I sit here. At my computer. How wewe may say "stuck" au "blocked". Not knowing what to say, what to write, what to pour onto the page. But I just sit, think, and eventually, I lay my hands on the keyboard and just start . . . typing. Typing away. Letting my moyo and mind spill all over the now heavily damp worded page. I say what I feel and type what I think and maybe . . . just maybe the words I type turn into something that make sense. Words that turn into something beautiful, like a desert flower, slowly blooming, waiting for the rain to come to push it through.
we tie time in knots and try to connect the dots, but time was meant to measure between things and all we’re measuring is the difference between his time and my time au between this time and last time. 30 sekunde in the microwave means nothing until those 30 sekunde could have been spent eating the food, talking to a sister, au practicing that new dance songesha which is only
My moyo is heavy. My mind is numb. My spirit's weak. Body tense. Will shattered kwa a system I can't create myself to fit into.
Why do I continue on for? What's success compared to joy and satisfaction? What am I living for? How do I survive in a reality that I hate? Is mental stress and anguish worth experiencing through for my promised supposedly bright future? Will it be all worth it? It it all worth it now?
A girl from nowhere I met, She looked a real friend, That is why our friendship will never end, She bought lots of colors and laugh, With me she was never tough, She bought lots of flowers with scents, Which are priceless that dhahabu cents, As long as we are friends, We don't need enemies, no lovers, This beautiful relation that God created, She has got beauty and grace, And a very successful place, She understands me fully,
I DID NOT WRITE THIS POEM. I FOUND IT ON FACEBOOK. The page was called The Writer's Circle, I think.
Today was the absolute worst siku ever And don't try to convince me that There's something good in every siku Because, if wewe take a closer look, The world is a pretty evil place. Even if Some goodness does shine through once in a while Satisfaction and happiness doesn't last And it's not true that It's all in the mind and moyo
Hello everyone. I'm not sure how many of wewe are aware of this but the Fanpop's Got Talent contest is set to start soon. However, there is a problem. Each category besides the Drawing and Digital Art is short on judges(Including the Haiku-Poetry one). So, if anyone thinks that he/she has what it takes, please inform us here: link
Any help will be greatly appreciated !!!!
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