To pick on me till my last days this is why i'm so weak
Why can't we live happy in this world
Why do wewe have to pick on kids that already cut themselves
WHY
Why do wewe pick on kids to the point that the kill themselves
Why do wewe pick on kids that they feel worthless to make wewe feel stronger
Why do wewe pick on kids to make them feel lonely and unapreciative
Why do ou pick on kids that has mental disability
WHY
Your the reason why
Why kids kill themselves
No kid knows
and no adult knows
upendo is a mystery
people intend to find out
but never do
Some say
its when wewe cant live
without a person
others say
is when you'll do
anything for that person
but whose to say its not both
People say upendo is
when wewe want to
take care of someone
for the rest of both of their lives
Or
they will do any thing to
make the others dream
come true
but whose to say its not both
i could be all four but who knows
The truth about love
is that its defined
and emphisized differently
to some
than others
How can wewe upendo someone
is it physical?
NO
its a feeling that everyone gets
sometimes its strong
au still developing
But how do wewe know
If your even In love
kwa doing things you'd
never do for a person?
what is this feeling
love
it effects our whole lives
we never know how it comes
what it is
all we know is what it feels like
but we never know
until it comes to us
Has it come to you?
I have to write a poem
but I really don't know how.
So maybe I'll just make a rhyme
with something dumb, like "cow."
Okay, I'll write about a cow,
but that's so commonplace.
I think I'll have to make her be...
a cow from outer space!
My cow will need a helmet
and a space suit and a ship.
Of course, she'll keep a blaster
in the holster on her hip.
She'll hurtle through the galaxy
on meteoric flights
to battle monkey aliens
in huge karate fights.
She'll duel with laser sabers
while avoiding lava spray
to vanquish evil emperors
and always save the day.
I hope the teacher likes my tale,
"Amazing Astro Cow."
Yes, that's the poem I will write
as soon as I learn how.
but I really don't know how.
So maybe I'll just make a rhyme
with something dumb, like "cow."
Okay, I'll write about a cow,
but that's so commonplace.
I think I'll have to make her be...
a cow from outer space!
My cow will need a helmet
and a space suit and a ship.
Of course, she'll keep a blaster
in the holster on her hip.
She'll hurtle through the galaxy
on meteoric flights
to battle monkey aliens
in huge karate fights.
She'll duel with laser sabers
while avoiding lava spray
to vanquish evil emperors
and always save the day.
I hope the teacher likes my tale,
"Amazing Astro Cow."
Yes, that's the poem I will write
as soon as I learn how.
I do not own anything. I did not write this, and I do not know the author. I just really like this and wanted to share it.
Who will wewe be
when faced with the end;
the end of a kingdom,
the end of good men.
Will wewe run?
Will wewe hide?
au will wewe hunt down evil
with a venomous pride?
Rise to the ashes,
rise to the winter sky,
rise to the calling,
make heard the battle cry.
Let it scream from the mountains
From the forest to the chapel.
Because death is a hungry mouth
and wewe are the apple.
So who will wewe be
when faced with the end?
When the vultures are circling
and the shadows descend.
Will wewe cower,
au will wewe fight?
Is your moyo made of glass?
au a pure snow white?
Who will wewe be
when faced with the end;
the end of a kingdom,
the end of good men.
Will wewe run?
Will wewe hide?
au will wewe hunt down evil
with a venomous pride?
Rise to the ashes,
rise to the winter sky,
rise to the calling,
make heard the battle cry.
Let it scream from the mountains
From the forest to the chapel.
Because death is a hungry mouth
and wewe are the apple.
So who will wewe be
when faced with the end?
When the vultures are circling
and the shadows descend.
Will wewe cower,
au will wewe fight?
Is your moyo made of glass?
au a pure snow white?
wewe have many names
The Doctor, Barty Crouch Jr.
But to me?
You're SO much more
You're a hero
A speck of hope for humanity
And when wewe passed the batton
To the 11th Doctor,
wewe broke my heart
Better to quite whil you're ahead?
I would fight for you
My beautiful David
When people sy "fake" au "gay
I say
"You don't know"
or
"You wish"
You're amazing
wewe are astounding
But wewe are also a human
wewe are not a Timelord
au a wizard
And I mustn't forget that
wewe are just you
wewe are beautiful
wewe are David Tennant! <3
The Doctor, Barty Crouch Jr.
But to me?
You're SO much more
You're a hero
A speck of hope for humanity
And when wewe passed the batton
To the 11th Doctor,
wewe broke my heart
Better to quite whil you're ahead?
I would fight for you
My beautiful David
When people sy "fake" au "gay
I say
"You don't know"
or
"You wish"
You're amazing
wewe are astounding
But wewe are also a human
wewe are not a Timelord
au a wizard
And I mustn't forget that
wewe are just you
wewe are beautiful
wewe are David Tennant! <3
When does it stop hurting,
The pain leave,
the hate die?
When will I upendo wewe again,
au wewe upendo me?
Life isn't "if",
it's "when"
When will I...
When will you...
When will we...
And what if "When" never comes?
When will when come?
And one zaidi thing, when will wewe realise
That I'm not a toy?
When will wewe see,
That my moyo is broken, bleeding over you?
But for now,Before "When" comes,
I must forget, if not forgive.
I'm sorry,
That our "When" never came
That wewe shattered my heart,
That I wasted my time on you!
And now, I'm left sking,
When will my prince, my knight, come?
The pain leave,
the hate die?
When will I upendo wewe again,
au wewe upendo me?
Life isn't "if",
it's "when"
When will I...
When will you...
When will we...
And what if "When" never comes?
When will when come?
And one zaidi thing, when will wewe realise
That I'm not a toy?
When will wewe see,
That my moyo is broken, bleeding over you?
But for now,Before "When" comes,
I must forget, if not forgive.
I'm sorry,
That our "When" never came
That wewe shattered my heart,
That I wasted my time on you!
And now, I'm left sking,
When will my prince, my knight, come?
The lovesick boy and girl will meet.
Faster will both of their hearts beat.
Amidst the crowd they'll walk with pride.
With their hands intwined, they stride.
They'll target their goals and never miss.
And they'll take it further and have the first kiss.
They'll talk and laugh and cuddle and dream
They'll fall and cry and run and scream.
All the problems start from here.
They won't be easy, they wont be mere.
He'll want to kiss, she'll push away.
She'll want him near, he will not stay.
They'll break apart and will never mend.
This short-lived upendo is at it's end.
Faster will both of their hearts beat.
Amidst the crowd they'll walk with pride.
With their hands intwined, they stride.
They'll target their goals and never miss.
And they'll take it further and have the first kiss.
They'll talk and laugh and cuddle and dream
They'll fall and cry and run and scream.
All the problems start from here.
They won't be easy, they wont be mere.
He'll want to kiss, she'll push away.
She'll want him near, he will not stay.
They'll break apart and will never mend.
This short-lived upendo is at it's end.
Then wewe turned out to be depression.
All my hopes and dreams are gone;
kwa the moment wewe told me that we are done.
My whole life changed when I met you;
wewe turn it all around, happy to blue.
I hate wewe so much that I want to kill you;
But I can’t, ‘cause the upendo that I feel for wewe is true.
And then wewe came back, giving me your apology;
But I am hurt, sad, I feel the agony.
Tell me! Why are wewe doing this to me?
Why don’t wewe just leave, and set my moyo free?
Finally, I made my best decision;
I will never believe in wewe au to your fad illusion.
I will try my best to overcome this heartache;
Even though I have to lie to myself and pretend that all my upendo for wewe is fake.
i will die
its what i live for
f*** my life
F***heart
and F*** my will to live
i give wewe hope
i give wewe love
but pain is all wewe give
a moyo so big
it could save the world
pain so bad
it killed this little girl
so i say goodbye
to wewe
to you
my upendo will go on
and thro
and thro
dont be mad
dont be sad
live on
without me
for i will no longer suffer
this soul is now free
as free as she could be
no one owns me now
I AM ME!
its what i live for
f*** my life
F***heart
and F*** my will to live
i give wewe hope
i give wewe love
but pain is all wewe give
a moyo so big
it could save the world
pain so bad
it killed this little girl
so i say goodbye
to wewe
to you
my upendo will go on
and thro
and thro
dont be mad
dont be sad
live on
without me
for i will no longer suffer
this soul is now free
as free as she could be
no one owns me now
I AM ME!
Of all the brave and all the bold.
The race of blood had stories told.
About their barren fortress of red.
About the fact that they were dead.
Close the ruby studded door.
Of your black coffin on the marble floor.
Etched in stone were all their names.
And from their wrists to hell are chains.
In their palms lie burning coals.
Frozen solid is their souls.
From your veins, wewe blood now pours.
Stand kwa that vampire of yours.
Poem kwa Mimiii the Vampiyaa taco :3 au Vampiyaa <3 whichever one wewe prefer ;P
The race of blood had stories told.
About their barren fortress of red.
About the fact that they were dead.
Close the ruby studded door.
Of your black coffin on the marble floor.
Etched in stone were all their names.
And from their wrists to hell are chains.
In their palms lie burning coals.
Frozen solid is their souls.
From your veins, wewe blood now pours.
Stand kwa that vampire of yours.
Poem kwa Mimiii the Vampiyaa taco :3 au Vampiyaa <3 whichever one wewe prefer ;P
The King's song is quite a lonely thing
Behind his horse travels a tattered string.
It's only mean is to onyesha him the way.
Far from his silent abode he must stay.
That lonely King is the one who I miss.
Away from me he does not insist,
But life is merely a ribbon of red.
To those who abuse it will be cursed kwa the dead.
Shoot your piercing arrow of hate.
It will hit your moyo and bestow your fate.
From your mare onto nyasi you'll fall,
Knowing wewe did not cherish all.
upendo and laughter in our kingdom will soar,
Once he returns from his sad, bloody war.
Behind his horse travels a tattered string.
The King's song is quite a lonely thing.
Behind his horse travels a tattered string.
It's only mean is to onyesha him the way.
Far from his silent abode he must stay.
That lonely King is the one who I miss.
Away from me he does not insist,
But life is merely a ribbon of red.
To those who abuse it will be cursed kwa the dead.
Shoot your piercing arrow of hate.
It will hit your moyo and bestow your fate.
From your mare onto nyasi you'll fall,
Knowing wewe did not cherish all.
upendo and laughter in our kingdom will soar,
Once he returns from his sad, bloody war.
Behind his horse travels a tattered string.
The King's song is quite a lonely thing.
I am naught but a lonely Angel cursed kwa the shadows,
Covered in them like a cold blanket of evil.
My wings are broken and invisible, but my moyo is black as ash.
This is me.
I am naught but a single dying flower, blackened kwa hate,
Like a kisima, chemchemi pen on paper.
I speak no words but use my flowing movement to onyesha you.
This is me.
I am naught but a sorrowful discarded gem,
Proven to be nothing but a fake.
I may sparkle, but not in a way to bring joy.
This is me.
I am naught but dust in the wind.
Blowing ever so elegantly
To the rhythm of where the world will take me.
This is me.
Covered in them like a cold blanket of evil.
My wings are broken and invisible, but my moyo is black as ash.
This is me.
I am naught but a single dying flower, blackened kwa hate,
Like a kisima, chemchemi pen on paper.
I speak no words but use my flowing movement to onyesha you.
This is me.
I am naught but a sorrowful discarded gem,
Proven to be nothing but a fake.
I may sparkle, but not in a way to bring joy.
This is me.
I am naught but dust in the wind.
Blowing ever so elegantly
To the rhythm of where the world will take me.
This is me.
One million times my moyo will pound.
Against the blazing winds, we're bound
kwa thread woven from the petals of a rose
Out of the evils and goods, it was wewe that I chose.
Imprints of our steps on soft sand we make
And forever on your hand I'll hold, for our sake.
Our upendo has no price, it is naught but true.
You'll belong to me, and I'll belong to you.
What will become of us, we can only take a guess
Of course, sighs will be emitted nonetheless.
I'll smile when wewe smile and feel the pain wewe do
And if wewe cry a single tear I promise I'll cry too.
Against the blazing winds, we're bound
kwa thread woven from the petals of a rose
Out of the evils and goods, it was wewe that I chose.
Imprints of our steps on soft sand we make
And forever on your hand I'll hold, for our sake.
Our upendo has no price, it is naught but true.
You'll belong to me, and I'll belong to you.
What will become of us, we can only take a guess
Of course, sighs will be emitted nonetheless.
I'll smile when wewe smile and feel the pain wewe do
And if wewe cry a single tear I promise I'll cry too.