this my poem...I just wrote it randomly...Don't know if it's any good...what do wewe think?
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If wewe upendo him,
Tell him so.
If wewe upendo him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
Don’t hide away,
Wishing all day,
Don’t hide away,
Just come out and say.
“Yes, I upendo you,
I’ve told wewe so.
And if wewe upendo me,
Please don’t go.”
“Yes, I upendo you,
I’ve told wewe so.
And if wewe upendo me,
Please don’t go.”
“Please, please,
Please don’t go.
Please, please.
Please, please don’t go.”
So, if wewe upendo him,
Tell him so.
If wewe upendo him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
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If wewe upendo him,
Tell him so.
If wewe upendo him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
Don’t hide away,
Wishing all day,
Don’t hide away,
Just come out and say.
“Yes, I upendo you,
I’ve told wewe so.
And if wewe upendo me,
Please don’t go.”
“Yes, I upendo you,
I’ve told wewe so.
And if wewe upendo me,
Please don’t go.”
“Please, please,
Please don’t go.
Please, please.
Please, please don’t go.”
So, if wewe upendo him,
Tell him so.
If wewe upendo him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
Little raindrops shiny,silver,
Dropping silently into the river.
A girl sitting quiet,alone,
Her smile is fading,her hope is gone.
It faded really long ago,
That sounds sad,i know.
She quickly wipes away a tear,
It's her secret so no one can hear.
She secretly cries every night,
It's her fate,so she cant fight.
She touches a raindrop and goes back inside,
She is so lost,she's losing her pride.
All she asks for is a friend,
Someone to be there and understand.
So help her to make her dream come true,
There's always something wewe can do.
Dropping silently into the river.
A girl sitting quiet,alone,
Her smile is fading,her hope is gone.
It faded really long ago,
That sounds sad,i know.
She quickly wipes away a tear,
It's her secret so no one can hear.
She secretly cries every night,
It's her fate,so she cant fight.
She touches a raindrop and goes back inside,
She is so lost,she's losing her pride.
All she asks for is a friend,
Someone to be there and understand.
So help her to make her dream come true,
There's always something wewe can do.
what I'm uandishi isn't exactly an makala , but I hope wewe will enjoy it ^_^ ..
Girl; Do I ever kuvuka, msalaba you'r mind ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do wewe like me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do wewe want me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would wewe cry if I left ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would wewe live for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would wewe do anything for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Choose me au you'r life ?
Boy; My life .
The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says ....
*The reason wewe never kuvuka, msalaba my mind is because wewe are always on my mind .
*The reason why I don't like wewe is because I upendo wewe .
*The reason I don't want wewe is because I need wewe .
*The reason I wouldn't cry if wewe left is because I would die if wewe left .
*The reason I wouldn't live for wewe is because I would die for wewe .
*The reason why I'm not willing to do wewe anything for wewe is because I would do everything for wewe .
*The reason I chose my life is because wewe are my life .
Girl; Do I ever kuvuka, msalaba you'r mind ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do wewe like me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do wewe want me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would wewe cry if I left ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would wewe live for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would wewe do anything for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Choose me au you'r life ?
Boy; My life .
The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says ....
*The reason wewe never kuvuka, msalaba my mind is because wewe are always on my mind .
*The reason why I don't like wewe is because I upendo wewe .
*The reason I don't want wewe is because I need wewe .
*The reason I wouldn't cry if wewe left is because I would die if wewe left .
*The reason I wouldn't live for wewe is because I would die for wewe .
*The reason why I'm not willing to do wewe anything for wewe is because I would do everything for wewe .
*The reason I chose my life is because wewe are my life .
inch kwa inch
bringing me closer
to my doom
butterflies of
anticipation
flutter nervously
in my stomach
knuckles whiten
jaws clench
what have I
gotten myself into
the suspense
is killing me
I'm going to hate it
I'm going to upendo it
I might lose my lunch
but I don't care
heaven help me
here it comes...
...
I hold my breath...
...
and then
I scream
my stomach
drops
my breath
is stolen
my heart
is pounding
adrenaline
courses
through
my veins
amid screams
of sweet terror
I fling up
my hands
and ride on
the wings
of Thrill!
I remember the siku I fell in love.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for wewe love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place wewe could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with zaidi moto then wewe could ever imagine.
zaidi passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the siku I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.
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This is dedicated to my first real mpira wa kikapu coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for wewe love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place wewe could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with zaidi moto then wewe could ever imagine.
zaidi passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the siku I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.
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This is dedicated to my first real mpira wa kikapu coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
Just a poem. I hope it isn't much of a bother to rate.
I dream of all things
Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts
Within these thoughts as dark as sea
When once those wings of black
Hung over all
Shadowing but of the wretched white
That blinds me of all beauty.
I dream of all things
From happiness to highs
Let down these pills
au I’m gone, retreat inside my mind
Where none but the darkest thoughts
Swallowing twilight
I dream of all things
From the stories told kwa hidden scars
Unable to onyesha themselves
Under this intense scrutiny
That makes up this world’s attire
To the times that I could be happy
Without a drug to create
The much-needed illusion...
I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.
I dream of all things
Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts
Within these thoughts as dark as sea
When once those wings of black
Hung over all
Shadowing but of the wretched white
That blinds me of all beauty.
I dream of all things
From happiness to highs
Let down these pills
au I’m gone, retreat inside my mind
Where none but the darkest thoughts
Swallowing twilight
I dream of all things
From the stories told kwa hidden scars
Unable to onyesha themselves
Under this intense scrutiny
That makes up this world’s attire
To the times that I could be happy
Without a drug to create
The much-needed illusion...
I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.
I have a secret: I'm afraid. I'm terribly afraid that I AM GOING TO DIE. I didn't ask for leukemia. Nor did I expect it. Especially not chronic myelogenous leukemia. Especially when chronic myelogenous leukemia tends to affect the OLDER males, and I'm only what, 14?
But do wewe know why it has to be a secret? I have a family: my dad and Jae, my youngest sister. [Yeah, I have two more, but, they're out of my life at the moment.] They cried their hearts out once I was diagnosed. They were afraid that they'd lose another family member--after all, my mother passed away after a car accident. I promised to be strong. For Dad. For Jae. For Mom.
But if being strong means that I have to hold back all these tears, that I have to surpress all my fear in order to comfort my family, sometimes I wish I didn't make that promise.
But do wewe know why it has to be a secret? I have a family: my dad and Jae, my youngest sister. [Yeah, I have two more, but, they're out of my life at the moment.] They cried their hearts out once I was diagnosed. They were afraid that they'd lose another family member--after all, my mother passed away after a car accident. I promised to be strong. For Dad. For Jae. For Mom.
But if being strong means that I have to hold back all these tears, that I have to surpress all my fear in order to comfort my family, sometimes I wish I didn't make that promise.