I wish I had a best friend, her face was as sweet as honey, mixed with molasses and cane sugar, and vanilla extract with almonds sprinkled on top.
Her voice was like roses, blooming out of a fresh garden, and for each word, one flower, at least that’s how I pictured it. And just as the sweet smell of the flowers draw the bees nearer, so they could suck the nectar, so her voice drew me nearer with her fragrant words and perfect English, and mellow sound…yes…mellow. Nearer to her tongue, so I could suck the sweet nectar off that as well.
Her hair was like golden sunlight, reflecting off the big blue pool of water, the wonderful salty sea. When the whole thing turns yellow that is her hair, at least that’s how I remembered it.
She is perfection in a bottle, even zaidi profound than catching sunlight. Because if wewe ever catch a nyota in a bottle, wewe would let it go at the mare sight of her, her very distraction, the bottle would brake but that would not matter, not after wewe see her golden hair swinging like water, like a piece of the sky touching the sea, because a star’s light does not compare to her.
I saw her in a dream once, it was a nightmare, but even a nightmare can’t compare to her. Time stopped and the devil’s background played sweet muziki for her. I seized this last chance to see her. Somewhere in my psychic mind I knew she was leaving soon, “If I told wewe had a great body would wewe hold it against me?” She smiled and then she was gone in the twinkling of an eye. “Eyes” that reminds me, how do I explain? Okay, try to trap the sky in a bowl; both siku and night, rain and sunny perfect shine, now imagine that in the sweet eye wrists of a girl.
Her Kiss, Oh my God, no, that is something I can’t explain <3
Her voice was like roses, blooming out of a fresh garden, and for each word, one flower, at least that’s how I pictured it. And just as the sweet smell of the flowers draw the bees nearer, so they could suck the nectar, so her voice drew me nearer with her fragrant words and perfect English, and mellow sound…yes…mellow. Nearer to her tongue, so I could suck the sweet nectar off that as well.
Her hair was like golden sunlight, reflecting off the big blue pool of water, the wonderful salty sea. When the whole thing turns yellow that is her hair, at least that’s how I remembered it.
She is perfection in a bottle, even zaidi profound than catching sunlight. Because if wewe ever catch a nyota in a bottle, wewe would let it go at the mare sight of her, her very distraction, the bottle would brake but that would not matter, not after wewe see her golden hair swinging like water, like a piece of the sky touching the sea, because a star’s light does not compare to her.
I saw her in a dream once, it was a nightmare, but even a nightmare can’t compare to her. Time stopped and the devil’s background played sweet muziki for her. I seized this last chance to see her. Somewhere in my psychic mind I knew she was leaving soon, “If I told wewe had a great body would wewe hold it against me?” She smiled and then she was gone in the twinkling of an eye. “Eyes” that reminds me, how do I explain? Okay, try to trap the sky in a bowl; both siku and night, rain and sunny perfect shine, now imagine that in the sweet eye wrists of a girl.
Her Kiss, Oh my God, no, that is something I can’t explain <3
Diem Mirabilis
Morning:
for Morning is made
of mysteries and uncertainties
the hopes of beginnings
the risks of unknowns
the potential for greatness
au failure
Midday:
for Midday is the height
of the glory of the sun
the climax of twenty-four hours
the brightness that blinds and clarifies
the majibu once hidden
now unveiled
Sunset:
for Sunset arrives
with the final shift of the sky
the afterglow of the triumph
the sweetness of the last drop
the closing chapter of a story
and the beginning...
of a new one.
This is a small poem I wrote a while back.I hope wewe like it, please tell me what wewe think
Thank you
-Aurora
The Wind is cold against her skin
Numbing her body perfectly,
Erasing the pain she knew all to well
Escaping her problems if only for a moment
The chill of the breeze whispering to her
"Just do it" it taunted, "You know wewe want to"
Each time, the voice got louder
Beckoning her to let go, end it all
Was it worth it
Some would say no
But to her it was everything
Yet the voices called to her
"Let go, Let got, ... Let Go"
Thank you
-Aurora
The Wind is cold against her skin
Numbing her body perfectly,
Erasing the pain she knew all to well
Escaping her problems if only for a moment
The chill of the breeze whispering to her
"Just do it" it taunted, "You know wewe want to"
Each time, the voice got louder
Beckoning her to let go, end it all
Was it worth it
Some would say no
But to her it was everything
Yet the voices called to her
"Let go, Let got, ... Let Go"
as if wewe gave me a choice
everything about wewe i loved
all other feelings aside i shoved
on your every word i hung
and even among
a crowd, only wewe i see
nowhere else i would rather be
these feelings for you, that are kept inside
i can no longer hide
everything about wewe i admire
wewe are all i desire
so kind, so sweet, so passionate
everytime our eyes met
my moyo would race
while looking at your smiling face
full of buety, life, and joy
with my emotions wewe play like a toy
like a wild beast, my emotions cannot be tame
and i don't even know your name