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posted by Cinders
 Larry the pumpkin, boga
Larry the Pumpkin
The pumpkin, boga Poem
I shall call it the pumpkin, boga Poem
Because it is short and fat, like Larry
Who also looks like a pumpkin

When I was a junior in high school, I tried to gather together 365 poems together so I could make a calender. Actually, my target was at least four hundred, so I could weed out the bad ones. I Lost the introduction that I wrote for my teacher, but these poems are based on bila mpangilio thoughts I'd have at one point au another throughout the day. Most are funny, some are not. Generally, it's kind of how I like to see life. Happy, amusing, but very precious. So I present to wewe the Unfinished...
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I look back on all those memories,
and wonder, what did this all mean to me?
i new there where feelings,
i loved you!
i loved you!
i cant deny that i didn't,
but now i think back and once again wonder,
what is it that i fell for,
your controlling,
your exhausting,
i cant trust you,
i cant be around my own friends,
guys au girls,
you just don't let,
Ive finally come to realize,
that none of this is my fault,
it wasn't me who tore the hearts,
it was you,
your ripped,
you tore,
you broke,
you yelled,
and wewe screamed,
you caused me all of this misery,
you brought these scars upon my wrists,
and wewe punched the hole in...
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Broken wings;
sitting there crying,
is an Angel dying,
clutching her broken wing,
whilst trying to piece together her broken ring,
why has she been chosen for this fate,
this angel, does got not appreciate?
her heavenly tears flowing,
as she can feel her life is going,
her moyo is hurting,
she feels she hasn't done enough for gods earnings,
drip drop, drip drop,
her tears come to a sudden stop,
shes aliyopewa up on her halo,
shes aliyopewa up on her wings,
if this is gods will,
she will force herself to fulfill,
in life and death this is what she choose to follow,
and now she will wait until tomorrow,
she knows what...
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posted by HaleyDewit
What’s wrong with me
I no longer seem to find a reason to be happy
Trying to hold back the tears searching their way to my cheeks
Swallowing the scream that’s trying to escape my throat
What wrong with me
Wallowing myself in the darkness that’s consuming me
Hoping there’ll be a siku where I can see things clear
Hoping one siku I’ll find my way back home

You better run, run, run, rus as fast as wewe can
Before I drag wewe down

I’m a pile of misery
I’m a tormented soul
I’m a prisoner of loss
Captured between my walls
I beg wewe nice from my knees
Take away this agony
I’m a wreck
‘Cause since you’re...
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posted by _Blackhearts_xx
Black roses;
They became the roses that where once red,
They became this Black when my moyo bled,
They Represent my Sorrows,
They represent the path my moyo follows,
Black roses;
the symbol of my heart,
this is what it became, once i fell apart


Black roses,
there's a beauty hidden in this Darkened rose,
as it Stands innocently Maintaining its pose,
A beauty that Attracts those who have gone astray,
it frees them of thier hearts pain,
Black roses;
So beautiful wewe are,
Your as raidient as a shining star

Razor blade roses,
free me of your grip,
as your sharp ends are causing my skin to split,
Theres nothing like this pain,
but for this moment, i will let the blood rain,
the beauty pours from its core,
Spreading eagerly across its Petal covered floors,
Pain becomes pleasure,
As this rose is tempting me with its beauty,
free me from your grip,
and let the blades slip



i hpoe wewe like them (:
posted by edward-lover456
The Golden Tear part seven
please tell me if wewe want me to continue in the comments! enjoy!
I waited and waited and I thought the hole thing was a prank
but then Kyle finally can in the room and alisema "I'm sorry Eva there
was a million paschen's wewe must of thought I stud wewe up" I said
"yeah I kinda did but it's okay your here now" and then my mom
and Molly and David walked back into the room. Molly alisema "Mama
Eva we got wewe an ice cream!" and David alisema "yeah if grandma didn't
eat it all" and Mom alisema "ha ha very funny the only thing missing is
the cherries David and Molly" David alisema "Mama Eva...
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posted by HaleyDewit
This is my first rap song. It's about my co-worker. It's not very nice. Also, somewhere there's the line 'i don't mind being the hottest chick around' I usually don't say those kinds of things. She just really pissed me off.

Talking shit like a twit
That’s all wewe can do
But when it comes down to it
Nothing gets through to you
You’re all big talk
But wewe got no game
And this poor me crap
Is really fucking lame
Who the hell are you
To play victimized
We’ve all got issues, bitch
But I guess yours are worse than mine
If you’d be the honest person
You claim to be
You wouldn’t talk third
person singular...
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I had to do this for creative writing, and since this site is severely lacking, I figured I'd give it a shot.

For my Creative uandishi Class

The Faith Healer

He alisema to her, “I can cure you.”
Wide eyed and desperate, she believed him. She had been to doctors, and hospitals, and oncologists galore. And his hands were soft, and his eyes inviting. She trembled in his embrace as he tried to soothe her aching fears.
“I’m tired of waiting,” she breathed, her chest rattling with effort.
He kissed her forehead and stroked her hair, holding onto her as if his own life depended on it. She pulled her...
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This is a play I wrote.
There are three acts.
I'll add the inayofuata two later.

(scene 1)
(enter Gabby and Conner, who appear to be arguing)
Gabby: For real, Conner, I really don't trust Anna. (shakes her head)
Conner: Really, Gabby, her parents founded the church. How can wewe not trust her?
Gabby: Steve and sherry helped too.
(enter Anna)
Gabby: (death glares at Anna, but goes unnoticed)
Anna: So, Conner, are wewe talking to yourself au something?
Gabby: (clenches her fists, runs silently out of the room)
posted by HaleyDewit
Another DE song :) This time from Damon's point of view.

This is quite extraordinary
Never thought this could happen to me
Not after what happened last time
I gave my moyo and Lost my mind
This could be the new beginning
Of a story with a happy ending
Will wewe not mess with my head
I don’t want to regret falling in upendo again

So, won’t wewe stay
To brighten up my day

‘Cause wewe lift me up to another dimension
When you’re around it’s heating the passion
You make me want to change
And all I want to do is make wewe happy
‘Cause you’re bringing out the best of me
For wewe I’ll try to change


This...
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posted by HaleyDewit
Four months gone, but still so vivid
Feels as though I actually lived it
Can’t get it out of my mind
Though God knows I’ve tried
Save my poor soul
You slip back into my head at any unguarded moment
For wewe to come back is all I ever wanted
I long to be inayofuata to you
But that won’t do me no good
Save my poor soul

And now I can’t breathe
Oxygen left along with you
Fear’s coming over me
Because I can’t seem to get through

Hear my silent cries
Help me face the night
Show me how to be strong
And save my poor soul
Decrease my suffering
Give me strength to begin again
Light find my way back home
And save my...
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posted by HaleyDewit
Out of your mind
You wave with your scepter
Completely blind
‘Cause wewe think you’re so much better
You say we should fall off our high horses
But when I do I’ll take wewe down with me

Started the feud
But wewe still play innocent
Your bitchy attitude
Is not gonna get wewe any credit
You say you’re the one being picked on
But you’re not getting any sympathy

If manipulation was a crime
You’d be sentenced for a lifetime
I’d make sure wewe wouldn’t make it through the day
If hypocrisy was an award
You could use it as a substitute heart
But know wewe won’t always get your way


You’re making it hard...
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posted by HaleyDewit
When wewe bleed wewe can start dying
You can finally stop denying
There's no reason for wewe to keep on trying
Just admit that you've been lying
You better find a place to play hide and seek
'Cause the things I'll do will make wewe weak
Remember all the things that wewe have said
'Cause I can't get the revenge out of my head
Soon you'll be dead

One siku I'm coming back
I'm getting ready for the attack
I'll fight wewe like before
You won't hurt me anymore
You better start to run and find a place
'Cause a lying bitch, kahaba like wewe has no saving grace
Remember all the things that wewe have done
'Cause my revenge will give...
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posted by HaleyDewit
wewe use the word slut when wewe don’t know what it means
Maybe wewe should ask your mom when she drops down to her knees
And maybe I’m a bitch, but at least I’m one with style
I don’t need to pick a fight, unlike link
You write everything in nyara and wewe can scarcely spell your name
You hurt the ones I upendo and for that I’ll make wewe pay
And wewe can ignore this, wewe can keep going on
But don’t start crying when wewe end up all alone

You can laugh this off
You can call my bluff
But it’s one for all and all for one
You can throw with rocks, wewe can try to play dirty
But if wewe get to my friends,...
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posted by AnaHallam
Never before in the short time Cassie had spent on this earth, had the desire to escape burned so brightly within her. The damp soil clung to her delicate toes as she scampered through the wild, untamed grass. Such that it was miles high. au so it appeared to her tiny form and limitless imagination. In truth the nyasi merely tickled her knees as it reached up towards the sky in a desperate attempt to grasp just a single ray of sunlight. Not a blade prevailed.

The sky remained as dark as ever, the sun was not coming today. It rarely did in winter; it simply shrouded itself in rainclouds and...
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posted by Booyahboy
I wrote this poem, its not very gd, but i wanted some criticism, so i figured...well, here goes



Skeletal Kiss

Kisses from a skeleton.
A hand that cannot touch.
A nose that can't pick up the scent
Of perfumed skin, as such.

Sweet nothings from a skeleton,
Inspired kwa sightless eye.
Words tainted, kwa the rotted lips
Through which they must pass by.

Embraces from a skeleton.
The fault of broken heart,
Which used to rest in marrow cage
But now is gone, in part.

upendo comes not from a skeleton,
From death, from lack of life.
It only lives in memory
Which lives through after life.




Ok, be honest, What do wewe guys think?
I stumbled upon link a while zamani and decided that some of the points I made in a very long-winded maoni on her poem were valid for the population of writers here on Fanpop, especially but not only beginning writers and those just venturing into the fascinating world of the written word.

I advised dear greek to use zaidi concrete picha in her poetry to better express her mostly abstract ideas. (And greek, I hope wewe do not mind me using wewe as an example. If wewe do, please let your offense be known). She had written a lovely poem and titled it "My Life" and while the concept was genuine and...
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posted by TheHiddenCane
She watched them as they moved down her street.
They never saw her, took great care in looking away before she noticed their shamelessly wide eyes were glued to her body... or, zaidi importantly what she embodied: this world they lived in wasn't perfect.
Her presence there seemed to pollute their pretty city and just like the odd bia can au stray McDonalds bag, they ignored her. She wasn't stupid though... she knew she was just as much an ornament as the ribbons that decorated the streetlights at this time of year, that she in fact blended in with the rest of the pavement and she herself was...
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posted by Little_Cullen
Hi everyone this is a poem I wrote the other day, I think it's supposed to have some hidden meaning, like, wewe know, money can't buy happiness and if wewe try to buy it your being ripped off... au something... To be honest I don't really remember what I was thinking when I wrote it. Anyways, what do wewe think?

A Bag Of Happiness

I skip on down to the market,
With my pocket full of of magic beans,
I hand them to the vendor,
“A bag of happiness, please.”

He passes me over a drawstring bag,
Made of velvet, inky black,
I thank him with a friendly smile,
He smiles eerily back.

I hurry nyumbani and pull the string,
Glad nobody was near,
But my face fell as I looked inside,
The little bag was bare.
A little motavational poem I found link. Enjoy. ;P



At age 4, success is...not peeing in your pants.
___At age 12, success is...having friends.
____At age 16, success is...having a driver's license.
_______At age 20, success is...having sex.
________At age 35, success is...having money.
________At age 50, success is...having money.
_______At age 60, success is...having sex.
_____At age 70, success is...having a driver's license.
___At age 75, success is...having friends.
At age 90, success is...not peeing in your pants.