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,
wewe 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,
wewe tore,
wewe broke,
wewe yelled,
and wewe screamed,
wewe caused me all of this misery,
wewe brought these scars upon my wrists,
and wewe punched the hole in my heart,
i blamed myself,
out of my own stupidity,
i hate you!
i hate you!
this is what wewe did to me!
take a look at that picture!
and look at it closely!
fucking look at it!
i carved my upendo for you,
i carved it into my arm,
so that everyone can see,
that these are the things wewe did to me,
don't listen to his bullshit,
as its waste of time,
don't waste your life in love,
cause all it does is tear wewe apart,
upendo is just an excuse to die,
because once wewe play the cards of love,
your moyo breaks and turns stone cold,
then you'll end up walkin' the death road,
i dug my grave,
so i'll fucking die in it,
thankyou verry much,
cause this is what youve done,
so here i go,
never to be seen again,
fuck you,
i really hate you,
these are my last words,
I LOVED YOU
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,
wewe 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,
wewe tore,
wewe broke,
wewe yelled,
and wewe screamed,
wewe caused me all of this misery,
wewe brought these scars upon my wrists,
and wewe punched the hole in my heart,
i blamed myself,
out of my own stupidity,
i hate you!
i hate you!
this is what wewe did to me!
take a look at that picture!
and look at it closely!
fucking look at it!
i carved my upendo for you,
i carved it into my arm,
so that everyone can see,
that these are the things wewe did to me,
don't listen to his bullshit,
as its waste of time,
don't waste your life in love,
cause all it does is tear wewe apart,
upendo is just an excuse to die,
because once wewe play the cards of love,
your moyo breaks and turns stone cold,
then you'll end up walkin' the death road,
i dug my grave,
so i'll fucking die in it,
thankyou verry much,
cause this is what youve done,
so here i go,
never to be seen again,
fuck you,
i really hate you,
these are my last words,
I LOVED YOU
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?
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?
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 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.
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.