A place to hide
A place to relax
A quiet place
Full of upendo and peace
The only place where the wild red roses grow.
I see wewe standing there
People call wewe my stalker
I call wewe my guardian.
Others judge and misunderstand
What a great person wewe truly are
Let's fly away to our most secret place
Away from public disgrace.
My moyo never grows weary here
My upendo blossums like a morning lilac
Stars in Heaven whisper to me
As I drift to sleep peacefully.
The noise and confusiion never awakens me
Oh my dear friend, stay here with me forever
Let's forever be children, not with a care
Catching invisible fireflies in the midnight air.
A place to relax
A quiet place
Full of upendo and peace
The only place where the wild red roses grow.
I see wewe standing there
People call wewe my stalker
I call wewe my guardian.
Others judge and misunderstand
What a great person wewe truly are
Let's fly away to our most secret place
Away from public disgrace.
My moyo never grows weary here
My upendo blossums like a morning lilac
Stars in Heaven whisper to me
As I drift to sleep peacefully.
The noise and confusiion never awakens me
Oh my dear friend, stay here with me forever
Let's forever be children, not with a care
Catching invisible fireflies in the midnight air.
With that feeling of being
trapped under your desires,
wewe rot slowly and all your dreams
become nothing but the dust.
That decision wewe made was present
for years,
and yet, wewe lived with hope that
the things would change.
wewe left your days behind,
hoping that these days won't come back,
hoping that wewe will live,
hoping that wewe will live.
Your ways are unknown now,
and everything is new.
wewe live with that constant fear
of failure,
though wewe know that wewe are not
coming back to these days of sorrow,
the days you're trying to bury deep
in the past,
although the history of your past
has been cursed,
that smell of your past is on your backs,
smothering the light wewe seek for.
Your demons are awoken,
listening your breathing,
roaming in your mind,
but your will is strong,
and your ways are now unknown.
trapped under your desires,
wewe rot slowly and all your dreams
become nothing but the dust.
That decision wewe made was present
for years,
and yet, wewe lived with hope that
the things would change.
wewe left your days behind,
hoping that these days won't come back,
hoping that wewe will live,
hoping that wewe will live.
Your ways are unknown now,
and everything is new.
wewe live with that constant fear
of failure,
though wewe know that wewe are not
coming back to these days of sorrow,
the days you're trying to bury deep
in the past,
although the history of your past
has been cursed,
that smell of your past is on your backs,
smothering the light wewe seek for.
Your demons are awoken,
listening your breathing,
roaming in your mind,
but your will is strong,
and your ways are now unknown.
Who I am
I am mysterious yet sweet
I wonder what the future brings
I hear Mbwa mwitu loups imba to the moon
I see diamonds swimming in a black sea above me
I want people to understand me
I am bila mpangilio yet shy
I pretend I’m always on new adventures
I feel misunderstood
I touch shards of my past, remembering them well
I worry that no one can view things the way I do
I am courageous yet cunning
I cry when I can’t figure something out, no matter how hard I try
I understand people’s problems
I say witty things to persuade people
I dream of a life of adventure
I try to fit in but it’s just too boring
I hope to travel around the world, making even zaidi Marafiki along the way
I am all that I am, I am myself.
I am mysterious yet sweet
I wonder what the future brings
I hear Mbwa mwitu loups imba to the moon
I see diamonds swimming in a black sea above me
I want people to understand me
I am bila mpangilio yet shy
I pretend I’m always on new adventures
I feel misunderstood
I touch shards of my past, remembering them well
I worry that no one can view things the way I do
I am courageous yet cunning
I cry when I can’t figure something out, no matter how hard I try
I understand people’s problems
I say witty things to persuade people
I dream of a life of adventure
I try to fit in but it’s just too boring
I hope to travel around the world, making even zaidi Marafiki along the way
I am all that I am, I am myself.
but now the world is cold and dark.
when wewe held me close i could feel the warmth of your heart.
but now all i feel is the rain wewe left me standing in.
wewe alisema it was like we were flying to forever; you'd never let me fall.
but i guess your true words were carried with the wind.
and now all you've left me,
are bittersweet memories of you.
and now i know that when wewe come again,
i won't be smiling at the window.
for what you've done to me,
wewe need to feel.
wewe need to know what it means,
to lose your first love.
how the world stops turning.
blurring your visoin.
yet making it clear kwa erasing feelings for you.
and soon you'll realize,
that i will have moved on.
then you'll want me back.
but wewe want what wewe can't have.
because now the bittersweet memories have gone.
and i have stopped caring about you.
MEMORIES
even them.
Stars each night give a sign,
like a dime.
Colors everywhere,
is what i dare.
Each mwezi they even give a sigh,
of those great times.
Twinkles everywhere,
what i shall dare.
The muziki plays,
at every day.
The maua, ua blooms,
their is no dooms.
Searching for the light,
shall not be a fright.
wanyama make a sound,
and im so proud.
Far away their can be someone,
even in london.
Their is probraly someone waiting for you,
and they care about you.
Wishes can come true,
what about you.
THE END
THANK wewe FOR kusoma IT!
cause it might come true
ive learned that lesson the hard way
i wished that no one would care for me
i got that wish and everyone turns there backs
on me thanks to me and my stupid wishing.
thanks to me people are gone in hell were they think they belong i hope they know they dont belong in hellthey should be in heaven .
thanks to me people leave me i wish i could go away and stay away thanks to me everyone hates me.
nobody cares for me im all alone someone save me from me living a living hell help me now if wewe even care!
I'm dying without peace.
Silence my thoughts
with words that only you
could say.
Baby, silence my thoughts.
Silence my sorrow,
it eats my body and soul.
Silence my sorrow
with your natural smile.
Come baby,
silence my sorrow.
The storm is coming
and you're not here.
I predicted it, though.
I did, in the silence
of your echo,
I knew that the storm
is coming.
Silence my cry,
come back to me
just this once.
Silence my surge,
it's only wewe who can do that.
Oh, baby, come back to me.
Silence my fear,
I'm Lost without your presence.
Silence my fear
with words that will calm my heart.
Pain is so loud in this silence.
Come baby,
it's only wewe who can soothe
the doubts of my heart.
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.
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.
Vitaï Lampada
There's a breathless hush in the Close to-night --
Ten to make and the match to win --
A bumping pitch and a blinding light,
An saa to play and the last man in.
And it's not for the sake of a ribboned coat,
au the selfish hope of a season's fame,
But his Captain's hand on his shoulder smote
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"
The sand of the desert is sodden red, --
Red with the wreck of a square that broke; --
The Gatling's jammed and the colonel dead,
And the regiment blind with dust and smoke.
The river of death has brimmed his banks,
And England's far, and Honour a name,
But the voice of schoolboy rallies the ranks,
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"
This is the word that mwaka kwa year
While in her place the School is set
Every one of her sons must hear,
And none that hears it dare forget.
This they all with a joyful mind
kubeba through life like a torch in flame,
And falling fling to the host behind --
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"
There's a breathless hush in the Close to-night --
Ten to make and the match to win --
A bumping pitch and a blinding light,
An saa to play and the last man in.
And it's not for the sake of a ribboned coat,
au the selfish hope of a season's fame,
But his Captain's hand on his shoulder smote
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"
The sand of the desert is sodden red, --
Red with the wreck of a square that broke; --
The Gatling's jammed and the colonel dead,
And the regiment blind with dust and smoke.
The river of death has brimmed his banks,
And England's far, and Honour a name,
But the voice of schoolboy rallies the ranks,
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"
This is the word that mwaka kwa year
While in her place the School is set
Every one of her sons must hear,
And none that hears it dare forget.
This they all with a joyful mind
kubeba through life like a torch in flame,
And falling fling to the host behind --
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"
sad and desperate
wewe sit there
hating the day.
Die now,
die,
wewe see no day,
all wewe see is
despair.
Frantic and empty,
broken and lonely
wewe sit there
hating your thoughts.
Die now,
die,
wewe see no day,
all wewe see is
despair.
The doors of your dreams
are locked,
had always been locked.
You've been dead
for years,
living like a shadow,
in the thoughts,
in the dreams.
These dreams are
the laughter of insanity.
Die now,
die,
wewe see no day,
all wewe see is
despair,
these days of
happiness
don't belong to you,
the gloom dwells
inside you.
I once killed a man when the black moon was out
And the white stars were twinkling in the shadow of doubt
When the city was silent except for the raven’s call
And the beasts in the woods hid in darkness’s shawl
I crept through the front gate of the path to his home
And slid across the yard where his children would roam
‘He will never see his children again’ alisema my thoughts that were cruel
But the man had to pay for calling me a fool
I walked into the house, weapon in hand
Knowing exactly where it would land
I would help the reaper to take his life
It was just me, him, and a sharpened knife
And now as I pace my prison cell
I think about the tale I tell
My tale should be in a book on a shelf
I’m glad I killed him. And I laughed to myself
And the white stars were twinkling in the shadow of doubt
When the city was silent except for the raven’s call
And the beasts in the woods hid in darkness’s shawl
I crept through the front gate of the path to his home
And slid across the yard where his children would roam
‘He will never see his children again’ alisema my thoughts that were cruel
But the man had to pay for calling me a fool
I walked into the house, weapon in hand
Knowing exactly where it would land
I would help the reaper to take his life
It was just me, him, and a sharpened knife
And now as I pace my prison cell
I think about the tale I tell
My tale should be in a book on a shelf
I’m glad I killed him. And I laughed to myself
I wish I was free of this curse
Things just couldn't get worse
I wish people would let me forget
All the many things I regret
Tears fall down my face
When I'm reminded that I'm a disgrace
I remember the stares I got
When I threw fits a lot
Even now that I'm better
I feel like I'm in fetters
My past will follow me forever
When people taunt me about it I say "Whatever"
But my moyo will hurt so much it was ache
I wish they would give me a break
Until the siku I'm driven off in a hearse
I will always have autism, my curse
Things just couldn't get worse
I wish people would let me forget
All the many things I regret
Tears fall down my face
When I'm reminded that I'm a disgrace
I remember the stares I got
When I threw fits a lot
Even now that I'm better
I feel like I'm in fetters
My past will follow me forever
When people taunt me about it I say "Whatever"
But my moyo will hurt so much it was ache
I wish they would give me a break
Until the siku I'm driven off in a hearse
I will always have autism, my curse
wewe feed your soul with pain,
reviving some old wounds,
old memories that should have
been buried somewhere
where wewe would never find them.
But memories have found you,
living inside your head,
hiding in your tears.
The road of happiness
seems so distant to your view,
tho wewe still seek for these days,
the days of change.
Misery is smiling to your face,
and you're looking straight into it,
thinking, seeking for the answers
that eat your soul.
wewe might not meet the happiness
in this life and that's your scar,
that's your misfortune,
the tear you're hiding.
wewe live like a shadow,
inhaling the dust of your
time, knowing that all good
things are bypassing you,
thus your life is just a dust
in the air.
The road of happiness
seems so distant to your view,
tho wewe still seek for these days,
the days of change.
your days will be different,
welcome to where your soul
will be filled kwa happiness.
But, days like these
live only in your eyes,
like a dream, like a wish,
and the shine inside your
eyes makes the dream
valuable.
Every siku wewe wake up
knowing that life did
nothing for you,
and yet, wewe did nothing
for yourself.
Some dreams just
can not become true
and knowing it
your life becomes pointless,
that glow inside your eyes
is fading slowly,
and wewe are no longer alive,
reality has crumbled on you.
wewe live like a shadow,
as if your footsteps are
all that is left,
and your moyo is as empty as
your eyes.
Your life is fading along with
your forgotten dreams.
Some dreams are not meant
to be achieved.
are honest and deep,
wewe don't fear.
wewe speak the truth
without fear,
even though wewe
might be hurt.
Truth is good
when there is
someone who
will listen.
Lies are for cowards,
people with disguise,
wewe decide who wewe are.
Speak the truth
even when wewe doubt
that your words
might be twisted
kwa those who hear not!
Their laughter echo
in your mind,
wewe decide who wewe are.
Honesty is all yours,
wipe your tears out,
the laughter will
never stop,
for that's who they are,
and this is you,
remember, this is you.
