The siku my life became zaidi than reality was when I was seven.
2 months earlier, my mother had passed away due to reasons I never understood. All I knew was she was gone and Dad wouldn't talk about it.
I was sitting at my desk, watching the snow fall out the classroom window. The window started to frost over quickly. I turned back to the teacher, but she was frosting over too. I realized it was my vision frosting over. I rubbed my eyes to stop it, but it only made it worse. So I sat in my dawati and let it take over.
I soon found myself in a field of dandelions and fireflies. I looked around and saw nothing in any direction. I chased the fireflies until I heard my name from a distance, like a dream. Then a snap of fingers. I was back in the school, with my teacher in front of me telling me it was lunchtime.
I went the rest of the siku without going back to the field. I was entertain kwa other things and kwa the time I got home, I thought nothing of the field.
As the mwaka progressed, my visits became zaidi frequent and longer, and my learning suffered. My teacher suggested testing me for ADHD. Dad immediately had me tested and then the meds started. My grandparents visited zaidi often too. In my seven mwaka old mind, I thought Dad just needed help with my brother and I, because mom was gone. If only I had known it actually because of my "daydreams" to the dandelion field.
My meds made visits decrease to almost nothing. kwa the time I was nine, visits had stopped completely. I often thought about the field as I grew older, and found myself looking for a field just as endless. I didn't return again until I was 16. And this time, I wasn't alone.
2 months earlier, my mother had passed away due to reasons I never understood. All I knew was she was gone and Dad wouldn't talk about it.
I was sitting at my desk, watching the snow fall out the classroom window. The window started to frost over quickly. I turned back to the teacher, but she was frosting over too. I realized it was my vision frosting over. I rubbed my eyes to stop it, but it only made it worse. So I sat in my dawati and let it take over.
I soon found myself in a field of dandelions and fireflies. I looked around and saw nothing in any direction. I chased the fireflies until I heard my name from a distance, like a dream. Then a snap of fingers. I was back in the school, with my teacher in front of me telling me it was lunchtime.
I went the rest of the siku without going back to the field. I was entertain kwa other things and kwa the time I got home, I thought nothing of the field.
As the mwaka progressed, my visits became zaidi frequent and longer, and my learning suffered. My teacher suggested testing me for ADHD. Dad immediately had me tested and then the meds started. My grandparents visited zaidi often too. In my seven mwaka old mind, I thought Dad just needed help with my brother and I, because mom was gone. If only I had known it actually because of my "daydreams" to the dandelion field.
My meds made visits decrease to almost nothing. kwa the time I was nine, visits had stopped completely. I often thought about the field as I grew older, and found myself looking for a field just as endless. I didn't return again until I was 16. And this time, I wasn't alone.
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.