My life so far has been...different. My dad left me and my mom when I was two. But something great came out of that I got an amazing new dad named Bill who we now know has dementia but we'll make it through...My brother is a junior in collage and I can't believe I'm saying this but I upendo him so. My mom is a nurse she's been married twice before Bill there going to get married lets hope soon! I upendo wanyama but I don't have any right now because my kitten got run over kwa a car two days before my birthday..I found out she died the siku after my birthday...all I wanted that mwaka for my birthday was to she her again.I have had ten samaki what can I say there not a real pet but I guess I'm the samaki killer! Now let me tell wewe a little zaidi about me...
Love- I upendo my Marafiki here on fanpop
Alli I hope wewe never stop wrighting and believing in yourself wewe are Beautiful brown hair in all! wewe great soul and I hope that boy au your Marafiki don't break it...P.S wewe tell them that I alisema that and maybe he'll remember to say HI!
Maria You've been through a lot so haven't I but you'll make it through all the pain and hurt and moyo break...you are strong and no one can break you! Your beautiful and one siku wewe will see the light behind the darkness
Hate- When people talk bad about other people...it makes me sick! I've been bullied,called names. But the then that I hate most and the worst I've every been talked about is kwa parents...Yes parents not kids. When I didn't know about my whole eye problem I had bad balance and I was a bad dancer...they would talk about me in the waiting room at dance about how I wound never be as good as the daughter au how I wound never be a good dancer. But look at me now...I'm on a dance team making my way to a solo! And I want those moms to know something...
I Heard Every Word...
Now think about that before wewe talk bad about something because the person your talking about always ends up hearing it.
Love/Hate- My life and how I look. I don't believe that I'm that pretty. When I look in the mirror I see a girl with big blue eyes and thick eye brows, and pale skin with a couple of freckles. A sort of big nose...and big round lips the go down like a frown. And I see uunmanageable hair that goes ten different ways. upendo the color of my hair ever changing but I just wish it wasn't so fluffy and big! I upendo how I'm creative and stuff but sometimes people take avantage of me with my drawings.
My life has been filled with amazement and gifts but is also been a cruse...But somw say all that pain makes wewe stronger...
I've been working on my Book series The Quest For Nova now for six months. I believe that I'm in every character on every page I'm there. I believe that I'm most like Artista because growing up I really wasn't aloud to be myself and we both have Artistic side of us! I believe I'm Viva because of her dark past. But I can't wait to share many zaidi great ideas with my Marafiki here and I hope your ready for Book to of The Quest For Nova called Wanted...and maybe there's going to be a book three? Find out soon...
This poem means a lot to me so I hope wewe like it
A Dancers Dream Ruined
I slip on my shoes
and lace them up.
Knowing that this is the last time.
I step onto the floor,
And stroll to the center.
I look in the mirrors surrounding me.
And think how could I have messed up?
I was only trying to be perfect.
What did I do wrong? I was only doing what the others did.
I find the courage to do my dance one last time.
With people watching me and starting to cry,
I start to feel a tear run down my face.
But then I saw one little girl.
Who reminded me of me.
so I smiled and put on a happy face.
I didn’t want her to give up on her dream.
So I did my dance gracefully,
Better than I have ever done before.
Then when it was over and the light,
Was no longer shining bright.
and,
I Lost control.
My dream of being in that dance was over.
I tried so hard to be perfect, that
I had damaged my dream.
kwa not seeing what was happening to me.
At first I thought this dream had damaged me
But now I see this dream is still with me…
But I live it thought in a new way.
Fierce & upendo
Malmcd au Mallory McDonald
Love- I upendo my Marafiki here on fanpop
Alli I hope wewe never stop wrighting and believing in yourself wewe are Beautiful brown hair in all! wewe great soul and I hope that boy au your Marafiki don't break it...P.S wewe tell them that I alisema that and maybe he'll remember to say HI!
Maria You've been through a lot so haven't I but you'll make it through all the pain and hurt and moyo break...you are strong and no one can break you! Your beautiful and one siku wewe will see the light behind the darkness
Hate- When people talk bad about other people...it makes me sick! I've been bullied,called names. But the then that I hate most and the worst I've every been talked about is kwa parents...Yes parents not kids. When I didn't know about my whole eye problem I had bad balance and I was a bad dancer...they would talk about me in the waiting room at dance about how I wound never be as good as the daughter au how I wound never be a good dancer. But look at me now...I'm on a dance team making my way to a solo! And I want those moms to know something...
I Heard Every Word...
Now think about that before wewe talk bad about something because the person your talking about always ends up hearing it.
Love/Hate- My life and how I look. I don't believe that I'm that pretty. When I look in the mirror I see a girl with big blue eyes and thick eye brows, and pale skin with a couple of freckles. A sort of big nose...and big round lips the go down like a frown. And I see uunmanageable hair that goes ten different ways. upendo the color of my hair ever changing but I just wish it wasn't so fluffy and big! I upendo how I'm creative and stuff but sometimes people take avantage of me with my drawings.
My life has been filled with amazement and gifts but is also been a cruse...But somw say all that pain makes wewe stronger...
I've been working on my Book series The Quest For Nova now for six months. I believe that I'm in every character on every page I'm there. I believe that I'm most like Artista because growing up I really wasn't aloud to be myself and we both have Artistic side of us! I believe I'm Viva because of her dark past. But I can't wait to share many zaidi great ideas with my Marafiki here and I hope your ready for Book to of The Quest For Nova called Wanted...and maybe there's going to be a book three? Find out soon...
This poem means a lot to me so I hope wewe like it
A Dancers Dream Ruined
I slip on my shoes
and lace them up.
Knowing that this is the last time.
I step onto the floor,
And stroll to the center.
I look in the mirrors surrounding me.
And think how could I have messed up?
I was only trying to be perfect.
What did I do wrong? I was only doing what the others did.
I find the courage to do my dance one last time.
With people watching me and starting to cry,
I start to feel a tear run down my face.
But then I saw one little girl.
Who reminded me of me.
so I smiled and put on a happy face.
I didn’t want her to give up on her dream.
So I did my dance gracefully,
Better than I have ever done before.
Then when it was over and the light,
Was no longer shining bright.
and,
I Lost control.
My dream of being in that dance was over.
I tried so hard to be perfect, that
I had damaged my dream.
kwa not seeing what was happening to me.
At first I thought this dream had damaged me
But now I see this dream is still with me…
But I live it thought in a new way.
Fierce & upendo
Malmcd au Mallory McDonald
Darkness falls around me, swirling at my feet,
the shadows ask me questions, their secrets I must keep...
The coldness that I feel inside, keeps my body numb,
but for the thoughts of loneliness, nothing can be done...
In the fog surrounding me, all conscious thought is lost,
I can not tell what's real au not, my mind's a Tangled knot...
I'm full of thoughts I can't retain, all I feel is guilt and shame,
I've begun to feel all hope is lost, someone stop the pain,
I Can See the lies dripping from your eyes in disguise...
The wind blows on my tear stained face, calling out to me,
always it's reminding me of what I cannot be.
I try so hard from siku to day, but I can't seem to find my way.
I can't control these thoughts that rise, the torment comes from deep inside...
My broken moyo is shattered, a pain that knows no end,
the shards of glass they slice me through, I'm bleeding from within...
Confused and fearful every day, no one deserves to live this way...
the shadows ask me questions, their secrets I must keep...
The coldness that I feel inside, keeps my body numb,
but for the thoughts of loneliness, nothing can be done...
In the fog surrounding me, all conscious thought is lost,
I can not tell what's real au not, my mind's a Tangled knot...
I'm full of thoughts I can't retain, all I feel is guilt and shame,
I've begun to feel all hope is lost, someone stop the pain,
I Can See the lies dripping from your eyes in disguise...
The wind blows on my tear stained face, calling out to me,
always it's reminding me of what I cannot be.
I try so hard from siku to day, but I can't seem to find my way.
I can't control these thoughts that rise, the torment comes from deep inside...
My broken moyo is shattered, a pain that knows no end,
the shards of glass they slice me through, I'm bleeding from within...
Confused and fearful every day, no one deserves to live this way...
Tears...
Wearing Kat's hat
Crazy Girl
~~~ FOR ALL THE PEOPLE IN UNCOMPREHENDABLE PAIN~~~
Black moyo Black Soul
Filthy like Coal
Dark moyo Dark Soul
Not even a Role
Gloomy moyo Gloomy Soul
Left there Broken
On an Abandoned Knoll
Cold moyo Cold Soul
Never a Whole
Bloody, Hurt, Plenty of Wounds
Nobody Heard that Piercing Cry
Leaving Scars
I might as well Die
With my Black moyo and Black Soul
Maybe wewe will come kwa
And Watch me Weep
As I zoom in to a forever Sleep
~~~ Anonymous
"A Note from the Author"
Every 4o sekunde a person dies from suicde. Decreasing the population. Bloody brutal deaths au easy painless ones. But People will never know how much it hurts. The Depression, Bullying, anything that Brings wewe down really does hurt. Most of the time wewe don't even know what the person is doing, and how much pain they are in. I wrote this for everyone in as much pain as i am au even more. May someone wipe away their tears,
Black moyo Black Soul
Filthy like Coal
Dark moyo Dark Soul
Not even a Role
Gloomy moyo Gloomy Soul
Left there Broken
On an Abandoned Knoll
Cold moyo Cold Soul
Never a Whole
Bloody, Hurt, Plenty of Wounds
Nobody Heard that Piercing Cry
Leaving Scars
I might as well Die
With my Black moyo and Black Soul
Maybe wewe will come kwa
And Watch me Weep
As I zoom in to a forever Sleep
~~~ Anonymous
"A Note from the Author"
Every 4o sekunde a person dies from suicde. Decreasing the population. Bloody brutal deaths au easy painless ones. But People will never know how much it hurts. The Depression, Bullying, anything that Brings wewe down really does hurt. Most of the time wewe don't even know what the person is doing, and how much pain they are in. I wrote this for everyone in as much pain as i am au even more. May someone wipe away their tears,
"I wonder if they'd miss me..."
If tears left scars then the world would know who wewe truly are.
For your tears leave scars and it would onyesha them how much you've cried and been crying.
It would onyesha them your pain and sadness that wewe always have tried to keep in
But one siku wewe just let it out for know reason...
Maybe it's because your friend turned on you?
Maybe it's because wewe long for someone?
Maybe it's because the one wewe want most is breaking wewe but wewe still upendo him in the end?
Maybe it's all of those things...
au maybe your just hurt and afraid that wewe can never fix your self again...
If tears left scars the world would know how much pain your truly in.
They would see that your hurt in zaidi ways then one...
They would see the real you...
But until that siku comes
I guess people will just have to hide it away...
Fierce & upendo
Malmcd
Poem Girl
Mallory McDonald
For your tears leave scars and it would onyesha them how much you've cried and been crying.
It would onyesha them your pain and sadness that wewe always have tried to keep in
But one siku wewe just let it out for know reason...
Maybe it's because your friend turned on you?
Maybe it's because wewe long for someone?
Maybe it's because the one wewe want most is breaking wewe but wewe still upendo him in the end?
Maybe it's all of those things...
au maybe your just hurt and afraid that wewe can never fix your self again...
If tears left scars the world would know how much pain your truly in.
They would see that your hurt in zaidi ways then one...
They would see the real you...
But until that siku comes
I guess people will just have to hide it away...
Fierce & upendo
Malmcd
Poem Girl
Mallory McDonald
There's a crack in my moyo from,
The Pain,
The Hurt,
From You.
My moyo has your name written all over it
My moyo beats faster when I see your face
Just your name makes me smile.
Why.
Why did wewe leave me with such as cruse
A cruse of loving you
and now I can't let wewe go
Your the only one that can fix my heart
But at the same time your the one who put the crack in my heart...
I can't trusted wewe
But I want to
I can't believe you
But I still lesson
I want to leave wewe and never look back
But I can't because my moyo can't last much longer
Your the glue to fix my beaten heart
It's crying for you
but wewe don't hear
wewe just walked away from me
and left me there crying in the rain
How can wewe be so curl when I gave wewe everything I had
Your a moyo breaker
wewe don't get it do you
wewe broke me
and wewe hurt me
and wewe felt nothing...
The Pain,
The Hurt,
From You.
My moyo has your name written all over it
My moyo beats faster when I see your face
Just your name makes me smile.
Why.
Why did wewe leave me with such as cruse
A cruse of loving you
and now I can't let wewe go
Your the only one that can fix my heart
But at the same time your the one who put the crack in my heart...
I can't trusted wewe
But I want to
I can't believe you
But I still lesson
I want to leave wewe and never look back
But I can't because my moyo can't last much longer
Your the glue to fix my beaten heart
It's crying for you
but wewe don't hear
wewe just walked away from me
and left me there crying in the rain
How can wewe be so curl when I gave wewe everything I had
Your a moyo breaker
wewe don't get it do you
wewe broke me
and wewe hurt me
and wewe felt nothing...
~Magically Gone~
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Book 1: Blown Away
Info: Born when her mother died in livebirth,little Rocky stays with her father near a forests. Five forest that never would bother Rocky. Infact,it was home. nyumbani that was blown away when something happened. Something that grew wings and flapped it all away. Rocky's life is never the same. Just imagine,you were born and living with only your living parent. Your Angel wings won't work and wewe atleast knock down your mother's diary. The upendo twisting story will bring wewe alive to the real world. Your Angel au butterfly, kipepeo wings are going to dry...yes,yes they will!
This is for ALL wewe fly fellows! *giggles*
♥ SnOoKiE♥
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Review
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Book 1: Blown Away
Info: Born when her mother died in livebirth,little Rocky stays with her father near a forests. Five forest that never would bother Rocky. Infact,it was home. nyumbani that was blown away when something happened. Something that grew wings and flapped it all away. Rocky's life is never the same. Just imagine,you were born and living with only your living parent. Your Angel wings won't work and wewe atleast knock down your mother's diary. The upendo twisting story will bring wewe alive to the real world. Your Angel au butterfly, kipepeo wings are going to dry...yes,yes they will!
This is for ALL wewe fly fellows! *giggles*
♥ SnOoKiE♥
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