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posted by manjusang
Here I Stand Besides you
Don't wewe Even Realized That I Fight with Myself???????
against all the Reality that Can tore My souls..
I Can't make the loosing Fight with my own Hearth Beating..that was you...
wewe filling the hole that burned deep inside my Death Hearth,,
wewe MAke it Beating...
Flushing,,,
takes Me to the first Sunshines after my Nightmare..
Im Afraid..
I CAn't Imagine..
I CAn't Cope This..
How Can I Let My Self Flying high falling Free in Your Life,,then times awaits Me for hitting The Ground???????

Will I Survived from it?
Will I Still Have this beating then?
Help Me,,
Don't Let Me hit the Pain,,anymore..

Im Loosing,,Far Before The war Is Over..
Im in yours Now..
tie in ever single things wewe Make

wewe hold my Life's String..
Up....Down.... Lower...

wewe Stealing The best PArt Of Me..you Take it with wewe Now..
Now...
Im Nothing
Im Loosing this fight against my Self..
I Let My Self Falling In upendo With wewe
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.
This poem is written kwa me

My eyes are heavy
Can't hold load of tears
Plants look so blank
And autumn winds can be hear.

The flowers will no zaidi bloom
I'll keep myself locked in room
They just upendo theirselves
Knows my story each book of my shelf.

Why every time spring ends,autumn starts
I wish I could buy happiness from some marts
Smell the same those flowers beside the stream that flow
I wonder how every time they grow .

These hard winds of sorrows make me shatter
Every time flowers and petals scatter
But I know I'll find the plants the same
I'll make them onyesha the me and my fame.

I know someday the flowers will bloom again
It's a mduara, duara attached kwa a chain
Someday the spring will come back at my door
I will then say my worries are no more.

Autumn leaves scar but spring recovers each flower
Leaves will sure be green,flowers will bloom
Hopes will find their ways
Spring will come again someday.....
posted by irena83
I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went -and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chilled into a selfish prayer for light;
And they did live kwa watchfires -and the thrones,
The palaces of crowned kings -the huts,
The habitations of all things which dwell,
Were burnt for beacons; cities were consumed,
And men were gathered round their...
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posted by saracomet
I'm the toughest pastry maker who has ever baked a cake.
My impressive little pastries are impossible to break.
Yes, my kuki, vidakuzi and my keki will defeat the strongest jaws,
while my muffins are impervious to power drills and saws.

wewe have never seen a danish au a donut quite so strong
and I bake the fiercest fruitcake that has ever come along.
wewe can chew on them till doomsday, wewe can chew till kingdom come,
but you'll never get a nibble, not a solitary crumb.

wewe can whack them with a hammer, wewe can hit them with a stick.
wewe can stab them with a dagger, wewe can beat them with a brick.
wewe can drop them from an airplane, wewe can blast them with a bomb
but my pastries will exhibit only peacefulness and calm.

I expect you'll want to test them. I encourage wewe to try,
but you'll never make a mark on them and here's the reason why:
I do something with my recipes no other bakers do;
when the cookbook calls for "milk" au "water," I use Crazy Glue.
posted by irena83
In this room of despair,
A man is sitting with demons
Inside his head.
In this room of memories,
Only death breathes,
A man lives with gloom,
A man dies with sadness.

Inside his eyes ,
In that depth of blue terror,
Years of despair are seen,
Years of struggle are painted.

His life,
Cruel and lonely,
Was never a joy,
uchungu, chungu and sad
This man lives with demons
Of past.

I can see the pain that
Is painted on his face,
Silhouettes of past that
Play this muziki of terror,
I see only darkness and despair
Inside the eyes of a sad man.
This sadness is mine too,
This poem is written kwa the curse of
The children who will never meet happiness,
This poem is a poem of a sad man,
A man who sees nothing but greys.
posted by stellie
I wrote this when I was still figuring out who I am and when I was clearly lost, about 2 years ago. Here goes:
Fake friends
I'm tired of pretending
That I'm always happy
When I'm some times
NOT!

I've got fake friends
Who call themselves
My friends
When they're NOT!

Friends are true,
They don't lie,
They don't pretend
And they're there 4 u.

My Marafiki aren't true,
They do lie,
They pretend every day
And they aren't there 4 me.

How can 1 be happy
When they're pretending
And hiding
From reality.

No 1 is gonna kill u
When u stop pretending
They'll have 2 except u
As u'll have 2 except them.

I know it will be hard
2 turn...
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Your head, your bearing, your gestures
Are fair as a fair countryside;
Laughter plays on your face
Like a cool wind in a clear sky.

The gloomy passer-by wewe meet
Is dazzled kwa the glow of health
Which radiates resplendently
From your arms and shoulders.

The touches of sonorous color
That wewe scatter on your dresses
Cast into the minds of poets
The image of a maua, ua dance.

Those crazy frocks are the emblem
Of your multi-colored nature;
Mad woman whom I'm mad about,
I hate and upendo wewe equally!

At times in a lovely garden
Where I dragged my atony,
I have felt the sun tear my breast,
As though it were in mockery;...
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