Hey, so this is a poem Ive been thinking of for a long time,please read and comment!
The Spirit
The spirit rushes on,
Swifter than the wind,
To find answers,
To seek the way.
The spirit flows on,
Like the river.
Flowing on to find the ocean,
A nyumbani for all its dreams.
The spirit shines on,
Brighter than a thousand suns.
Shining on to clear the darkness,
To find the path.
The spirit lives on,
zaidi eternal than the sea,
Living on to find its home,
Where all the ends shall meet.
The Spirit
The spirit rushes on,
Swifter than the wind,
To find answers,
To seek the way.
The spirit flows on,
Like the river.
Flowing on to find the ocean,
A nyumbani for all its dreams.
The spirit shines on,
Brighter than a thousand suns.
Shining on to clear the darkness,
To find the path.
The spirit lives on,
zaidi eternal than the sea,
Living on to find its home,
Where all the ends shall meet.
I wrote this is five minutes. Not that good, I know.
It's in the point of view of a fire.
It's in a fireplace in a living room.
Hope wewe enjoy.
Read to the rhythym wewe would
'The Night Before Christmas'
I flickered and jumped
and sat on the logs
and watched as the human
kicked off his clogs.
The dog soon followed
and sat kwa his side
and they soon were asleep
and my flame soon died.
But a flicker did linger
and I wondered a bit.
When would be the inayofuata time
that I would be lit?
-starwarsfangirl
5/4/10
It's in the point of view of a fire.
It's in a fireplace in a living room.
Hope wewe enjoy.
Read to the rhythym wewe would
'The Night Before Christmas'
I flickered and jumped
and sat on the logs
and watched as the human
kicked off his clogs.
The dog soon followed
and sat kwa his side
and they soon were asleep
and my flame soon died.
But a flicker did linger
and I wondered a bit.
When would be the inayofuata time
that I would be lit?
-starwarsfangirl
5/4/10
wewe hurt me,
Both externally,
And internally,
wewe twist a pin into my heart,
And gather my flowing blood onto a cart.
wewe think wewe can hurt me,
Just because wewe gave me money,
wewe think wewe can make my life like hell,
Just because I am the one who made wewe fell.
I wish wewe have never aliyopewa birth to me,
I wish I can expose what wewe are for all to see.
I hate you,
And I hate wewe to the heart's core,
I want wewe to hear my vengeful call.
I respect wewe because I must,
Yet wewe blame me for not giving wewe my trust.
How can I love, au trust, a person like you?
Who makes me feel I'm feebler than cotton wool?
I am forever imprisoned to wewe kwa blood,
For as long as I live,
The relation between us cannot be cut,
But soon I will take my leave,
Hoping that forever wewe will grieve
Both externally,
And internally,
wewe twist a pin into my heart,
And gather my flowing blood onto a cart.
wewe think wewe can hurt me,
Just because wewe gave me money,
wewe think wewe can make my life like hell,
Just because I am the one who made wewe fell.
I wish wewe have never aliyopewa birth to me,
I wish I can expose what wewe are for all to see.
I hate you,
And I hate wewe to the heart's core,
I want wewe to hear my vengeful call.
I respect wewe because I must,
Yet wewe blame me for not giving wewe my trust.
How can I love, au trust, a person like you?
Who makes me feel I'm feebler than cotton wool?
I am forever imprisoned to wewe kwa blood,
For as long as I live,
The relation between us cannot be cut,
But soon I will take my leave,
Hoping that forever wewe will grieve