Me: Wow i feel in a poetic mood today. anyway um yes here is my poem. RATE and COMMENT. lol, yes if people wouldn't mind i would upendo to have feedback critisism is always welcome and praise is aswell. Anyway......
The Struggle
My eyes tafuta the darkness before me,
And perceive the two roads.
One of which I know I must take.
Each holds a different path,
With the two people I love.
Both holding me with an overwhelming power,
That was crushing me as it grew.
To please my family,
au fulfil my own desires.
They were so different,
They are moto and water as
Light is to dark,
Yet still, they both complete me.
Why is God punishing me?
Why choose between these important people.
How do I live in this dream of a world?
Life was openly full of pain,
Make it stop.
I took a deep breath and pulled out my end.
I closed my eyes and with hands of unacquainted certainty,
I plunged the kisu into my heart.
I cried out in pain and fell to the ground.
Embodied within the pain, I was happy,
Struggle over.
The Struggle
My eyes tafuta the darkness before me,
And perceive the two roads.
One of which I know I must take.
Each holds a different path,
With the two people I love.
Both holding me with an overwhelming power,
That was crushing me as it grew.
To please my family,
au fulfil my own desires.
They were so different,
They are moto and water as
Light is to dark,
Yet still, they both complete me.
Why is God punishing me?
Why choose between these important people.
How do I live in this dream of a world?
Life was openly full of pain,
Make it stop.
I took a deep breath and pulled out my end.
I closed my eyes and with hands of unacquainted certainty,
I plunged the kisu into my heart.
I cried out in pain and fell to the ground.
Embodied within the pain, I was happy,
Struggle over.
I wrote this yesterday when me and my boyfriend had a big fight and it's a fight that may go on for a long time. I know I am young to write something like this but, I guess it helps. Plus If wewe don't like it just tell me, ok?
The Power of Words
wewe and I had this big long fight,
It felt like the storm during the night.
It was verry sad and cold,
My Marafiki had to like wewe a lot
and wewe felt like I forgot,
forgot about you.
But I had a prodject due.
wewe think you're mr. I'm so cool
but wewe used to act like a ghool.
Not to the people wewe love,
to the sensetive people like a dove.
How we spoke with eachother,
made wewe feel much better.
But the fight we had,
wewe alisema was nothing but it was bad.
See ya pal we're ova,
take the cell wewe gave me and do me a fava.
Just don't ever,
Never...
Talk to me again!
The Power of Words
wewe and I had this big long fight,
It felt like the storm during the night.
It was verry sad and cold,
My Marafiki had to like wewe a lot
and wewe felt like I forgot,
forgot about you.
But I had a prodject due.
wewe think you're mr. I'm so cool
but wewe used to act like a ghool.
Not to the people wewe love,
to the sensetive people like a dove.
How we spoke with eachother,
made wewe feel much better.
But the fight we had,
wewe alisema was nothing but it was bad.
See ya pal we're ova,
take the cell wewe gave me and do me a fava.
Just don't ever,
Never...
Talk to me again!
Shaun
I wonder, sometimes, if she ever thinks of me.
If she knows that I kept only one picture of her. Anything else was just too painful. In the picture, she doesn't know I am taking it until the camera flash goes off. She has been sitting at the dawati in her old bedroom, and she is half-smiling.
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I walk up to her, not breaking eye contact. Nothing existed but her.
The little girl was perched on her hip.
I trailed my fingers down her jawline. She still didn't move.
"Why did wewe leave?"
I wonder, sometimes, if she ever thinks of me.
If she knows that I kept only one picture of her. Anything else was just too painful. In the picture, she doesn't know I am taking it until the camera flash goes off. She has been sitting at the dawati in her old bedroom, and she is half-smiling.
**************************************************
I walk up to her, not breaking eye contact. Nothing existed but her.
The little girl was perched on her hip.
I trailed my fingers down her jawline. She still didn't move.
"Why did wewe leave?"