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I store deeply into his eyes as he slid his hand close to mine. the heat in the air around me began to heat up, my moyo pounded rapidly against my chest and a feeling of anxiety rushed through my body.

His hand moved too hold mine, he moved it slowly, continuing to gaze into my eyes. The twinkle in his eye turned to a bright shine as the twilight began to rise, Hypnotized, i joined his hand with mine, the burning tension in the air, the smile that arose on his lips, this was perfect.

" I upendo You" he whispered softly in my ear, his breath warm. He brushed his lips against my face and kissed my cheeks. The sound of his lips kissing my cheeks was the only thing i could hear, other than the calming sound of his breathing.

Again, my moyo is racing, but the temptation to press my lips against his was hard to ignore. " i upendo wewe too" i bring my lips closer to his, holding his hands, gently, softly, but somehow, i felt like i was tightly grasping his hands. maybe I'm nervous. Right now, at this very moment, all the feelings of anxiety and fear was just blown away being consumed kwa the power of love. The twilight shone through our lips, we laughed in sync, and then joined our lips.

this is my first... um.. if u think i shud add zaidi coment au message
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posted by DietCokeGirl
I wrote this about my (now ex) boyfriend, but still felt something about the poem, if not him. I'd upendo some criticism on it (hopefully constructive) :).


Treacle dripping from our scars
Pooling on a jagged floor
wewe are gone, still I know
From clustered trees and homemade vows

That we are one. And as wewe lead
Your life of promise, graft and need
Know that we are one the same
Intertwined are moyo at name.



wewe may notice that only the sekunde verse rhymes, this is an attempt to onyesha the idea of a one-sided relationship in its form in it's one-sided rhyme scheme. This is probably quite stupid- let me know.
added by vampiress015
Very funny... because we all used to think that's how things worked.
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uandishi
What hast thou done unto my heart?
Unto my soul what hast become?
When I met thee at the very start,
I knew I could not tell my mum.

Thy language foul, it bothered me,
But I saw through thy ettiquit.
I had seen thine sincerity.
Our conversations my siku lit.

What hast thou done unto my heart?
Unto my soul what hast become?
When I met thee at the very start,
I knew I could not tell my mum.

For hours we would sit and talk.
Secretly I admired thee.
My pain I let thee block.
I wanted to know if thou didst too upendo me.

What hast thou done unto my heart?
Unto my soul what hast become?
When I met thee...
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I store deeply into his eyes as he slid his hand close to mine. the heat in the air around me began to heat up, my moyo pounded rapidly against my chest and a feeling of anxiety rushed through my body.

His hand moved too hold mine, he moved it slowly, continuing to gaze into my eyes. The twinkle in his eye turned to a bright shine as the twilight began to rise, Hypnotized, i joined his hand with mine, the burning tension in the air, the smile that arose on his lips, this was perfect.

" I upendo You" he whispered softly in my ear, his breath warm. He brushed his lips against my face and kissed...
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posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

The inayofuata day, I sat at the same table.

When I glanced up at him, he was looking at me too, indecision and frustration written all over his face.

I looked down quickly, and went back to deciphering the laminated wood grain.

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The rest of school dragged kwa very slowly, and kwa the final bell, I was already hurrying out of the Biology lab.

As I exited the main building, I immediately felt someone was staring at me. I'd always been able to tell when there was someone was looking at me, I was weird that way.

I turned, and in the mgawanyiko, baidisha sekunde that...
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posted by BellaSwan636
Serena

He looked up and I wasn't sure, but I thought his gaze softened a little.

"Can I sit here?" I asked cautiously.
"Whatever," he said, sounding bored out of his mind.
"My name's Serena," I said.
"Shaun."

We sat in silence for the rest of lunch, I was eating nothing. The sekunde the kengele rang, he stood up, abruptly and left.

I was left staring in confusion at the doorway I was mostly certain he'd disappeared down.

Shaun

I didn't want to hurt her, yet I didn't want her to be sucked into my depressing world of suffering. What was I supposed to do?

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posted by Sweet_Pants
A/N: Ok, this is just a short, about 500 word drabble I came up with. It's about 7-year-old Alice and her drunk derpressed father, called, of course, 'Daddy'. It's not much, but I though I'd post it. Constructive critisizm is welcome.

Please rate and comment.
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The smell of his breath came off in waves of grief and alcohol mixed into what could be described as inner turmoil. Although Alice barely gave a thought to the bottle of whiskey in his hand, as she was zaidi preoccupied with not throwing up from the smell of her father she should have gotten...
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posted by harold
I looked up every few minutes, desperate to see wewe standing there once more. My moyo beat shrilly in my chest and my breath fluttered every time I thought of you, your cold hands grasping mine, the wonderful smell of your skin intoxicating me. I cursed, thinking of Amy and how she could be with Evan, could call him on the phone, hold his hand in public, and the simple problems she had with trying to tarehe a normal guy. wewe are so much beyond normal that it frustrates all my attempts to capture wewe in poetry. Surrounded kwa scraps of paper on which I've written your name over and over, filled...
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posted by Free_Spirit
me: This is just a preview, but can wewe please give me your opinion. I've already ilitumwa this but i've actuallty edited, so from people who read it before it may bea little bit different. Now i actually can't start from the start but this is what happened before:
Alyria is a thirteen mwaka old girl who is travelling with her adopted family somewhere. Her family is made up of her Mother who has a difernt hair colour every week, and he father who is a gentle soul and a passionate man. She has a five mwaka old african sister who is very strange and a shy artistic 11 mwaka old Indian sister. They stop...
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posted by Katiegirl
        It was a cold, brisk day. Nightfall was upon the horizon. I strolled down the walkway towards a baron park. The park looked as if it has been around many generations. The park benches were rusted in a distinguished color clear to the solid ground. Keeping the park in existence, the mitini, mtini mti leaves filled the surroundings like a flamboyant upinde wa mvua decorating the park. So bright, even in nightfall a person could find away through the darken park. Suddenly, beyond the benches, mitini, mtini trees, a young man stood steady as if withholding his emotions from...
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Long Way To Your Heart.

Verse 1
You left me all alone – F G D B C D
All kwa myself – C C D A
There’s no turning back now – F G D B C D
You’ve made your choice – C C High A D
But I don’t know how – A A E D

Time starts to pass – F G G G
But I’ll keep moving on – D D E D C D
I doubt I’ll ever get over wewe – D D C D E B D C A
Leaving, leaving – C D F E

Chorus
I’d finally found – G G (High) A G
Something true – C C A
But then wewe left me here with no clue - G G (High) A G D E C D
What to do – D F G Lower G

It’s gonna take a lot to hold on
It’s gonna take a lot to love...
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I guess with me that day, I should have learned not to expect what was coming. I woke up, my side hurting like hell, but I was better. I was still lying on the stretcher, and the combination of dried blood on it and the smell of the dried blood made me feel the need to vomit. Looking up, I saw white ceiling tiles. I also saw two cold metal objects pushed into either side of my temple: guns.
    I sat up in shock and confusion and was pushed down kwa two people; one with spiky hair and the other looked like a mouse. Oh yeah, David and Mike. It was all coming back to me: getting...
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bila mpangilio story I thought up. Please rate and comment! I hope wewe like it! :)


I guess that siku was just one of those days wewe should have stayed nyumbani from school. wewe should have faked an illness and lay in your kitanda all siku while watching TV and eating junk, taka food. wewe should have.
    But of course with my sparkling record of having never been absent, staying nyumbani that siku didn’t even occur to me as I got dressed and ready to go. To me, school was a punishment, a privilege, and a fun place. Some days I dreaded it, some I appreciated it, and some I loved it.
    That...
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posted by babina
hujambo guys! thanx for reading, and am sorry i was late to write this up its just because i had alot of school work to do, but now its over so i really hope to get the inayofuata ones out soon.

okay here is a quick recap:
As i stood there i knew i had three options of what to do then:I could walk away,which would be hard to go through all the people around us now,i could change my mind about what i was going to do/say and maybe offer to do something which wouldn't turn out so bad au i could keep up what i wanted to do in the first place. At that point i decided to follow my instincts which wasn't a...
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posted by jarik
I wish...
I could exorcise the demons in your mind
Remove the darkness from your soul
Take the pain from your
Wipe the tears from your eyes
And lessen the burden wewe carry

But I live miles from you
And cannot be with you
But I can be with wewe in spirit
And can only hope these words
Written from afar
Can help ease your mind and soul

Your grief and pain
Has touched me in a way
No has been able to

May wewe find the peace wewe seek
An the upendo wewe deserve

Your happiness is my greatest concern
And greatest joy
posted by Cutebutcrazy--
"Mom it's for the best.I couldn't risk hruting wewe au anyone close," I say. I step on to the plane and take one last wistful look at my mom and home.
I woke to a bump.We must be landing.I couldn't beleive i slept through a 6 saa filght to Londan.
"Sweetie," a stewardess says,"are wewe ready to get off."
I nod and grab my only bag.My black prada tote bag. That's all the FBI told me to bring.I stumbbnled off the plane and into the termanl.Right away I see two guys in black suits and ear peices. They saw me too. They walk toward me and stop when they reach me.
"Claire Young?" one of the tall...
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posted by Cutebutcrazy--
wewe go to kitanda happy.
wewe go to kitanda well.
Then wewe wake up sick.
You're rushed to the hospital.
You're lest with no help.
You're poked and you're prodded.
It feels like hell.
wewe wish it was over.
wewe wish all was swell.
Finally it's over.
All test have been run.
wewe hoped for the best,
so wewe can have fun.
You're stuck there for days,
before majibu come.
They say wewe have cancer,
wewe have to stay.
Days turn to weeks.
There wewe lay.
Misery comes with each passing day.
Hate comes in every way.
Now wewe wake up,
days after chemo.
Your hair lies around you.
No comfort wewe find.
wewe can only hope.
Each siku brings tears.
wewe fight with your hardest,
but it wasn't enough.
In the end wewe lost.
But wewe learned alot more.
wewe know wewe helpd others.
wewe settled the score.
Chapter Seven

The inayofuata day, on a Monday morning, it had been very good between Jamie and Michael. For the first time in weeks, Michael had slept fully on the same kitanda as Jamie, putting his arms around her to keep her warm but sadly, it had ended about two hours ago, around six when Michael got up and got himself ready kwa going to the bathroom and getting himself all clean and nice before leaving the house but he did one zaidi thing before he went to the bathroom.

After waking up, he turned to his wife who was sleeping very peacefully with the sheets around her and to tell his wife that he loves...
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posted by VampirePrinsess
The Two Sides of Me
Nobody knows it but there is a canyon in me
It splits me in two
Across the gap stretches a rope that is starting to unwind
And separates the sides of me
On one side there is the child me
She created a world where pain never existed
She is perfect
Time has never touched her
Shes sweet and innocent
She will never grow up
She will always remain a child
She will never learn that the world is a harsh place
She wears a tiara and a pretty pink party dress
She will always be playing chai party with her Babies
She sits in the middle of a friendly forest
She is surrounded kwa her family and friends...
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posted by babina
hey! everyone who is kind enough to read my story! this is my first time so please maoni and tell what wewe think about it.thank u! hope wewe like it!

I was walking down the hallway, going to my third class and grateful for all the posters they had put up for the upcoming dance because now no one noticed me as i sneaked through the kids in the hall to my class. Usually i and a few other kids,"the outsiders" they called us, were the aim of all the bulling which was so bad this mwaka because of the new gang in the school"the Qsix". The school was bad enough without them, but when they came things...
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