hope, for me, is a place uncharted
and extreamly over grown.
the world, it has chilled me,
frozen my very soul.

my little hope bird, it is gone
forbidden and forwarned.
all my faith and trust,
it flew away in the storm.

the fire, it can not warm me,
i do not feel the cold,
the sun doesn't shine,
my moyo is numb.

and this is why,
my hope bird has died.
because the world has chilled me,
my moyo can not ache,
nor can it brake.

the lie of a life
i'm suppose to live,
but, no one can give
an explination.
so i ask, Why?

why do we need
to belong in a group?
why can't i be me?

so this is why
hope for me is a place uncharted,
and my hope bird is gone.
i hope wewe understand...

The black rose
describes him best.
Dark,
just like his world is.
Dark,
just like his eyes.
And yet,
wewe should take a good look
before wewe touch it.

wewe may be hurt
if wewe don’t watch closely.
Rose is so gentle,
isn’t it?
So be careful,
wewe might be hurt.

Careful what wewe wish,
think twice first.
The petals are so soft
and sensitive,
wewe should know what
you’re indulge.

The black rose is apart,
she’s unique,
just like he is...
Nobody can see
the world he created.

He’s fearless,
but he feels.
He’s cold,
but he listens.
He’s mysterious,
but caring.
He understands,
but no longer cares.
He’s empty,
but awake.
He’s lonely,
but he knows...

Without a goal
wewe don’t live,
wewe just watch
your life fading,
without upendo
you’re so empty,
without understanding,
you’re still there,
in the world of your own.

Why can't the world become a fairytale book?
It wouldn't be as mean
But it may be much zaidi green
dragoni that can be your pet
Princesses with hair for rope climbing
Pumpkins that can turn into horse carriages
And Cats that wear boots and fight mice.
The people in reality aren't always very nice
But even the ogres and giants can say hello and give wewe nice things
Princesses aren't snobby Queen bees at school
Princes aren't egomaniacs
And money is in gold, silver, au copper au even magic beans!
Hens lay golden eggs
Poverty can end in five seconds
wewe can get your own fairy and wish for whatever wewe want
And have your any desires
But I guess this is all in the mind
But the world can be kind at times
It isn't always bad and cruel
But imagination makes it go around.

Sky so blue
Sky so black
wewe want me,
I’m never coming back,
wewe hit,
wewe cut,
I scream,
I cry,
No matter how bad,
wewe always lie.
I die,
wewe don’t cry,
wewe never did,
wewe never will.
Don’t cry,
When I die,
‘Cause every time it was a lie.
All I have to say is,
goodbye







its my turn to die,
i may hate you,
but i upendo you,
i'm a descrase,
i've had enough,
youre on your own,
forget about the one wewe left alone,
wewe lie to much,
forget about the one wewe loved.

Here is another poem. It is a bit dark but the truth is always darker than it seems.

Isolated,
I am isolated,
I isolate myself from the people who might care about me...

Watching,
They watch me but are blind,
Blind to the emotions that are always rinning through my mind while they just stare...

Broken,
My moyo is broken,
The cracks run deep and I know will never be filled...

Unseen,
I feel unseen,
Unseen kwa the ones who walk the halls and just look right through me...

Tears,
They never want to stop,
The tears stream down my face until the burn my cheeks...

Darkness,
I am Lost in a sea of black,
The waves crash around me and threaten to kumeza me forever

Poems can be short and sweet.
Some can be long and rough.
While others can be both of that stuff.

Poems have this sort of glow
And when they are running low
Someone reads them and what do wewe find?
A beautiful story that will get stuck in your mind.

Some poems make wewe cry.
Some poems make wewe fly.
Others can make wewe smile.
While some can even make wewe feel quite vile.

I like poems because they express feelings.
Even if wewe don't want anyone to know.
What is going on inseide your head.
It might even confuse wewe so~

This is what I want wewe to do.
POst this poem and I will too.
Share with the world around.
hujambo look! A picture of a clown!

your smile brightens up the world
your eyes are magical
your tears are precious
wewe make me laugh
and thought of losing wewe made me cry

your moyo is as deep as ocean
wewe are calm in sticky situations
wewe are the one who sings our song
yours words are an inspiration for me
wewe can see my pain through my eyes

it's wewe that makes me smile in
the hardest part of my life
wewe are the ray of light in the darkest night
wewe gave me new hope of life
wewe are always there for me

we have to different ways
but i will never forget wewe and your friendship
we might fall apart but
wewe will hold my moyo forever

the times we had are precious jam
wewe like me for who i m so
i dont have to be any body else
your friendship is the most beautiful thing
on this planet after you

My Trust Has Now Died, kwa Vampiyaa



Simple words cannot describe my anger towards you.
I wish for wewe to cry; to know that I am crying too.
Nothing wewe can say can ever allow me to forgive.
Now it is my turn to fight; it is my turn to live.
This friendship, these memories... mean nothing to me now.
I spend my time alone crying and wondering how
wewe could have ever betrayed me in such a sad way.
To you, to the world, I have nothing at all to say.
wewe have to know that I am finished with your lies.
upendo to wewe is less than nothing... because it always dies.
The universe now knows the reasons why I have cried,
But for everything that's happened, my trust has now died.

Silence,
smothered by
muziki that
breaks the loneliness
in my heart.


Although
my mind
is still seeking
for you...


I do miss you,
but I won't tell you.
The secrets of
my moyo you
will never know.


Although
my mind
is still seeking
for you...


It's wrong.
Thinking of you
leads me nowhere
but to the same pain.
It's wrong.
What wewe did
is wrong.


Although
my mind
is still seeking
for you...


It's wrong,
and you're not
coming back.
I feel it,
I know it,
but I still miss you.
And you're not here,
silence sleeps
with me.


Although
my mind
is still seeking
for you.