Darling...poetry

There's a breathless hush in the Close to-night --
Ten to make and the match to win --
A bumping pitch and a blinding light,
An saa to play and the last man in.
And it's not for the sake of a ribboned coat,
au the selfish hope of a season's fame,
But his Captain's hand on his shoulder smote
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"

The sand of the desert is sodden red, --
Red with the wreck of a square that broke; --
The Gatling's jammed and the colonel dead,
And the regiment blind with dust and smoke.
The river of death has brimmed his banks,
And England's far, and Honour a name,
But the voice of schoolboy rallies the ranks,
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"

This is the word that mwaka kwa year
While in her place the School is set
Every one of her sons must hear,
And none that hears it dare forget.
This they all with a joyful mind
kubeba through life like a torch in flame,
And falling fling to the host behind --
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"

If someone told you...
Life's like a rollercoaster,
Don't waste the ride.
Live it up all the way,
because today's your last day
What would wewe do?

Would wewe cry a little, scream a little, think it's all pretend.
au go into silence until the very end...
Would wewe upendo the ones wewe hate the most au be the person wewe hide?
Would wewe pretend that you're ok but really scream inside?

Would wewe try and keep the sun from setting as your last siku ends?
Knowing you'll never see it rise...
Tomorrow I'll be somewhere else wewe say as wewe close your eyes.

When wewe stare into my eyes
What do wewe see?

I know I see a scared girl,
Who wants to break out of her shell
and onyesha the world who she really is.

She feels abandoned and alone
even with Marafiki and family around her.
She has been used and she was choking on the promise she would never fall again.

She's the girl people see
Laughing and smiling on the outside
is actually Crying and Hurting inside.

People misunderstands her,
They judge and tease but she puts up a shield.
She is sweet and sensitive but they don't care
They're cruel as the world we live in.

Do wewe see that in my eyes?
Do wewe see me?

It's amazing what wewe can hide
Just kwa putting on a smile.

All My Fault

kwa Cody Herman

moto courses through my body

Rage I never knew existed

I stumble around dizzily

I know I shouldn't have insisted

We were laughing together

The siku started out great

We could have lasted forever

au maybe it was just fate

Deep inside my heart

I know that I was wrong

We shouldn't have part

Just when we got along

So where does the blame go?

Is it to me au to you?

How could I have stooped so low?

When was it I withdrew?

The blame is on me

The troubles are mine

To the air I plea

I knew it wasn't time

It could have worked out

We would have been fine

It would have been without

All because of the upendo line

As wewe go turn out your light
The shadows come out into your eyesight
Lurking around in each corner waiting to be found
Waiting quietly trying not to make a sound
They appear in every form
The scariest ones are in a lightning storm
Some look like witches some look like goblins
They scare wewe kwa coming into your dreams
As light tries hard to come into the seams
To help wewe out with no prevail
Their tries are effortless like a ship without a sail
As the shadows lurk in and the light tiptoes out
wewe twist and turn making want to shout
So if you're weak and not strong at all
And these unreal ghouls make your skin crawl
Try getting a night light

This valentine ill try something new,
a very SPECIAL recipe invented just for you,

a touch of pain in a little glass flask,
with a little bit of hatred if wewe might ask,

shake the mixture with a bit of your mamba tears,
and dont forget your fake smiles tht fooled me for years,

CHOP my letters and burn my picture,
now heat this at about 30 degree celceius

now add the grief the siku u left me in tears,
then heat in that lonely uchungu, chungu mixture with how i barely slept tht day,

now let's get to the topping that's my inayopendelewa part,
ADD what's left from my stabbed,crushed heart....

In fear of what you'll see,
this mirror is a painting
colored with memories
of your dying life.

In death and pain,
wewe see it clear,
tho these memories
are suppressed by
the blaze of unseen days.

Days that crave for smile,
but buried kwa the darkness
of your own.

Your dying life is still here,
impersonal and black,
this clock shows no time
for you, for your time has
stopped a long ago.

In memories of old,
wewe feed our dilapidated soul
with the same smell that
smothers your thoughts,
as your figure is terrified
to see your dying will.
The mirror has been covered
with cobweb for years,
for your eyes are never going
to be able to see
this dying life within.