It was a winter’s morning when Nicola realised something strange. It was a peculiar morning, yet she didn’t understand why.
Nicola called her mum from her bedroom, but she got no reply. She tried a sekunde time, and even third time lucky. Yet Nicola still got no reply.
Finally, after a few dakika of what was an eerie silence, she jumped out of her kitanda and ran across to her mum’s bedroom. She flung the door open with such force that it made a loud bang, scaring herself at first for sure.
Nicola took a glance at the bed. It seemed as if no one had slept in it all night. The kitanda covers and sheets were neatly laid down, there wasn’t a single crease.
She walked back to her bedroom, worried and confused. Thoughts were racing around her mind as she tried to focus and concentrate. She picked up her dressing kanzu, gown when all of a sudden, her phone started ringing. She looked at the caller’s name. “Ella” she muttered to herself as she answered the phone.
“Hey Nicola” Ella said, rather happily too.
“Hi Ella, what wewe ringing me at this time for?” asked Nicola, curiously.
There was a silent pause for a few sekunde as Nicola patiently waited for Ella to reply.
“This morning, I woke up. My mum’s usually up before I am. I went downstairs… and no one was there!” Ella exclaimed, pausing for a moment. Ella went on to say, “Maybe our parents have… vanished?”
Ella had a huge grin on her face. At the other end of the phone, Nicola wasn’t too sure about that idea as it worried her a little. There was a long silence at first. After half an hour, Ella put the phone down after successfully reassuring Nicola that everything would be fine.
That same siku 1pm, Nicola and Ella decided to meet up at the park. They got there quite soon.
The park was silent; wewe could only just hear the whistling through the bushes and the trees.
Ella sat on a bench outside of the park and Nicola followed straight after her, sitting beside her. It was quite cold and frosty and the ice cold wind was blowing against the girls faces.
Nicola coughed. Then she alisema “What if what wewe alisema was true? Maybe all the adults in the country have really….vanished?!”
Ella thought for a moment. Then she smiled. She turned to Nicola as they both looked at each and grinned, as if kusoma each other’s thoughts.
After a few dakika of their silence, Ella suddenly said, “I have an idea.” She grinned, a big grin too.
“Go on, what is it?!” Nicola eagerly asked. She had her eyes locked on Ella, waiting for her reply. Her eyes were wide open.
“Let’s go take a look at the shops, down town! I know, I know, I know, wewe might not think it’s the most exciting thing in the world. But come on!” Ella replied, still grinning.
Nicola paused for a moment and had a think. She didn’t really like shopping, especially for clothes. She was definitely not one of the girly type. But Ella seemed to upendo it, for whatever reason.
Nicola called her mum from her bedroom, but she got no reply. She tried a sekunde time, and even third time lucky. Yet Nicola still got no reply.
Finally, after a few dakika of what was an eerie silence, she jumped out of her kitanda and ran across to her mum’s bedroom. She flung the door open with such force that it made a loud bang, scaring herself at first for sure.
Nicola took a glance at the bed. It seemed as if no one had slept in it all night. The kitanda covers and sheets were neatly laid down, there wasn’t a single crease.
She walked back to her bedroom, worried and confused. Thoughts were racing around her mind as she tried to focus and concentrate. She picked up her dressing kanzu, gown when all of a sudden, her phone started ringing. She looked at the caller’s name. “Ella” she muttered to herself as she answered the phone.
“Hey Nicola” Ella said, rather happily too.
“Hi Ella, what wewe ringing me at this time for?” asked Nicola, curiously.
There was a silent pause for a few sekunde as Nicola patiently waited for Ella to reply.
“This morning, I woke up. My mum’s usually up before I am. I went downstairs… and no one was there!” Ella exclaimed, pausing for a moment. Ella went on to say, “Maybe our parents have… vanished?”
Ella had a huge grin on her face. At the other end of the phone, Nicola wasn’t too sure about that idea as it worried her a little. There was a long silence at first. After half an hour, Ella put the phone down after successfully reassuring Nicola that everything would be fine.
That same siku 1pm, Nicola and Ella decided to meet up at the park. They got there quite soon.
The park was silent; wewe could only just hear the whistling through the bushes and the trees.
Ella sat on a bench outside of the park and Nicola followed straight after her, sitting beside her. It was quite cold and frosty and the ice cold wind was blowing against the girls faces.
Nicola coughed. Then she alisema “What if what wewe alisema was true? Maybe all the adults in the country have really….vanished?!”
Ella thought for a moment. Then she smiled. She turned to Nicola as they both looked at each and grinned, as if kusoma each other’s thoughts.
After a few dakika of their silence, Ella suddenly said, “I have an idea.” She grinned, a big grin too.
“Go on, what is it?!” Nicola eagerly asked. She had her eyes locked on Ella, waiting for her reply. Her eyes were wide open.
“Let’s go take a look at the shops, down town! I know, I know, I know, wewe might not think it’s the most exciting thing in the world. But come on!” Ella replied, still grinning.
Nicola paused for a moment and had a think. She didn’t really like shopping, especially for clothes. She was definitely not one of the girly type. But Ella seemed to upendo it, for whatever reason.
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Tick, tick, tick
That sound, constant in my head,
A sound that haunts every mind,
A sound that brings fear,
A clock,
Ticking the sekunde of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But wewe should not live in fear,
For life is too short for such a thing,
Some people waste these precious seconds,
Others treasure them, making sure that no tick is wasted,
The clock ticks on,
But as this sound is registered,
What do wewe do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three zaidi seconds, gone, like that,
Did wewe use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these sekunde in hell.
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Tick, tick, tick
That sound, constant in my head,
A sound that haunts every mind,
A sound that brings fear,
A clock,
Ticking the sekunde of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But wewe should not live in fear,
For life is too short for such a thing,
Some people waste these precious seconds,
Others treasure them, making sure that no tick is wasted,
The clock ticks on,
But as this sound is registered,
What do wewe do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three zaidi seconds, gone, like that,
Did wewe use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these sekunde in hell.
His Melody
To quiet the tears
She sings him to sleep
When the morning has dawned
He can’t be roused from a rest so deep
She sings him to sleep
Night after night
And when he does not awaken
Her will to go on grows slight
She sits and waits while he’s away
She remembers his laugh and smile
Oh what a joy to see his joy
She lifts up a prayer “May I see him in a short while?”
She sits at the window and waits
The sun sets slowly behind the kilima
The others say hello but she doesn’t hear
She is waiting to make the tears still
The time has come she cannot wait
She sets out to see her boy
To stop the tears
To bring him joy
But the tears she stills are not his
They fall from her eyes
She sings his lullaby again tonight
As she kisses the stone and her son good bye
To quiet the tears
She sings him to sleep
When the morning has dawned
He can’t be roused from a rest so deep
She sings him to sleep
Night after night
And when he does not awaken
Her will to go on grows slight
She sits and waits while he’s away
She remembers his laugh and smile
Oh what a joy to see his joy
She lifts up a prayer “May I see him in a short while?”
She sits at the window and waits
The sun sets slowly behind the kilima
The others say hello but she doesn’t hear
She is waiting to make the tears still
The time has come she cannot wait
She sets out to see her boy
To stop the tears
To bring him joy
But the tears she stills are not his
They fall from her eyes
She sings his lullaby again tonight
As she kisses the stone and her son good bye
Dear record of my misfortune I was correct. Today I walked into class and saw a huge pile of letters on my desk. When I opened them I realized that it was hate mail. It was so stupid, people were getting angry at me for what I did to Jessica when it was her fault! They were saying things like : Die emo bitch, kahaba die, bitchy whore. That last maoni doesn't even apply to me! I haven't even had my first kiss and they are saying this stuff to me! There was one letter that was bot mean even though I don't know who sent it. Inside it alisema roses are red violets are blue I don't now why they hurt you, if wewe want I'll tell them to can it, all because I upendo wewe Janet. I don't know who wrote wewe upendo poem rhyme thing but I upendo wewe too!
Is It True wewe Lie?
Is It True wewe Hate Me?
Is It True wewe Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True wewe Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True wewe Like Me Crying?
Is It True wewe Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True wewe Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True wewe Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True wewe Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True wewe Let Me Call wewe My True Bestfriend When wewe Weren't?
Is It True.....?
This is A Poem Hope Yuh Enjoy It Btw Tell Me What Yuh Think And This Is Just About Me Gettin Hurt After Being Stupid Enough To Believe Her Lies She Wasnt A True Bestfriend
Is It True wewe Hate Me?
Is It True wewe Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True wewe Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True wewe Like Me Crying?
Is It True wewe Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True wewe Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True wewe Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True wewe Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True wewe Let Me Call wewe My True Bestfriend When wewe Weren't?
Is It True.....?
This is A Poem Hope Yuh Enjoy It Btw Tell Me What Yuh Think And This Is Just About Me Gettin Hurt After Being Stupid Enough To Believe Her Lies She Wasnt A True Bestfriend
Her eyes were moto red,
as if they were
lit from anger.
I dont understand
why wewe are
mad at me.
Why wewe shoot
those harsh words
at me.
Aimed like bullets,
piercing my soul.
And It cant heal.
I never can dodge them.
The words hit me,
and I fall back.
My Marafiki ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"
But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why wewe are mad.
Why do wewe have to do
what wewe do to me?
Why does it give wewe
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my Marafiki take action?
Why cant wewe tell me WHY?
as if they were
lit from anger.
I dont understand
why wewe are
mad at me.
Why wewe shoot
those harsh words
at me.
Aimed like bullets,
piercing my soul.
And It cant heal.
I never can dodge them.
The words hit me,
and I fall back.
My Marafiki ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"
But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why wewe are mad.
Why do wewe have to do
what wewe do to me?
Why does it give wewe
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my Marafiki take action?
Why cant wewe tell me WHY?
Streetlamps, houses, gates, remotes, books, CDs and televisions. Brothers. Pairs. Each has a twin. In this chaotic place of materials the world has come to be, everything has a brother. But brothers are family. And family is connected somehow; if not kwa blood, then kwa what?
Energy.
Look hard. At everything that has a brother. A line of energy casts a connection between the two. The energy, with its harsh glares and cold looks creates the strongest and most complex bonds. Strong because of their brotherhood. Complex because of its invisibility. For there is power in invisibility. Cold, cruel power. The power to be a persecutor with no chance of being a victim. The power to twist and squeeze but not feel the wrenching pain of your twists.
Now, wewe ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.
This is my first time uandishi in stream of consciousness. I know it's short but don't judge me too harshly.
Energy.
Look hard. At everything that has a brother. A line of energy casts a connection between the two. The energy, with its harsh glares and cold looks creates the strongest and most complex bonds. Strong because of their brotherhood. Complex because of its invisibility. For there is power in invisibility. Cold, cruel power. The power to be a persecutor with no chance of being a victim. The power to twist and squeeze but not feel the wrenching pain of your twists.
Now, wewe ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.
This is my first time uandishi in stream of consciousness. I know it's short but don't judge me too harshly.
jamie is a beautiful girl. she has long ,blond hair,she has a pink shati and dark blue jeans. she was the cousin of lindsey.
she was walking her dog,sweetie,when,jamie tripped on a rock. she thn fell into the arms of trent.
'hell," he said.
"thnks for saving me,abd hi."
"you okay?"
"yeah,but,i,need to rest,and my house is pretty far from here.
"you can com,e over. i live across."
"thanks,um,"
"trent."
"trent."
they went to trents house,and they went up to his rom
"and this is my room."
i had a gray wall,with gutiar poster,and a bed.closet,drawers and other things.
"wow,thats a cool room."
"thanks."
"listen,do wewe have a girlfreind?"
"no,why?'
"i dont,do wewe wanna go out?"
"okay."
"so.."
then trent kissed jamie,and thats hat went on for the rest of the day.
she was walking her dog,sweetie,when,jamie tripped on a rock. she thn fell into the arms of trent.
'hell," he said.
"thnks for saving me,abd hi."
"you okay?"
"yeah,but,i,need to rest,and my house is pretty far from here.
"you can com,e over. i live across."
"thanks,um,"
"trent."
"trent."
they went to trents house,and they went up to his rom
"and this is my room."
i had a gray wall,with gutiar poster,and a bed.closet,drawers and other things.
"wow,thats a cool room."
"thanks."
"listen,do wewe have a girlfreind?"
"no,why?'
"i dont,do wewe wanna go out?"
"okay."
"so.."
then trent kissed jamie,and thats hat went on for the rest of the day.