I do not belong.
They do not see.
They can not feel the pain.
The pain of being alone.
Unloved.
I am dead to this hateful world.
All I ever wanted was love.
Happiness.
To have someone hold me.
Tell me they upendo me,
Someone I can trust.
Someone who will never let go.
All I see.
All I feel.
Is this hateful world.
Full of people who lie.
And use you.
They hate and most do not know why.
They think hurting people and the people they upendo makes them stronger.
It might.
But it hurts us real bad.
I do not belong here.
I am not apart of this world.
I do not feel what others feel.
I do not see what others see.
I am full of love.
Waiting to be loved.
To feel love.
To be kisses.
To be hugged.
To be held in warm arms.
All I get is a fist.
A foot.
Being cursed at.
And yelled at.
They do not care for how I feel.
They just want to be cry.
And bleed.
And begg for my life.
So I do not care either.
I cry.
Iscream.
I wish for my mom.
Slowly dieing inside.
I sit in the bathroom.
Cring needing a warm touch.
Bleeding to feel something.
Knowing mine only hurting myself.
Not careing anymore.
At least I feel something when I cut.
I am lost.
I am alone.
I am dead inside
I do not belong to this world.
They do not see.
They can not feel the pain.
The pain of being alone.
Unloved.
I am dead to this hateful world.
All I ever wanted was love.
Happiness.
To have someone hold me.
Tell me they upendo me,
Someone I can trust.
Someone who will never let go.
All I see.
All I feel.
Is this hateful world.
Full of people who lie.
And use you.
They hate and most do not know why.
They think hurting people and the people they upendo makes them stronger.
It might.
But it hurts us real bad.
I do not belong here.
I am not apart of this world.
I do not feel what others feel.
I do not see what others see.
I am full of love.
Waiting to be loved.
To feel love.
To be kisses.
To be hugged.
To be held in warm arms.
All I get is a fist.
A foot.
Being cursed at.
And yelled at.
They do not care for how I feel.
They just want to be cry.
And bleed.
And begg for my life.
So I do not care either.
I cry.
Iscream.
I wish for my mom.
Slowly dieing inside.
I sit in the bathroom.
Cring needing a warm touch.
Bleeding to feel something.
Knowing mine only hurting myself.
Not careing anymore.
At least I feel something when I cut.
I am lost.
I am alone.
I am dead inside
I do not belong to this world.
Slowly they creep up
They're hungry
Teir mom did it to their dad
That cold-blooded murderer
The baby black widows attack
slowly devouring their mom
They, too, became like her
Heaetless, an emotionless killer
An analogy to life
To humanity
Everyone MUST have revenge
Never letting things die
untill we die!
Why must we live like spiders
Devouring people when we're done with them?
Why must we be so uick to attack?
Why do we live life like this?
Because we're human,
But we still live like spiders
Killing, and dying and hating
When we should Live and upendo and Laugh
Is this really life?
They're hungry
Teir mom did it to their dad
That cold-blooded murderer
The baby black widows attack
slowly devouring their mom
They, too, became like her
Heaetless, an emotionless killer
An analogy to life
To humanity
Everyone MUST have revenge
Never letting things die
untill we die!
Why must we live like spiders
Devouring people when we're done with them?
Why must we be so uick to attack?
Why do we live life like this?
Because we're human,
But we still live like spiders
Killing, and dying and hating
When we should Live and upendo and Laugh
Is this really life?
\\What makes us human?//
【War】
War is a sadistic
Laughing in the background
Laughing as we cry for mercy
We know it is futile
But we beg
War is the scientist
Experimenting with our very being
Driving some to madness
And others to the realm of Satan
War is the hell
That crushes our souls
To the breaking point
And takes sick pleasure in doing so
War is the broken spirit
That is cursed upon kwa all man-kind
To be forever hated
And forever a scourge in our world
~ Written kwa a Poet for the Wandering Souls
【War】
War is a sadistic
Laughing in the background
Laughing as we cry for mercy
We know it is futile
But we beg
War is the scientist
Experimenting with our very being
Driving some to madness
And others to the realm of Satan
War is the hell
That crushes our souls
To the breaking point
And takes sick pleasure in doing so
War is the broken spirit
That is cursed upon kwa all man-kind
To be forever hated
And forever a scourge in our world
~ Written kwa a Poet for the Wandering Souls
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!
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!
Now now. Don't be offended. Don't take this seriouslly. If wewe don't like this poem just songesha on. :) Enjoy.
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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…
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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…
Disturbed, warped, some would say insane
Rotting fading some would say dying
Where is humanity? People killing friends
Suicide, homicide, murder: First digree, sekunde digree, Third digree
What does it all mean?
Painfull death: Shooting Stabbing hanging
Where has all the upendo gone
Living to be killed: Hitmen, dealers, thieves
Your roommate's a killer? wewe went camping on Friday the 13th?
These meaningless lies & rumors pass kwa undetected, Yet have the most profound affect on our lives
We live in a human world filled with savage beast
Violent beatings, drunken fights as we struggle with humanity gone astray
Being sucked into the endlesss black abyse
Screaming into deaf ears
Begging for majibu from the silent
Slowly fading dying losing all humanity
Now I stand here asking, pleading for answers, what happened?
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
There was an important job to be done and Everybody was asked to do it.
Everybody was sure Somebody would do it.
Anybody could have done it but Nobody did.
Somebody got angry about that because it was Everybody’s job.
Everybody thought Anybody could do it but Nobody realized that Everybody would not do it.
It ended up that Everybody blamed Somebody when actually Nobody asked Anybody
-- Confused? wewe should be, Now I want wewe to read this again But Read this first: "There were four people - Everybody, Somebody, Anybody and Nobody."
*reading it out loud makes it all the zaidi fun :)
Everybody was sure Somebody would do it.
Anybody could have done it but Nobody did.
Somebody got angry about that because it was Everybody’s job.
Everybody thought Anybody could do it but Nobody realized that Everybody would not do it.
It ended up that Everybody blamed Somebody when actually Nobody asked Anybody
-- Confused? wewe should be, Now I want wewe to read this again But Read this first: "There were four people - Everybody, Somebody, Anybody and Nobody."
*reading it out loud makes it all the zaidi fun :)