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posted by djsheshe
Without

I'd never felt so dead before
So cold, so pained, unbearably sore
I never thought I'd hurt like this
Without wewe here, your murderous kiss

Without your hand to envelope mine
Without your voice, deep, divine
Without your dark, concealing eyes
Without your words, your venemous lies

I'd never thought of myself this way
So alone, every night, every ending day
I always saw my reflection inayofuata to yours
But I'm in darkness, behind closed doors

Without your speech, always mysterious
Without your smile, making me delirious
I thought you'd stay forever, you'd care
But now all I remember is your hateful stare
posted by mountainlion
How I Really Feel About You


I hate putting up with this act.

I can't stand it anymore.

I have to tell wewe how I really feel.

I don't know if wewe will like it

but here it goes:

I HATE you, I don't EVER want to see wewe again.

I hate that wewe think I will do anything for you

because wewe still think I like you.

I like someone new and I know that they

will treat me better than wewe ever did.

That is how I really feel about you, and I

knew that wewe wouldn't like it, but wewe know what

I DON'T CARE!
posted by Lovetreehill
On my school notebooks
On my dawati and on the trees
On the sands of snow
I write your name

On the pages I have read
On all the white pages
Stone, blood, paper au ash
I write your name

On the picha of gold
On the weapons of the warriors
On the crown of the king
I write your name

On the jungle and the desert
On the nest and on the brier
On the echo of my childhood
I write your name

On all my scarves of blue
On the moist sunlit swamps
On the living lake of moonlight
I write your name

On the fields, on the horizon
On the birds’ wings
And on the mill of shadows
I write your name

On each whiff of daybreak
On the sea, on...
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posted by tayandkris4evr
Now now. Don't be offended. Don't take this seriouslly. If wewe don't like this poem just songesha on. :) Enjoy.
__________________________________________________

Stupid girls


I don’t understand you.

Why do wewe constantly check the mirror?

Why do wewe constantly flaunt your body?

Why do wewe constantly throw your future away?


I don’t understand you.

Stuffing your bra, smacking your lips, bending down

Is that appealing?

Stuffing, smacking, bending.

What a life.


wewe live for attention. wewe live to view. wewe live to be viewed.


Now I know why the guys go for you.

You’re easy.

You’re trashy.

wewe can be thrown away.


Sorry, if I don’t understand, but really…

I don’t understand…
posted by juicyjossy9
John Keats

(1795–1821)


Soon the assembly, in a mduara, duara rang’d,
Stood silent round the shrine: each look was chang’d
To sudden veneration: women meek
Beckon’d their sons to silence; while each cheek
Of virgin bloom paled gently for slight fear.
Endymion too, without a forest peer,
Stood, wan, and pale, and with an awed face,
Among his brothers of the mountain chase.
In midst of all, the venerable priest
Eyed them with joy from greatest to the least,
And, after lifting up his aged hands,
Thus spake he: “Men of Latmos! shepherd bands!
Whose care it is to guard a thousand flocks:
Whether descended from...
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posted by juicyjossy9
Le Printemps doucement avait poussé la porte
D'une saison nouvelle ouverte au grand bonheur
Dans le creux d'un rocher, toute frêle mais forte
Sous la tiédeur du vent naquit une fleur

Dans l'air pur du matin balayé par la brise
Sa tige gracieuse et ses pétales d'or
S'élevèrent gaiement comme une belle frise
Nous offrant avec éclat les charmes d'un trésor

Et puis elle grandit, de jour en jour plus belle
Exhalant sa beauté que seules dans le grand vent
Mouettes et alouettes, passant à tire d'aile
Cueillaient du coin de l'oeil comme un beau diamant

Un jour, je verrai la fleur, symbole de tendresse
La corolle penchée au souffle du printemps
Je voudrai la cueillir et goûter encore sa caresse
Mais le vent l'emportera sur les ailes du temps


jj9/1983
added by Lovetreehill
Source: Sylvie
posted by zutaradragon
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...
posted by pinkmayhem6
Hole In My Soul
by
Jeremy Gould



The sun rose up with me today
and I can't help feeling this way
but every siku brings me down
and there's stillness all around
I've got to get away from the pain
so I try a stroll down memory lane

Yep, I still remember you
How could I forget?
wewe thought I'd Lost you, I bet

But wewe were the first
The first to hold me tight
The first to kiss me goodnight

Now there's nothing left
but this hole in my soul
that reminds me of what I've lost
Somehow I've got to replace
the emptiness that once was full
But what price do I pay, what cost?

The loneliness surrounding me
leaves me feeling less valuable
kwa the hour, kwa the minute
my livelihood slowly slips
As I watch it float away
I don't even try to stop it

I can't replace what you've done
so there's one solution, only one
I have to let wewe go
But there's one thing wewe should know

No matter where wewe are
No matter what wewe do
I'll always have this hole in my soul
to help remind me of you
posted by irena83
I'm love
I'm desire
I'm pain
I'm denial.

Call me whatever you
want me to be.
Call me!
That's all wewe see.

I'm pale
I'm tired
I'm love
I'm desire.

My kiss is so deep.
Can wewe feel my soul
talking?
My kiss is so soft.
Can wewe feel me?
Will wewe dream me?

I give my upendo to you.
I haven't chosen that,
it's just how it meant
to be.

I hide my tears from you,
i lock my the pain inside of me.
That's the place
i wish wewe never find.
That's my soul,
sorrow and desire.

I give wewe all wewe want,
i choose the sweetest words
for you.
My touch leads you
to the highest
power of imagination,
just to onyesha you,
just to have you.
posted by kyo-69
A little black flower, planted
with a seed of grace. The expression
of joy slowly shine on its face.
A little black maua, ua beautifully
devine. An elegant structure in this maua, ua u will find.


upendo and the joy of
happiness, this shows a black flowers
elegance. the color of
this maua, ua so proudly stand out.
wewe are a little black maua, ua without
a doubt.

Note: I would like to bring this out to a little girl that was killed in chicago where i live. so smart, so nice, so good, but why did she had to die..... she was part of the light and now i must find her in the darkness and bring her back to life.
posted by dustfingerlover
She inhales sharply.
She hates the irony, and the pain is too much.
She cannot see his face;
He has advanced from behind.
But she does not need too,
She knows his face too well.
His kisu digs deeper into her soft cheek.
He is carving a heart;
Mocking her obsession of him.
He whispers something incoherent to her.
She wishes she had listened closer.
He caresses her unmarked cheek with his gloved hand.
She closes her eyes,
Half wishing it was over,
Half wishing it would never end.


-Emily Rose-
7-20-10
posted by juicyjossy9
Heal
My
Wounds


I burn to make wewe understand
One wrong word and it all may come crashing down
For the fates are devious kwa heart
They envy wewe your dreams, so they'll let wewe drown

And there is no why, there is no how,
it's like the sky, just one free flow
But you're here right now, and this is your show,
so take a bow, cos the onyesha is on right...

Here and now with all dreams realized
Would wewe choose still zaidi time to do
Don't fall down when it's time to arise
No one else can heal your wounds

Once again taboo becomes your law
What wewe want seems taken kwa another tide turning away
from our maua, ua field where...
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posted by juicyjossy9
Diamonds
For
Tears


Why in these days of manmade wonders we still bicker over flies?
When wewe come seeking for forgiveness, I'll be forced to choose my side?

If I deny wewe what you're searching, do I do it out of fear?
Am I ruling out my reason, killing that which I hold dear?

Out of my way I'm coming, with an excuse just underway
Reality's so daunting, and I've got no way to explain

Cos when you're sound asleep inayofuata to me, I know you're the one
So when I hear wewe calling my name, why do I turn away and run
I guess that's why it's raining diamonds, sweet happiness in tears
Crying heaven shed your diamonds,...
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posted by juicyjossy9
DREAMER AND FAITH
OR THE CREATION
OF A NEW DAWN

In the beginning, the heavens and the earth were one. The sky was a mass of angry black clouds and the sea was nothing zaidi than a seething, murky swamp. Life as we know it did not exist.

Then one siku the clouds began to swirl and grow, thunder crashed and a terrible rain began to fall. It rained night and siku for weeks and months, as if it had done so forever.

At last the rain stopped, and the heavens and the earth had separated. From the waters and the mud, the gods began to appear, like young shoots of nyasi spinging forth from the earth.

This is...
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In the solemn shades of those art angelic clouds,
my airy spirit grows so light a true of hearts, and kwa your unnameable beauty with all inspirational grace, my silent thoughts of it my words to sweeten, in honey breath composed, that breathes in vows of love.

That blessed realm, that overspreads the earth,
came thundering down upon me from heavens fiery eyes, shining solely through the unstained window of your breast with the sacred radiance of that divining light, overlooking the flowery hills, green meadows and glassy streams, to bower natures art, as upendo has come to harvest.

Upon your virgin...
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Nature is a temple in which living pillars
Sometimes give voice to confused words;
Man passes there through forests of symbols
Which look at him with understanding eyes.

Like prolonged echoes mingling in the distance
In a deep and tenebrous unity,
Vast as the dark of night and as the light of day,
Perfumes, sounds, and colors correspond.

There are perfumes as cool as the flesh of children,
Sweet as oboes, green as meadows
— And others are corrupt, and rich, triumphant,

With power to expand into infinity,
Like amber and incense, musk, benzoin,
That sing the ecstasy of the soul and senses.

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I Give wewe These Verses So That If My Name

I give wewe these verses so that if my name,
A vessel favored kwa a strong north wind,
Fortunately reaches the distant future's shore,
And some night sets the minds of men to dreaming,

Your memory, like fables shrouded in the past,
Will weary the reader like a dulcimer,
And kwa a mystical, brotherly bond
Remain suspended from my haughty verse;

Accurst being to whom, from the deep abysm
To the highest heaven, nothing responds, save me!
— O wewe who, like an ephemeral ghost,

Trample lightly and with a serene look
Upon the dull mortals who found wewe repugnant,
Jet eyed statue, tall Angel with a brow of bronze!
posted by Lovetreehill
The Clock

Impassive clock! Terrifying, sinister god,
Whose finger threatens us and says: "Remember!
The quivering Sorrows will soon be shot
Into your fearful heart, as into a target;

Nebulous pleasure will flee toward the horizon
Like an actress who disappears into the wings;
Every instant devours a piece of the pleasure
Granted to every man for his entire season.

Three thousand six hundred times an hour, Second
Whispers: Remember! — Immediately
With his insect voice, Now says: I am the Past
And I have sucked out your life with my filthy trunk!

Remember! Souviens-toi, spendthrift! Esto memor!
(My metal...
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posted by tayandkris4evr
This scene of light and color has amazed me, yes. The structure, beat, and rythmn all flow perfect, yes. But, the one thing wrong is that wewe are not here. Not here to see it's beauty with me.
I stand alone in the color while my thoughts bleed from my mind. Oh how I wish that wewe would come save me. Save me from this beauty. It continues these lights, they flash and dart across my face. Mocking me, and teasing of their freedom. The freedom they have to songesha and dance.
It is all that I do not have. That, and you. wewe used to make the lights of my life dance and songesha and make the most beautiful array. Yet now all they do, these beautiful lights and colors, is bring me pain. I knew wewe weren't coming, I know wewe wont come. I know, and I knew, that wewe never did. I've tried to forget you, Ive tried to songesha on. But, no, these lights and colors continue their eternal dance of mockery and mercilessness.
posted by Lovetreehill
SERENADE

So sweet the hour, so calm the time,
I feel it zaidi than half a crime,
When Nature sleeps and stars are mute,
To mar the silence ev'n with lute.
At rest on ocean's brilliant dyes
An image of Elysium lies
Seven Pleiades entranced in Heaven,
Form in the deep another seven:
Endymion nodding from above
Sees in the sea a sekunde love.
Within the valleys dim and brown,
And on the spectral mountain's crown,
The wearied light is dying down,
And earth, and stars, and sea, and sky
Are redolent of sleep, as I
Am redolent of thee and thine
Enthralling love, my Adeline.
But list, O list, so soft and low
Thy lover's voice tonight shall flow,
That, scarce awake, thy soul shall deem
My words the muziki of a dream.
Thus, while no single sound too rude
Upon thy slumber shall intrude,
Our thoughts, our souls O God above!
In every deed shall mingle, love.