewe know nothing.
wewe know no pain,
For wewe are pain.
wewe know no hurt.
For wewe are hurt.
And who are wewe to say I am no one?
Because I am.
I am me
And nothing can change that...
Fierce & Love
Poem Girl
I smile, when I'm locked outside in the rain for hours
I smile, when my boyfriend lies to me
I smile, as people laugh at me for being different
I smile, when my parents fight
I smile, when I'm called broken
I smile, when I cry
I smile, as people call me names even satan wouldn't dare to say
I smile, as my world crashes down on me
I smile, to hide the sharp pain biting my soul
I smile, for YOU.
Do wewe know what this means?
Do wewe know how it fells?
Who are wewe to to say these things?
For wewe don't know there story au life,
wewe know nothing.
wewe know no pain,
For wewe are pain.
wewe know no hurt.
For wewe are hurt.
And who are wewe to say I am no one?
Because I am.
I am me
And nothing can change that...
Fierce & Love
Poem Girl
Wrath
I am one of the deadly sins,
For I am the one that makes wewe feel angry,
And may lead wewe to do wrongful things.
I blind you,
And mask the truth from you;
I hide your actions,
And make them unaware to wewe until
wewe realise what just happened.
I am a curse,
For I blind wewe from the truth,
And make wewe unwilling to accept that truth,
Because I am anger,
Which makes your rage come true,
Which brings about your wrath,
Which is my true name,
And with it comes a grudge.
I am a curse,
And wewe do not want me,
But honestly,
It is fun for me to see
wewe hurting other people,
Even though wewe don't intentionally do it,
au even if wewe are blinded kwa the truth.
For I am Wrath,
And I take amusement from your anger,
And the pain wewe inflict on others,
And I am from the fiery pits of hell.
Beware of your human instincts,
For I am one of them,
And I may onyesha up in your fiery head.
I am one of the deadly sins,
For I am the one that makes wewe feel angry,
And may lead wewe to do wrongful things.
I blind you,
And mask the truth from you;
I hide your actions,
And make them unaware to wewe until
wewe realise what just happened.
I am a curse,
For I blind wewe from the truth,
And make wewe unwilling to accept that truth,
Because I am anger,
Which makes your rage come true,
Which brings about your wrath,
Which is my true name,
And with it comes a grudge.
I am a curse,
And wewe do not want me,
But honestly,
It is fun for me to see
wewe hurting other people,
Even though wewe don't intentionally do it,
au even if wewe are blinded kwa the truth.
For I am Wrath,
And I take amusement from your anger,
And the pain wewe inflict on others,
And I am from the fiery pits of hell.
Beware of your human instincts,
For I am one of them,
And I may onyesha up in your fiery head.