On a foggy siku ,
Following the light ,
Running far away .
There was a little car ,
Driven kwa two children ,
Made out of plastic and gum ,
With a fake license number .
And the car was the product
Of one’s imagination,
It was the guide through the forest
Of his life’s interpretation.
And the forest was dark
And hunted kwa Mbwa mwitu loups ,
Full of tears and pain
And of smiles went to vain.
And this kid was an orphan,
Slowly rushing through life ,
Searching for his mother ,
Waiting to be held tight.
He is Lost and scared ,
Yet unstoppable ,
Cause all his life he’s spent
Walking through that forest.
We ain’t all lucky and rich
au have families.
The truth is we only have ourselves,
To make our own journies.
This orphan’s an example
For those who don’t know ,
That that forest is the rode
We all have to go on .
this my poem...I just wrote it randomly...Don't know if it's any good...what do wewe think?
--------------------------------------------------
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.
--------------------------------------------------
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.
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!