I sit in the darkness as I stare up at the moon above me. I hear your voice and know I will be okay. Even if wewe are dead and gone wewe are always with me. When I cry wewe are with me. When I laugh wewe are with me. When I dream wewe are with me. When I can't find wewe I get scared. But moments later wewe there to hold my hand. Only I can see you. Your body may not be here but your spirit is with me. It feels as if wewe have never gone. Now I feel much better because I know now wewe can never be taken away from me again. I may die someday but don't worry because wewe are with me.
R.I.P - Grandma Rose
"I upendo you"
R.I.P - Grandma Rose
"I upendo you"
Your words may stay trapped
inside your own mind
but I can feel them
although they're confined.
I can read your face
as if it were a book
your mind is unpleasant,
as wewe simmer and cook.
wewe give into hatred
your temper boils over
and it's all done
in less than a blur.
Your words do sting
but it does not matter
for in the end
I will not shatter.
In the end
wewe will be the victim
of yourself
in the verbatim.
wewe are trapped,
wewe are your own
enemy; your own life
wewe have already blown.
It is sad, truly;
closing yourself off
with violence;
for now wewe may scoff.
In the end,
karma is our keeper
she is the ultimatum
of the Grim Reaper.
inside your own mind
but I can feel them
although they're confined.
I can read your face
as if it were a book
your mind is unpleasant,
as wewe simmer and cook.
wewe give into hatred
your temper boils over
and it's all done
in less than a blur.
Your words do sting
but it does not matter
for in the end
I will not shatter.
In the end
wewe will be the victim
of yourself
in the verbatim.
wewe are trapped,
wewe are your own
enemy; your own life
wewe have already blown.
It is sad, truly;
closing yourself off
with violence;
for now wewe may scoff.
In the end,
karma is our keeper
she is the ultimatum
of the Grim Reaper.
Phasing in
and phasing out
forgetting what
I originally sought.
Colors blur
and meld together
I dance so close
beside the heather.
I'm on the edge
of oblivion
I can't trust
What I've been seeing.
The world whirs around
I can't see straight
can wewe tell me
how I won this fate?
My thoughts
do vary from time to time
but they're always the same:
of my internal rhyme.
My life beats
to it's own accord
always repeating
it's crazy chord.
And so, to you
I'll depart my advice
perhaps to your life
it's good to add some spice.
-Starwarsfangirl
6/23/1
and phasing out
forgetting what
I originally sought.
Colors blur
and meld together
I dance so close
beside the heather.
I'm on the edge
of oblivion
I can't trust
What I've been seeing.
The world whirs around
I can't see straight
can wewe tell me
how I won this fate?
My thoughts
do vary from time to time
but they're always the same:
of my internal rhyme.
My life beats
to it's own accord
always repeating
it's crazy chord.
And so, to you
I'll depart my advice
perhaps to your life
it's good to add some spice.
-Starwarsfangirl
6/23/1
Every four years the two-headed monster rises from its pit, and we have a choice between this head au that. Their party line separation is a phantasm haunting reason. It's a choice between this diseased hand au that diseased hand. We are criminals who defy law. They are criminals who defy freedom. Endless heads of a bureaucratic hydra, and so the smiling wounds we draw across each neck. While they lounge in the decadence of their capitols and dream up new rules of social conduct, we shall sink a kisu in every Caesar, we shall aim our rifles and moto at every president, every senator, every statesman. Wake up. There won't be any change. In the sewer of capitalism, only the scum will rise.
My moyo has been punctured
It has never been broken
I’ve been filled with heartache
But that was unspoken
I’m always lonely
But I’m never alone
I live in a house
But my mind is my home
I’m not dead
But I’m not always alive
You’ve never been me
So wewe think I’ll survive
I’m always so happy
Yet I’m always so sad
I’m always so calm
Yet I always feel mad
Maybe I’m normal
And maybe I’m sane
But I’m not feeling right
I don’t feel the same... <3 <3 <3
It has never been broken
I’ve been filled with heartache
But that was unspoken
I’m always lonely
But I’m never alone
I live in a house
But my mind is my home
I’m not dead
But I’m not always alive
You’ve never been me
So wewe think I’ll survive
I’m always so happy
Yet I’m always so sad
I’m always so calm
Yet I always feel mad
Maybe I’m normal
And maybe I’m sane
But I’m not feeling right
I don’t feel the same... <3 <3 <3
this is a poem i wrote. i hope everyone likes it. this is the first time i have ilitumwa any of my writings. Enjoy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Moonlight comes through the window and softly hits on your face
and it takes my breath away As I look at the wonder the wonder of my life
and it takes my breath away As I look at the wonder the wonder of my life
I draw a pretty picture A picture on my wrist The picture keeps getting bigger Every time my feelings are dismissed wewe think the words don’t hurt me That the actions don’t cause me pain wewe think that if I smile I must be happy again I’m not going to blame it on wewe Because I know that its my choice But it only ever happens when wewe raise your voice I hear the screams and shouts And I reach out for the blade I do it without thinking Then I look at the mess I’ve made It looks ugly and it stings But it takes away the pain And the hurt Of all the other things I know you’ll tell me its wrong If wewe ever find out That’s why I keep my arms covered I don’t want wewe to scream and shout I keep my arms covered so no one else can see The scratches ive made on my arms There something that’s private to me
