Me: Okay i have no idea if this is good au not please maoni and rate. It would mean alot to me. Hahahaha i'll probably end up becoming a shabiki of you. Anyway yes i don't care praise au critique either one I'll have lol.
Oh and if my poem is that bad that wewe can't understand its about a boy asking a girl out but she says no and now she's confused.
I sway where i stand
hating the giult and confusion running through me
The clouds wrap, upangaji pamoja around the sun
leaving my mind in a black abyss of darkness.
My mind is confused,
why is this happening to me?
It is like someone picking a maua, ua bud
instead of the flourishing beauty beside it.
But i shall not lie,
and so truth be told
though it hurts him so.
A fresh wave of guilt crashes through me
as his face crumples in pain.
But there are no other options
at least none that i like.
And what is a point in a deceptive love
I bite my lip and turn away,
walking back with Tangled thoughts.
I sigh and try to answer the questions,
constantly pulsing through my mind.
Oh and if my poem is that bad that wewe can't understand its about a boy asking a girl out but she says no and now she's confused.
I sway where i stand
hating the giult and confusion running through me
The clouds wrap, upangaji pamoja around the sun
leaving my mind in a black abyss of darkness.
My mind is confused,
why is this happening to me?
It is like someone picking a maua, ua bud
instead of the flourishing beauty beside it.
But i shall not lie,
and so truth be told
though it hurts him so.
A fresh wave of guilt crashes through me
as his face crumples in pain.
But there are no other options
at least none that i like.
And what is a point in a deceptive love
I bite my lip and turn away,
walking back with Tangled thoughts.
I sigh and try to answer the questions,
constantly pulsing through my mind.
A special world for wewe and me
A special bond one cannot see
It wraps us up in its cocoon
And holds us fiercely in its womb.
Its fingers spread like fine spun gold
Gently nestling us to the fold
Like silken thread it holds us fast
Bonds like this are meant to last.
And though at times a thread may break
A new one forms in its wake
To bind us closer and keep us strong
In a special world, where we belong.
If I could have just One Wish
If I could have just one wish,
I would wish to wake up everyday
to the sound of your breath on my neck,
the warmth of your lips on my cheek,
the touch of your fingers on my skin,
and the feel of your moyo beating with mine...
Knowing that I could never find that feeling
with anyone other than you.
As wewe know, I live in New Zealand, a place abundant with clouds, mountains, and kondoo (I know, right!!!). This means that whenever we go on a school trip we're seeing lakes, au mountains, or, and this is my personal favourite, kichaka ('cause that never gets old). This time it was Mount Holdsworth.
After the trip we were asked to write some poetry that the kichaka had inspired. There was all that "If beauty could speak" cr*p, and some "Listen to the whisper of the trees", wewe know, all that. This is what it inspired for me...
ATTEMPT #1
The water running over the rocks,
makes me want to pee,
I think of Niagra falls,
The pee trickles down my knee.
ATTEMPT #2
The wind whistles in my hair,
makes me want to itch,
I scratch my hair a little bit,
Whoops, there goes a flying nit.
ATTEMPT #3
The bird chirping in the trees,
Makes my ears real sore,
Dad pulls a gun from his bag,
BOOM! Birdy chirps no more.
After the trip we were asked to write some poetry that the kichaka had inspired. There was all that "If beauty could speak" cr*p, and some "Listen to the whisper of the trees", wewe know, all that. This is what it inspired for me...
ATTEMPT #1
The water running over the rocks,
makes me want to pee,
I think of Niagra falls,
The pee trickles down my knee.
ATTEMPT #2
The wind whistles in my hair,
makes me want to itch,
I scratch my hair a little bit,
Whoops, there goes a flying nit.
ATTEMPT #3
The bird chirping in the trees,
Makes my ears real sore,
Dad pulls a gun from his bag,
BOOM! Birdy chirps no more.
Drift apart, this world is an art.
How so many people can come together as one,
and they learn to have fun.
It's amazing how, in times of need,
we all can overcome, and be one indeed.
No one wants to remember the bad times,
but those things can rule our lives.
Happiness is all that matters
until the happiness is shattered.
All we really need is each other
to grow and upendo another.
I think too much time is spent being sad,
when all we really should be is glad.
We have light, color, beauty, sound!
So why are people sad when no one is around?
It's the thought that counts, that's what people say,
so we'll be fine as long as we keep them in our hearts everyday.
How so many people can come together as one,
and they learn to have fun.
It's amazing how, in times of need,
we all can overcome, and be one indeed.
No one wants to remember the bad times,
but those things can rule our lives.
Happiness is all that matters
until the happiness is shattered.
All we really need is each other
to grow and upendo another.
I think too much time is spent being sad,
when all we really should be is glad.
We have light, color, beauty, sound!
So why are people sad when no one is around?
It's the thought that counts, that's what people say,
so we'll be fine as long as we keep them in our hearts everyday.
some amature suff
Dream Of My upendo So Far
Through my dreams,
I see you,
And me,
Kissing and holding hands forever.
On this roller coaster
i'm so scared
but your right there
holding my hand so safely
But they don't agree
This upendo is out of hand they say
I am taken away
And our connection is broken
But zaidi dreams to come
Say you're okay
But I wish always
To see wewe someday
Butterflies
The gracefull butterfly,
Flies so very high,
Her beautiful winds flapping in a rythmic beat.
Sometimes I wish,
That I could fly so gracefully,
And to leave my fears down on Earth.
To Forget all my troubles,
To let go of all grief,
To be as free as a butterfly.
My feet would list,
My head held up high,
Soon I would be in the sky.
To fly like the butterflies,
Is all I ask for.
Freedom at last.
Dream Of My upendo So Far
Through my dreams,
I see you,
And me,
Kissing and holding hands forever.
On this roller coaster
i'm so scared
but your right there
holding my hand so safely
But they don't agree
This upendo is out of hand they say
I am taken away
And our connection is broken
But zaidi dreams to come
Say you're okay
But I wish always
To see wewe someday
Butterflies
The gracefull butterfly,
Flies so very high,
Her beautiful winds flapping in a rythmic beat.
Sometimes I wish,
That I could fly so gracefully,
And to leave my fears down on Earth.
To Forget all my troubles,
To let go of all grief,
To be as free as a butterfly.
My feet would list,
My head held up high,
Soon I would be in the sky.
To fly like the butterflies,
Is all I ask for.
Freedom at last.
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 (:
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 (: