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posted by amoremusic
My type of emotions conveys
onto how i'm really feeling inside,
my thoughts mainly consist on the
back-ground of my poetry.

As my addictive persona
starts to silhouette every-
word that i've written out
the nature of my emotions
starts to unravel at every-
line,

My Poetry has a piece
of imagination within it-
self, the artwork of
each line has it's own
significant meaning.

Where the beauty is
that's where the poetry
lives, it lives within my soul,
as i carry each and every-line
with care, i start to share a
piece of me inside every-
lyrical line that i compose.
posted by disneyworld007
Okay, well I want to start uandishi a ndoto Book, and I have come up with a couple starting sentences, but I can't think which one I should start with, please give me your honest opinion on which one I should start with......

1. Mr.Johnson's math class joined together in room B3, and sat down at their desks like any other day, but it was anything but that.

2. Once upon a time, there was a school in Grand Rapids, called St. James and thats where our story begins.

3. The school siku at St. James in Grand Rapids started out like any other siku for the kids of Mr. Johnsons math class.

4. Our story begins with room B3, a classroom in St. James in Grand Rapids.
posted by ivoryphills
Elliot Rhodes sat in her well-worn dawati chair at her computer, skimming her notepad for the umpteenth time, tapping her pen as her impatience grew. She waited for a story to flow onto her paper, a feat that wasn't foreign to her until last year, when a book she published got her into some scalding water with the nation's minorities and her publisher.

She was lucky that the publisher didn't drop her; she was a Milwaukeean college student, living just below the poverty line, and whatever small sales her vitabu made was added to her meager income. So there Elliot sat, wishing that something would...
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posted by Elizabeth90luv
Η Αλήθεια

Σε αυτόν τον κόσμο τον αχανή,
όλοι ήμαστε σκλάβοι φορτικοί,
δεν υπάρχει αλήθεια πραγματική,
εδώ που το ψέμα κυριαρχεί.

Ολοι ζούμε μια ψεύτικη ζωή,
μια ευτυχία εικονική,
από άλλους είναι φτιαγμένη,
χωρίς αγάπη αληθινή.

Και η αλήθεια είναι χαμένη,
μεσ’ το σκοτάδι, για πάντα εξαφανισμένη.

Για κανέναν δεν είμαι εδώ,
ουτε για ’σένα...
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posted by 1-2vampire
As everything that has ever happened to wewe flashes before your eyes, wewe see what life is like, when your vision is rimmed with darkness, wewe see that this is the end. When your last sight is sorrowful, painful, then wewe see what life is like. When your last sight is one of a ndoto world, maybe in a meadow, (i don't know, it can happen), then wewe haven't seen anything yet. As everything goes foggy, then wewe suddenly want to see more. A passionate longing for zaidi life. But wewe do not know what is to come. Life may seem sweet, au it may seem sour, but when wewe live, wewe do not know what it...
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posted by coriann
I was at nyumbani eating chajio, chakula cha jioni and drinking with my friends. We were all laughing "No they hated me i swear. Anyway, wewe wanted to know why i was late."
"Come on, tell us" alisema Selia
"Alright....I met this guy in a cult."
They all bursted out laughing
"No I'm serious, he was crazy. Found him down the back road. He calls me, the lion."
They all got serious "Well lets go" alisema Mandy.
"Lets all go" alisema Frankie
I smiled but I bet the expression on my face was (are wewe serious?)
We all walked into the cult. Now I don't believe i explained it properly last time. There were big front doors. machungwa, chungwa brown with...
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posted by ZekiYuro
Are yousomebody who can't wake up in the morning?Do wewe need 2 cups of coffee before wewe can start a new day?Do wewe feel awful when wewe first wake up?

Scientists say it's all because of our genes.How did they find it out?Researchers from the chuo kikuu, chuo kikuu cha of Surrey interviewed 500 people.They asked them maswali about their lifestyle,for example what time of siku they preferred to do exerscise and how difficult they found it to wake up in the morning.Scientists then compared their majibu to the people's DNA.

They discovered that we all have a "clock" gene,also called a Period 3 gene.This gene can...
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posted by Sutelc22
i still wonder...was it a dream...was i obducted kwa aliens and in a illucive state of mind...what happened to me? i was lying on my kitanda fading in fading out,ithink i went to sleep but i couldnt tell i could still see all the things around me in my room.the alarm clock,the lamp,which was still on,all the things in my room wre still the same.theonly things that were different was that i was paralyzed,icould not songesha no matter how hard i tried.there was a loud ringing in my ears.i tryed to wake up but i couldnt.then it happened.i was levitated over my kitanda about four feet.i could not songesha nor speak.i...
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posted by DxCFan123
I felt sick and went to the bathroom. I felt sick, but nothing was happening. Then, class ended. The moto alarm started to ring through the hall ways. Everyone was screaming. I realized the moto was right in the hallway of the bathrooms. I barely opened the door to find red monsters in the middle of the fire. I tripped and fell out of the doorway. They saw me and before I knew it, I was tied up and being gagged with a cloth. They left me kwa the fire. Everyone was trying to find the fire. Bruno appeared in the hallway. Bruno ran to me, going through the flames without a scratch, burn, au injury.....
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posted by DxCFan123
Since I will usually end up leaving fanpop for a mwezi au two then come back with a new story, each chapter is going to represent a month. So, let's say, kwa now, Kat and Sadao are really close friends, they do everything together, AND FRICKITY FRACKITY FROOK

Kat's POV
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"No, wewe idiot, your doing the bow-hand all wrong!" I yelled at Sadao, and fixed the positioning of his fingers on the violin bow. "Even I know how to do it correctly, and I just started a mwezi ago!" I got out my violin and did all the positions, then counted down. On 2, he asked me, "Can wewe sing it to keep...
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posted by para-scence
I stayed in my room all siku on Sunday, coming out once au twice to use the restroom down the hall. I didn't see Dad at all that day, which was a plus. Not enough to ease my remorse, though. I wanted so much to run to Micah and get the hell away from here. He, after all, was the only thing keeping me from killing myself right at this moment.

On Monday though, Dad knocked on my door, not so violently this time.

"Alessa! Get up now before you're late!" I dragged my limp body over to my closet and got dressed. I finished getting ready, and then was out the door. I missed Micah; I was late. I probably...
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posted by para-scence
Lucy soon became like a mom to me. She watched after me, and made sure I got enough to eat (even if it was from a dumpster). I grew zaidi anxious as the nine mwezi mark came near. Only then did I think about actually delivering the baby. Lucy promised she'd help me, and that she'd try to remember how it was handled when she had her sons and daughters. The baby began kicking and shifting around a lot, and it doubled me over in pain. It happened quite frequently, and I became kitanda ridden. Lucy didn't want me walking the streets like this, and she insisted that I stayed in the car. She brought me...
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