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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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Save My Poor Soul

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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Mental Help

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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Revenge

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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Dedicated to Revengeismine

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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Skeletal Kiss - A poem

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?

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Poem - A Bag of Happiness

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.

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Life is a test, Graded on a curve.

posted by hm94991

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.

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For Warmth

posted by starwarsfangirl

Hugging myself, I gaze out over the frozen wasteland. Winds whistles over the blinding white of snow as it carries new flakes down to the frozen desert of the earth. I can barely open my eye due to the extreme chilling rushing over my bones. wewe have trapped me here, in this twisted version of hell. The wind picks up, and sends me tumbling down a mountain of snow, which had not been there a sekunde ago. This place is a death trap.
I reach out to you, but wewe turn and walk away, abandoning me. Your moyo is cold. I want to help you, to heal wewe of your wounds, but wewe decline. wewe are dying...

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This Time

posted by HaleyDewit

Days, weeks, months and years
I’m still missing you, but I’ve stopped shedding tears
I’m passed the stage, where crying could ease my pain
I know wewe can’t come back, but your memory remains

So, take your hands out of my chest
‘Cause they’re doing their very best
To ruin me

And it’s a heartbreaking feeling
And I can’t stop reeling
This time I won’t make it out alive
And it’s like you’re still with me
But you’re never really
This time they can bury me alive

Getting up, getting to work
Going through the motions, like I’m fucking numb
Pretend I’m fine, but if wewe could read my mind...

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stargazing...

posted by blisslikethis

so, here are a couple zaidi old poems i dug up and decided to post. the first is one that came out of a period of intense creativity (ah if only i had the time nowadays). the sekunde was a creative uandishi assignment that i never got around to finishing, so i apologize if the end is a bit abrupt. once again, any feedback is greatly appreciated :).

stargazing

i dream in broad daylight
of an old front porch swing
where i sit cradling my guitar
singing wewe a song
while your paintbrush splashes sunbeams
across my upturned face

paint drips
in upinde wa mvua rivulets
down your sun-kissed skin
your eyes are filled with...

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Different

posted by suzyisbrute

My relationship with wewe resembles a chess game with two players, I can never predict what wewe will do and should never get Lost in distraction. Something about the game of chess is wewe must pick your own strategy and not allow your opponent to distract you. wewe should never make a songesha based on predictions, based on what songesha wewe opponent will make, otherwise in the end when wewe must revert to your own strategy wewe will be trapped.

I cannot read your mind. I cannot help but wonder what songesha wewe will make...what is your strategy? Are your emotions genuine? au are they based on how pretty my...

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My POEM= " U Give Me Pain That Never END !"

posted by Princess-j

"when ever I try 2 forget u. U Never let me Happen 2 forget U ! I dont know why U always do - Let me always Remind U !" I Remember, U make me SMILE when ever I m CRY. I Remember, U make me CRAZY when ever new think's I TRY!" I see ur smile in my MIRROR. I listen ur words in my EAR. Please just leave me alone for FOREVER !" U just think about Ur self , Ur life ! U just think about ur work, Ur Pride ! What about me I m Nowhere & u also just dont CARE !! " I still Remember that siku when U say " I have to go !" I say " Please dont go , I Need U !" & u say "My country Need me zaidi than...

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true Marafiki

posted by babyjay

true Marafiki are hard to come by...
yet when wewe catch them wewe feel like wewe can fly...
wewe trust them,
upendo them,
and talk of future...
wewe know that they will never lie...
and inayofuata to them wewe stand side kwa side...
wewe upendo them,
hug them,
and share smiles with eachother...
oh how it feels when wewe know your important...
that wewe know wewe have some one to comfort you...
wewe hold their hand,
skip down the street,
and feel no defeat...
true Marafiki are hard to come by...
but hold them tight so away they dont fly.

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The Depressing Side: A Novel in Three Parts

posted by crazyduds2

Sophia was not like ordinary children. She did not run as fast, nor dress the same, au even live in the same kind of house. In fact, Sophia was never a child inside from the age of five. On the eve of her fifth birthday, she had gone to bed, as weary and happy as ever, but, unlike most children of age five, she did not have peaceful dreams of butterflies and vichimbakazi all in a meadow together. In truth, she had a terrible nightmare, one that should not come to children of that age.
She dreamt of a bus, not a school bus, au one that people use to get off and on again and again, but a black, shiny...

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shadows in the night

posted by edward-lover456

shadows in the night
every one keeps telling me i'll be alright
I tell myself i'll never be the same
as long as i know his name
he made me fall in love
we never have to fight
he makes me fell alright
he is a njiwa the sign of love
to feel the love
it fits like a glove, glovu
upendo send from above
shadows in the night
we never fight
people tell me i'll be alright
i no i won't untell he comes back to me
that will set me free
we can be
the showdows in the night
he came back to me

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Anyday..

posted by Lila856

(k so this is a story my friend emailed me!! CAUTION: SOME MAY FIND IT OFFENSIVE)

I had been with my girlfriend for a year, but when I left my job at the bank, we broke up. I was okay with that, we had never connected, au maybe just never had the time to as my job was 12 hours a day.

After leaving my old life - my job, girlfriend and nyumbani in Los Angeles, I moved to a smaller town in California.

I struggled to carry all my luggage into the building my apartment was in, after getting out of the cab. When I stepped into the elevator, I saw her. I saw her like the men in the sinema see the women...

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In Our Hearts

posted by bratski2192

I ilitumwa this on Facebook a few hours ago. It's a tribute to my grandfather, Paul, who died last mwaka & his birthday would be today (6/30).

wewe are the best person ever
One siku we all will once again be together.

wewe are so silly & one of a kind
If anyone didn't upendo you, they'd have to be blind.

Your one-liners are still carried on
They're so funny, & I know you're not gone.

So, Grandpa: Happy 71st birthday
You're in our hearts, not far away.

NOTE: I upendo you, Grandpa. R.I.P. <3
-Donna Lee

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Make Up Your Mind

posted by HaleyDewit

I can’t get no reach of you
You want me with you
Then wewe push me away
And I can’t get no clear view
From these bloodshot windows
In your eyes

I’m torn left and right
You can’t seem to make up your mind
When will wewe drop your disguise
And onyesha me your inner side

I can hear what wewe say
But it doesn’t make any sense
When wewe say wewe upendo me
Then kumeza the words back in
I’m tired of this game
Will wewe just pick a side
If wewe don’t wanna lose me
Make up your mind

You treat me like a queen
Then wewe look at me
Like I’m dirt on your shoes
And wewe say the sweetest things
Then wewe talk to me
Like I’m...

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Reasons why wewe make me mad;The evil me

posted by gggyrl6

Here are two poems i wrote a while ago, one was out of anger towards my sister and the other one was self loathing (i was having a bad siku i'm not always like that)

I’m sick of these tears
That drip upon my face
With my head held low
I feel like a disgrace
I’m sick of all these arguments
Where only I get hurt
Not just kwa your words
Which are always so curt
But because I’m the one
Who's always in trouble
If it takes two to tango
How come the trouble isn’t double
Enough about the arguments
I have zaidi to address
Because the way wewe treat me
Is just a mess
You have rules
And that’s fine with me
But what...