Siblings fight.
Siblings argue.
Siblings hit.
Yet they always forgive.
But..... what if the sibling was cold?
What if the sibling was cruel?
What if the sibling treated wewe like scum?
What if the sibling was heartless?
What if the sibling worshiped the ground another walked on, while tormenting you?
What if the sibling constantly mocked your social standing?
What if the sibling called your fears ''dumb and irrational''?
What if the sibling would never help you, even in a dire situation?
What if the sibling wanted to hurt you?
What if the sibling blamed others for their hatred of you?
What if the sibling made wewe cry, and then refused to apologize?
What if the sibling hurt wewe like a kisu in the heart?
What if the sibling made wewe nearly burst into sadness every time wewe see them?
What if the sibling caused wewe to think why bother living?
A sibling like this is not a sibling at all.
It is a monster.
A terrible, ignorant monster.
Note: This is dedicated to my brother. I mean every word Sam, every word.
Siblings argue.
Siblings hit.
Yet they always forgive.
But..... what if the sibling was cold?
What if the sibling was cruel?
What if the sibling treated wewe like scum?
What if the sibling was heartless?
What if the sibling worshiped the ground another walked on, while tormenting you?
What if the sibling constantly mocked your social standing?
What if the sibling called your fears ''dumb and irrational''?
What if the sibling would never help you, even in a dire situation?
What if the sibling wanted to hurt you?
What if the sibling blamed others for their hatred of you?
What if the sibling made wewe cry, and then refused to apologize?
What if the sibling hurt wewe like a kisu in the heart?
What if the sibling made wewe nearly burst into sadness every time wewe see them?
What if the sibling caused wewe to think why bother living?
A sibling like this is not a sibling at all.
It is a monster.
A terrible, ignorant monster.
Note: This is dedicated to my brother. I mean every word Sam, every word.
When wewe hope,
wewe expect and wish,
wewe have a feeling for wanting,
Your desires to be filled,
wewe don’t want them killed,
Hope makes wewe stronger,
We live to hope,
Hope is what keeps us going,
Keep it sealed,
Let it be healed,
Like it’s your shield,
Sometimes it’s your battle field,
Keep hope close to wewe in life,
Sometimes wewe need to rethink twice,
For hope is unstable,
It comes and goes,
Hope is a special gift,
Not everyone knows,
If they do, they don’t bother to show,
Some of us want to lose hope,
Some of us want to regain hope,
Some think it’s a useless tool,
Yet they’re the ones blind,
Who won’t come to mind?
wewe and I, we all need hope,
No matter how far we seem from it,
It will find us one day,
For hope will come to us,
Wish and desire wewe moyo out,
Keep in mind,
Don’t back away;
wewe know what wewe want,
Keep hoping till the END……
wewe expect and wish,
wewe have a feeling for wanting,
Your desires to be filled,
wewe don’t want them killed,
Hope makes wewe stronger,
We live to hope,
Hope is what keeps us going,
Keep it sealed,
Let it be healed,
Like it’s your shield,
Sometimes it’s your battle field,
Keep hope close to wewe in life,
Sometimes wewe need to rethink twice,
For hope is unstable,
It comes and goes,
Hope is a special gift,
Not everyone knows,
If they do, they don’t bother to show,
Some of us want to lose hope,
Some of us want to regain hope,
Some think it’s a useless tool,
Yet they’re the ones blind,
Who won’t come to mind?
wewe and I, we all need hope,
No matter how far we seem from it,
It will find us one day,
For hope will come to us,
Wish and desire wewe moyo out,
Keep in mind,
Don’t back away;
wewe know what wewe want,
Keep hoping till the END……
if this girl was wearing modern clothing do u think she would suit Janie better than my drawing? (No duh!!)
Temporary Home
For some people, this world is only a stopover. They arrive here to do some good while they can, but they know that this is still not their true home. They are angels who come to light up our lives with their luminescence and to teach us what they can before they have to songesha on. They flash in on golden wings, but it seems that they are gone before wewe can say “Thank you” au “I upendo you”. They leave softly, without fanfare. They kiss our brow as lightly as a heart’s whisper, and smile, blinding us with its brightness. When we blink, they are gone.
For some people, this world is only a stopover. They arrive here to do some good while they can, but they know that this is still not their true home. They are angels who come to light up our lives with their luminescence and to teach us what they can before they have to songesha on. They flash in on golden wings, but it seems that they are gone before wewe can say “Thank you” au “I upendo you”. They leave softly, without fanfare. They kiss our brow as lightly as a heart’s whisper, and smile, blinding us with its brightness. When we blink, they are gone.
Marafiki Are Forever,so I thought.
All those pictures that I bought,now torn apart along with my broken heart.
I miss those hugs and laughs we use to share,because now they act like they don't care.
Now all we do is fight.
I wish God would give us some light,give me a solution to solve all this tension.
Marafiki don't back stab you.
Marafiki don't talk behind your back au be pissed off at wewe when they feel like it.
Nobody seems to care anymore.
Now girls are turning into whores.
All I know is that now we are all Marafiki for never.
When we need to go back to being Marafiki FOREVER!
All those pictures that I bought,now torn apart along with my broken heart.
I miss those hugs and laughs we use to share,because now they act like they don't care.
Now all we do is fight.
I wish God would give us some light,give me a solution to solve all this tension.
Marafiki don't back stab you.
Marafiki don't talk behind your back au be pissed off at wewe when they feel like it.
Nobody seems to care anymore.
Now girls are turning into whores.
All I know is that now we are all Marafiki for never.
When we need to go back to being Marafiki FOREVER!
This is written about the perfect silence only found in the dead of night, and the feelings it inspires.
The title comes from the description a friend of mine gave when we were stuck in the middle of nowhere at midnight and I found it sort of beautiful.
Enjoy (I hope) :)
Weighted air and winking stars,
darkness draped, tension wrought.
This night, this hour, is ours.
Silence chimes unspoken thoughts
that choke my mouth.
Silver moonbeams in glittering outline
surround you, and in our youth
this night, this hour, we intertwine.
I'd upendo to hear what wewe like au hate.
Thanks for reading.
DietCokeGirl
The title comes from the description a friend of mine gave when we were stuck in the middle of nowhere at midnight and I found it sort of beautiful.
Enjoy (I hope) :)
Weighted air and winking stars,
darkness draped, tension wrought.
This night, this hour, is ours.
Silence chimes unspoken thoughts
that choke my mouth.
Silver moonbeams in glittering outline
surround you, and in our youth
this night, this hour, we intertwine.
I'd upendo to hear what wewe like au hate.
Thanks for reading.
DietCokeGirl
I'd wear that...
This is Molly Stray
