(Please do note that these are poems I wrote in like two dakika so yeah they might not be that great...)
***You'll never be alone***
Even through the toughest times
Someone will always be there
If wewe have Marafiki
You’ll never be solo
Even if it doesn’t go right
Even if wewe think wewe might die
If wewe have friends
You’ll make it to the end
Even though it all seems to fade
Receding in the darkest night
Having friends
Makes it all go away
Times may be bad
Times may be good
But if wewe have friends
You’ll never be alone
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***No Going Back***
Believe not this lie ive told
I am not who I’ve alisema I am
Everyday I live in this disloyalty
Hurting everyone, especially me
Covered up so much am I
kwa this useless lie that’s mine
That it is as though I had disappeared
Into my very own self
Dispite all the chances I had
To recover what has been lost
I was always blind
But now I see my own truths
The only thing Ive ever known
Has been the pain that must be killed
The only chance I knew to save myself
Was something that would kill me soon
The one thing that could numb my pain
Made it worse everyday
Death would onyesha at my doorstep
Before I had the chance to really live
There’s no going back
No going back
To the siku that I began
To save me from what I am
There’s no zaidi escape
In what I once found paradise
All that is found is zaidi pain
Uncurable
wewe may not hear my screams
But they are there in between
Loud enough that I hear them
To quiet to be noticed
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***The Good Times***
Good times always last
Good times never fade
Good times last forever
Never escaping even the farthest grasp
Good times are always there
Each of us knows
Good times are what counts
Never hold it back
Good times for each of us
Has a different meaning
But the concept is the same
Live, Love, and Laugh
When we’re Lost within dark sarrow
All that must be done
Have a good time
And you’ll live to see the end
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***At The End Of The Day***
At the end of the day
Everyday
I feel wewe looking at me
Watching out for me
Like I would do for you
And I know
I know
That it’s wewe who stands there
It’s wewe that I feel
And for once in my life
I know where I belong
And it’s in your mind
And in your arms, around me tight
We aren’t that far
From where we need to be
We’re almost there
In our private world
Amazing as it seems
There only seemed to be me
But now there’s you
Forever to be
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***You'll never be alone***
Even through the toughest times
Someone will always be there
If wewe have Marafiki
You’ll never be solo
Even if it doesn’t go right
Even if wewe think wewe might die
If wewe have friends
You’ll make it to the end
Even though it all seems to fade
Receding in the darkest night
Having friends
Makes it all go away
Times may be bad
Times may be good
But if wewe have friends
You’ll never be alone
______________________________
***No Going Back***
Believe not this lie ive told
I am not who I’ve alisema I am
Everyday I live in this disloyalty
Hurting everyone, especially me
Covered up so much am I
kwa this useless lie that’s mine
That it is as though I had disappeared
Into my very own self
Dispite all the chances I had
To recover what has been lost
I was always blind
But now I see my own truths
The only thing Ive ever known
Has been the pain that must be killed
The only chance I knew to save myself
Was something that would kill me soon
The one thing that could numb my pain
Made it worse everyday
Death would onyesha at my doorstep
Before I had the chance to really live
There’s no going back
No going back
To the siku that I began
To save me from what I am
There’s no zaidi escape
In what I once found paradise
All that is found is zaidi pain
Uncurable
wewe may not hear my screams
But they are there in between
Loud enough that I hear them
To quiet to be noticed
_____________________________
***The Good Times***
Good times always last
Good times never fade
Good times last forever
Never escaping even the farthest grasp
Good times are always there
Each of us knows
Good times are what counts
Never hold it back
Good times for each of us
Has a different meaning
But the concept is the same
Live, Love, and Laugh
When we’re Lost within dark sarrow
All that must be done
Have a good time
And you’ll live to see the end
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***At The End Of The Day***
At the end of the day
Everyday
I feel wewe looking at me
Watching out for me
Like I would do for you
And I know
I know
That it’s wewe who stands there
It’s wewe that I feel
And for once in my life
I know where I belong
And it’s in your mind
And in your arms, around me tight
We aren’t that far
From where we need to be
We’re almost there
In our private world
Amazing as it seems
There only seemed to be me
But now there’s you
Forever to be
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Liyah (me)
Once i was having a siku dream about this story. And it brang me to this. A story about AshleyxDamon.
Chapter 1: Sunset
Sitting in an oak tree,a young 13 mwaka old was uandishi a letter to her father in Tokyo. He was doing research. Then her twin Austin came. "What are wewe doing here?," she asked. "I upendo the sunset", Austin said. "That's why i'm here," Ashley said. They watched the beautiful sunset and went in they're vintage home. "Ashley who is the letter for,"Austin asked. " Dad," she answered. "Dinner wewe guys," there mother said. And they went inside.
Credit to breebree446
Kalie's P.O.V
we saw the zombies coming our direction.we got our arrows ready. we were slowly walkinng when Anny falls on a coprse. we saw it was the scientist,. she screams in a high pitched. i wuickly cover her mouth. one zombie came kwa the pale grey skin. peeled bloody patches. white grey eyes. the rotten meat odor. i shoot it wtih the bullet. the blood flying. we went runnig. so we were the only ones alive. thats why the testers wanted us. they thought we were effected. well we are clean. for now. we kept running the growling of zombies behind us. i trun and see one of them grab anny's neck. i shoot them and they fall guts going. i grab her and check her. luckily she was alright. i sigh in relief and carry her over my shoulder. we were runnig when their was a cliff. now what?
we saw the zombies coming our direction.we got our arrows ready. we were slowly walkinng when Anny falls on a coprse. we saw it was the scientist,. she screams in a high pitched. i wuickly cover her mouth. one zombie came kwa the pale grey skin. peeled bloody patches. white grey eyes. the rotten meat odor. i shoot it wtih the bullet. the blood flying. we went runnig. so we were the only ones alive. thats why the testers wanted us. they thought we were effected. well we are clean. for now. we kept running the growling of zombies behind us. i trun and see one of them grab anny's neck. i shoot them and they fall guts going. i grab her and check her. luckily she was alright. i sigh in relief and carry her over my shoulder. we were runnig when their was a cliff. now what?
this is a shabiki fiction of the novel, Darker Still, kwa Leanna Renee Hieber.
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Disclaimer: Ms. Hieber own the rights to the book Darker Still.
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Summary: In New York, 1880, Natalie Stewart fell in upendo with Lord Denbury, known as Johnathon Whitby to family and close friends, who was trapped in a painting; and under a curse. With the help of family friend, Evelyn Northe, she is able to free him, and they leave the state.
But history repeats itself.
Now, in present siku New York, 13 mwaka old Katia Whitby (Natalie's Greatx6 granddaughter)has become entranced kwa a painting which seems oddly alive. Katia is also mute, like Natalie was. She seems to some of the same abilities that her great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother did. Because her father works for the local museum of art, she's able to see the incredible painting with which she's obsessed zaidi often. But is that really best?
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Disclaimer: Ms. Hieber own the rights to the book Darker Still.
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Summary: In New York, 1880, Natalie Stewart fell in upendo with Lord Denbury, known as Johnathon Whitby to family and close friends, who was trapped in a painting; and under a curse. With the help of family friend, Evelyn Northe, she is able to free him, and they leave the state.
But history repeats itself.
Now, in present siku New York, 13 mwaka old Katia Whitby (Natalie's Greatx6 granddaughter)has become entranced kwa a painting which seems oddly alive. Katia is also mute, like Natalie was. She seems to some of the same abilities that her great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother did. Because her father works for the local museum of art, she's able to see the incredible painting with which she's obsessed zaidi often. But is that really best?
