Let's say your walking down the mitaani, mtaa and wewe see a girl on the other side of the road.Looks like a sweetheart au a nice person wearing a light green sundress. At first glance wewe don't give the girl a sekunde thought but if wewe looked zaidi closely wewe would have seen the biker boots and the heavy jewelery. And yet her face and her dress looked like sunshine.
wewe may think the girl weird au strange but that's just how she dress. Though wewe don't have the guts to go up and ask her about it. Why? Because it's rude to ask why she dresses like that and wewe just want to keep on going to your destination.
So wewe shake your head and walk on. Later your suprised to think of that strange girl from the street. wewe wonder why wewe can't stop thinking of her. Maybe it's because she looked so out of place, so different that wewe thought of her. Who wouldn't stop and think of someone with a different sense of things?
au someone who's just different in the way wewe see people that they make wewe stop and think. Stop and think about the girl in the sundress and biker boots.When wewe see something new it catches your eye. It's like when tv turned from black and white to color, it opened your inner eye. Your eye of creativeness.
So the inayofuata time wewe see the girl in the sundress and biker boots wewe smile warmly at her, as if she's an old friend. And she smiles back just as warmly, as if your sharing a secret.
wewe both make your way to the bus but wewe let her get on first and she thanks wewe in a warm,bubbly voice.
As wewe get on she finds a kiti, kiti cha and offers the kiti, kiti cha inayofuata to her and this time wewe thank her.
wewe both introduce yourself and shake hands. wewe find out her name is Corrie. And just like that you've gained a new friend, the girl in the sundress and biker boots.
wewe may think the girl weird au strange but that's just how she dress. Though wewe don't have the guts to go up and ask her about it. Why? Because it's rude to ask why she dresses like that and wewe just want to keep on going to your destination.
So wewe shake your head and walk on. Later your suprised to think of that strange girl from the street. wewe wonder why wewe can't stop thinking of her. Maybe it's because she looked so out of place, so different that wewe thought of her. Who wouldn't stop and think of someone with a different sense of things?
au someone who's just different in the way wewe see people that they make wewe stop and think. Stop and think about the girl in the sundress and biker boots.When wewe see something new it catches your eye. It's like when tv turned from black and white to color, it opened your inner eye. Your eye of creativeness.
So the inayofuata time wewe see the girl in the sundress and biker boots wewe smile warmly at her, as if she's an old friend. And she smiles back just as warmly, as if your sharing a secret.
wewe both make your way to the bus but wewe let her get on first and she thanks wewe in a warm,bubbly voice.
As wewe get on she finds a kiti, kiti cha and offers the kiti, kiti cha inayofuata to her and this time wewe thank her.
wewe both introduce yourself and shake hands. wewe find out her name is Corrie. And just like that you've gained a new friend, the girl in the sundress and biker boots.
All this pain just inside...I cannot let it go.... It hurts so bad...Seeing the one wewe upendo in the arms of another.... Each night I cry myself to sleep,just hopeing the inayofuata siku will be even beter...But these words always run through my mind..."You're going to die alone".. It repetes and repetes...Pain ... Oh how it hurts so... But what makes it worse...That someone that's with the one my upendo ...is my rival....Time has stopped to wewe as your tears run down slowly on my cheek.... I've Lost almost everyone in my life... It's even scary just trying to be myself....They say if wewe keep your feelings jared up...you'll snap... That's haven't happened to me yet... And hope it will never will. Don't keep your feelings jared up... au one siku you'll snap
I loved to write songs. These beautiful poems of love, heartbreak, life and misery. I still do. Shame they'll never reach the world as I hoped.
But, life is life and death is well, death. I wish I could still play with Eyes Of The Wolf, my old band. I remember the lullaby I wrote for Jannet when she had nightmares.
'Prr, Prr
Of the Cat on the mat so peaceful
Cheep, Cheep
Of the Bird in the garden so alive
Neigh, Neigh
Of the Horse on the racecourse so mwepesi, teleka
Woof, Woof
Of the Pup in the tulips so playful
But now please my dear Jannet rest
So tomorrow wewe take life's inayofuata test'
I still sing it to her every night. But she can't hear me now. Maybe i'm just not imba loud enough. Sometimes she hears me sing a few lines. I know because sometimes when I sing she'll start crying. I don't know why. Maybe she misses me. au maybe I scare her. I don't know. The world is a very strange place
But, life is life and death is well, death. I wish I could still play with Eyes Of The Wolf, my old band. I remember the lullaby I wrote for Jannet when she had nightmares.
'Prr, Prr
Of the Cat on the mat so peaceful
Cheep, Cheep
Of the Bird in the garden so alive
Neigh, Neigh
Of the Horse on the racecourse so mwepesi, teleka
Woof, Woof
Of the Pup in the tulips so playful
But now please my dear Jannet rest
So tomorrow wewe take life's inayofuata test'
I still sing it to her every night. But she can't hear me now. Maybe i'm just not imba loud enough. Sometimes she hears me sing a few lines. I know because sometimes when I sing she'll start crying. I don't know why. Maybe she misses me. au maybe I scare her. I don't know. The world is a very strange place
The leader, Miranda, looking like she stepped from a 17 magizine, as always.
This is a song inspired kwa Anastasia's Once Upon a December. Also, it's the main song for my novel-in-progress, Imaginary. It's a song in which one of the main characters sings to cheer her up when she's scared. And once I finally get the story ilitumwa here, you'll actually see the depth and power and horror of the song.
Written kwa a friend of mine from school.
Midnight settles, darkness falls
Close your eyes and remember
Fallen angels always sing
Once upon a December
Blood is flowing and it's warm,
Life's nightmares are like a storm
Demons dancing gracefully
across my memory
Broken butterflies with torn wings
The pain they will always remember
Fallen angels, I hear them sing
Once upon a December.
Written kwa a friend of mine from school.
Midnight settles, darkness falls
Close your eyes and remember
Fallen angels always sing
Once upon a December
Blood is flowing and it's warm,
Life's nightmares are like a storm
Demons dancing gracefully
across my memory
Broken butterflies with torn wings
The pain they will always remember
Fallen angels, I hear them sing
Once upon a December.
Scraping at the boughs,
Unknowns becomeths known,
Where shards break across my skin as my mind is shredded into nothing.
How did I get here?
How did I become this?
How do I get out?
Trapped inside a thousand mirrors,
Seeing so many façades,
Which one is me?
Carved up and bleeding,
Happy unconscious,
Pepped up to go?
Nails scratch into my brain,
As I pick apart memories,
For a clue.
An inkling.
An idea.
Lost!
I’m so lost!
Where do I fit in anymore?
Who am I?
And how did I wind up here?
Unknowns becomeths known,
Where shards break across my skin as my mind is shredded into nothing.
How did I get here?
How did I become this?
How do I get out?
Trapped inside a thousand mirrors,
Seeing so many façades,
Which one is me?
Carved up and bleeding,
Happy unconscious,
Pepped up to go?
Nails scratch into my brain,
As I pick apart memories,
For a clue.
An inkling.
An idea.
Lost!
I’m so lost!
Where do I fit in anymore?
Who am I?
And how did I wind up here?
I need to find a name for my character. She is a twelve mwaka old girl with short, kinda boyish blonde hair. She has a curious and Mischievous personality and a tomboyish attitude. She loves Music, she plays kinanda and guitar, gitaa and can play the Saxaphone really well. She is also very good in school. She has green eyes and likes to draw and write. Her main flaw is when she makes mistakes she has trouble realising that she is only human, and humans make mistakes. I am trying to find a good name but I am having a lot of trouble. Please help!
Introduction
Everybody has a friend. Someone to talk to, to share your secrets with. Someone in this cold cruel world that wewe could trust. A friend doesn't exactly have to be a person. It could be a pet, a journal-sometimes a banana-or even a rock. A friend doesn't have to be real, either. A character from a story au movie, perhaps? But that's still something everyone can look at, hear, au feel. Well, some of those make-believe friends, not actors, are things only you can look at, hear, and feel. Now those are called imaginary friends, as wewe probably know. Imaginary Marafiki can be anything wewe want them to be. An animal, a creature wewe made up, a monster, au just another human being. There are rare cases when special people have imaginary Marafiki that...are not exactly in the afterlife. But, no matter what, whatever kind of friend it is, that one true friend will always be there for you.
Always.
Always.
Always...
Everybody has a friend. Someone to talk to, to share your secrets with. Someone in this cold cruel world that wewe could trust. A friend doesn't exactly have to be a person. It could be a pet, a journal-sometimes a banana-or even a rock. A friend doesn't have to be real, either. A character from a story au movie, perhaps? But that's still something everyone can look at, hear, au feel. Well, some of those make-believe friends, not actors, are things only you can look at, hear, and feel. Now those are called imaginary friends, as wewe probably know. Imaginary Marafiki can be anything wewe want them to be. An animal, a creature wewe made up, a monster, au just another human being. There are rare cases when special people have imaginary Marafiki that...are not exactly in the afterlife. But, no matter what, whatever kind of friend it is, that one true friend will always be there for you.
Always.
Always.
Always...
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