This is my take on love,it came to me about two years ago,then it was just a phrase,i came up with the poem later on.:)I hope wewe like it,please Review it.Critisism is welcome-but no Flames pls.thanks bye!
Love Is A Tortured Soul
upendo is a tortured soul.
Drenched in the bearing of it’s kind, and the lost.
For it gets Lost quite easily; it’s naïve and foolish-desperate.
upendo is a tortured soul.
It’s always there, waiting for wewe to find it in it’s dark dim home, longing for another of it’s kind to relate and confide to.
They come sometimes, au so it thinks.
It’s always being teased kwa the light.
From within itself and outside, it doesn’t know what to believe.
It is tortured, such a horrid soul.
The light comes, it was so bright at first, too bright for the counterpart to handle-they broke.
There were other lights yes ,but they just glow, and were faintly shown.
The cold wind came and blown them away.
This poor moyo cried and sighted it wasn’t her fault, though she couldn’t understand why.
upendo is a tortured soul.
It hasn’t bleed yet, it won’t get to that point.
Just emotional, unseen damage-straight from the heart.
Finally, some say and she was happy, if only for awhile.
Then the tortured soul saw the light.
There was nothing special about it, except it stayed ,that was special, that is special.
The moyo is a joyful soul, no longer tortured.
It has found a home, salama and warm. It will never cry alone again.
upendo is a tortured soul with a unique nyumbani in the end.
Love Is A Tortured Soul
upendo is a tortured soul.
Drenched in the bearing of it’s kind, and the lost.
For it gets Lost quite easily; it’s naïve and foolish-desperate.
upendo is a tortured soul.
It’s always there, waiting for wewe to find it in it’s dark dim home, longing for another of it’s kind to relate and confide to.
They come sometimes, au so it thinks.
It’s always being teased kwa the light.
From within itself and outside, it doesn’t know what to believe.
It is tortured, such a horrid soul.
The light comes, it was so bright at first, too bright for the counterpart to handle-they broke.
There were other lights yes ,but they just glow, and were faintly shown.
The cold wind came and blown them away.
This poor moyo cried and sighted it wasn’t her fault, though she couldn’t understand why.
upendo is a tortured soul.
It hasn’t bleed yet, it won’t get to that point.
Just emotional, unseen damage-straight from the heart.
Finally, some say and she was happy, if only for awhile.
Then the tortured soul saw the light.
There was nothing special about it, except it stayed ,that was special, that is special.
The moyo is a joyful soul, no longer tortured.
It has found a home, salama and warm. It will never cry alone again.
upendo is a tortured soul with a unique nyumbani in the end.
Ms. Farogonda asked for the winx to come down to her office. when the winx reached ms. farogonda's office she told them that diana wants to speak wth one of you. she didnt tell me who but she told me to pick two extras. ms. farogonda can i go, bloom asked her. flora will be going along with musa and aisha ms farogonda told them. hmph bloom pouted, can we at least go with them bloom alisema quikly. fine all of wewe girls can go and im bringing the specialist. ok stella alisema in a sing song voice. lets go alisema the winx. they met the RF boys outside and went in the owl. winx: WINX BELIEVIX
AT THE amazon
flora: let's get going
aisha: see ya winx
bloom: meet back here in an saa k
ok bloom musa said
( diana appears in front of them)
GUARDS take them away
what??!
(to be continued)
AT THE amazon
flora: let's get going
aisha: see ya winx
bloom: meet back here in an saa k
ok bloom musa said
( diana appears in front of them)
GUARDS take them away
what??!
(to be continued)
Tears,
a combination of helplessness and anger,
a combination of joy and gratitude.
what different meanings it holds!
sometimes of love,
sometimes of hate.
with what different feelings we cry!
but those tears are the same.
they dwell inside the eye,
ready to attack,
the peace of our heart.
to flood the face,
with undoubted upendo and care,
with undoubted anger and hate,
with undoubted pain and despair.
pain? yes, and despair too!
the breakdown of our heart,
the dawn of the truth,
leading to flood the face,
with our sentiments undoubted.
It’s the color of you
wewe always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid from them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our machungwa, chungwa book bags
Were our shields from some of the pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two machungwa, chungwa crayons
When everyone else was green
Then wewe left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
wewe were in the machungwa, chungwa field in the sky
wewe always alisema was there.
The machungwa, chungwa of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though wewe left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone machungwa, chungwa in the rainbow
Without wewe here
I protect my own
Though I wish wewe were here
Now machungwa, chungwa is my color
A color for your bravery
A color for my survival
machungwa, chungwa will forever be our color
Even though death took wewe away
Forever machungwa, chungwa for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
wewe always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid from them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our machungwa, chungwa book bags
Were our shields from some of the pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two machungwa, chungwa crayons
When everyone else was green
Then wewe left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
wewe were in the machungwa, chungwa field in the sky
wewe always alisema was there.
The machungwa, chungwa of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though wewe left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone machungwa, chungwa in the rainbow
Without wewe here
I protect my own
Though I wish wewe were here
Now machungwa, chungwa is my color
A color for your bravery
A color for my survival
machungwa, chungwa will forever be our color
Even though death took wewe away
Forever machungwa, chungwa for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
Violently, the ground shook,
As the mountain exhaled black smoke.
Overwhelmed, they ran for cover,
Those left began to choke.
Cherished, were the possessions left behind,
Melted and scattered as ash.
Beloved, the children lost,
They couldn’t make a mwepesi, teleka dash.
Darkened, the cloudy heavens above,
Black clouds fell from the sky.
Covered, the people escaping,
With no way out they began to die.
Lost, the souls of the trapped,
A snatched half-chance at life.
Fallen is Pompeii;
Civilisation, upendo and it’s people’s cries.
As the mountain exhaled black smoke.
Overwhelmed, they ran for cover,
Those left began to choke.
Cherished, were the possessions left behind,
Melted and scattered as ash.
Beloved, the children lost,
They couldn’t make a mwepesi, teleka dash.
Darkened, the cloudy heavens above,
Black clouds fell from the sky.
Covered, the people escaping,
With no way out they began to die.
Lost, the souls of the trapped,
A snatched half-chance at life.
Fallen is Pompeii;
Civilisation, upendo and it’s people’s cries.
