WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE
I don't know who you are
but I know you mess things up really bad
you don't even think of me before you take actions
You hurt me but you didn't even care
I know I love you
but you have hurt me beyond imagination,
who do you think you are to hurt me this way
I don't know who you are
but I know you mess things up really bad
you don't even think of me before you take actions
You hurt me but you didn't even care
I know I love you
but you have hurt me beyond imagination,
who do you think you are to hurt me this way
THE LIE YOU TOLD ME
Don't tell me am confused
Don't tell me I should try to understand
I fall love with you because of things you told me
You told me you love me
you said am the only one in your heart
you promise to love me forever
you said so many sweet things to me
and I believe you for all of them
now you are acting like you don't care
you call me everyday, your love texts is always my morning song
but now you don't text again,
when I call you, all I hear is story upon story
you have stop calling regularly and when you called,
you are always in a hurry to hang up
So I ask myself why have you change so much,
what about all you told me,that you love me
what happen to all the sweet promise
you made to me
I just realize that you lied to me and I fall in love for the lie you told me
Don't tell me am confused
Don't tell me I should try to understand
I fall love with you because of things you told me
You told me you love me
you said am the only one in your heart
you promise to love me forever
you said so many sweet things to me
and I believe you for all of them
now you are acting like you don't care
you call me everyday, your love texts is always my morning song
but now you don't text again,
when I call you, all I hear is story upon story
you have stop calling regularly and when you called,
you are always in a hurry to hang up
So I ask myself why have you change so much,
what about all you told me,that you love me
what happen to all the sweet promise
you made to me
I just realize that you lied to me and I fall in love for the lie you told me
I struggle to sleep ,
I struggle to breath
My brain loses focus ,
My heart yearns for your touch
Genuine touch ,
A touch which doesn't let go.
A touch that stays
A touch which is not a one night stand.
Yes, they say love is unpredictable.
But, at this point I don't know what to think.
Paranoia grips me ,
Anxiety wrestles me,
Still I refused to give up.
"Love doesn't give up easily", my bible tells me.
I held that word to my heart.
All I wanted was a touch.
A touch you were too busy to provide.
I learnt to live without you.
I learnt to love my self more,
I learnt to touch my self
For in that touch,
I could never bring harm to myself .....
I struggle to breath
My brain loses focus ,
My heart yearns for your touch
Genuine touch ,
A touch which doesn't let go.
A touch that stays
A touch which is not a one night stand.
Yes, they say love is unpredictable.
But, at this point I don't know what to think.
Paranoia grips me ,
Anxiety wrestles me,
Still I refused to give up.
"Love doesn't give up easily", my bible tells me.
I held that word to my heart.
All I wanted was a touch.
A touch you were too busy to provide.
I learnt to live without you.
I learnt to love my self more,
I learnt to touch my self
For in that touch,
I could never bring harm to myself .....
Forwarded from Dark side.
tranquility.
Monday's here,
The bustle of job and activity,
It rains in the afternoon,
And I nap in the rain.
Tuesday comes,
A little shopping for the house,
The towns crowded as usual,
And I'm part of the crowd.
Wednesday arrives,
It's midweek,
A day closer to weekends,
I'm happy, in the least.
Thursday greets,
Finishing up tasks,
I reach out to my friends,
Let's hangout in the weekend.
Friday crawls,
Datelines and goodbyes,
Everyone's eager for the evening,
The awaited day.
Saturday fleets,
You turn it's noon,
And on the next turn night's here,
Wish you could stay.
Sunday how boring,
Tomorrow you have to rise early,
Eyes on Friday,
Till we meet again.
And as the days go by,
It ain't so bad to live, I think,
I like it here,
I like this little life of mine.
https://www.tg-me.com/cul_14_pry
ยฉ๐ ป๐ พ๐ ฝ๐ ด โข๐คฌ
Monday's here,
The bustle of job and activity,
It rains in the afternoon,
And I nap in the rain.
Tuesday comes,
A little shopping for the house,
The towns crowded as usual,
And I'm part of the crowd.
Wednesday arrives,
It's midweek,
A day closer to weekends,
I'm happy, in the least.
Thursday greets,
Finishing up tasks,
I reach out to my friends,
Let's hangout in the weekend.
Friday crawls,
Datelines and goodbyes,
Everyone's eager for the evening,
The awaited day.
Saturday fleets,
You turn it's noon,
And on the next turn night's here,
Wish you could stay.
Sunday how boring,
Tomorrow you have to rise early,
Eyes on Friday,
Till we meet again.
And as the days go by,
It ain't so bad to live, I think,
I like it here,
I like this little life of mine.
https://www.tg-me.com/cul_14_pry
ยฉ๐ ป๐ พ๐ ฝ๐ ด โข๐คฌ
Matthew 7:24
Anyone who listens to my teaching and follows it is wise, like a person who builds a house on a solid rock.
Anyone who listens to my teaching and follows it is wise, like a person who builds a house on a solid rock.
I am choosing you,
I am choosing us,
I had chosen us
I always will...
I would walk in the fire
I would get drowned
A thousand bullets may fly,
They can take away everything I love...
A thousand warnings,
I would still choose you
I am choosing us,
I had chosen us
I always will...
I would walk in the fire
I would get drowned
A thousand bullets may fly,
They can take away everything I love...
A thousand warnings,
I would still choose you
Help
Head is pounding, banging
Feels like itโs about to explode
Desperate, I need an outlet
No choice, Iโve got to unload
Iโve been running away for so long
From problems that wonโt go away
Lost, Iโm at a dead end
I just donโt know what to say
Thoughts gather like vultures
Constantly circling and picking at me
I havenโt the energy to run any more
I give in, thatโs it, I concede.
Exhausted, Iโm feeling broken
Completely drained, really struggling
Needing help and support desperately
Yet Iโm afraid to let anybody in
Have you got the time to hear me
Can you help, tell me whatโs wrong
I just donโt know where to turn to
Iโve got to do something, this canโt carry on
Simon Drake
Head is pounding, banging
Feels like itโs about to explode
Desperate, I need an outlet
No choice, Iโve got to unload
Iโve been running away for so long
From problems that wonโt go away
Lost, Iโm at a dead end
I just donโt know what to say
Thoughts gather like vultures
Constantly circling and picking at me
I havenโt the energy to run any more
I give in, thatโs it, I concede.
Exhausted, Iโm feeling broken
Completely drained, really struggling
Needing help and support desperately
Yet Iโm afraid to let anybody in
Have you got the time to hear me
Can you help, tell me whatโs wrong
I just donโt know where to turn to
Iโve got to do something, this canโt carry on
Simon Drake
Forwarded from Jude Bellingham
๐๐ผ๐ ๐ผ๐น๐ฑ ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐?
_Of oceans, tides and waves_
When my emotions hit the shore, they make sure the pain is left there.
The dirty, dirty laundry, the critique, the stabs in the back,
I leave 'em there.
You know why?
Because I refuse to be the refuse truck for your own insecurities.
Tell me did bullying me get you a gold medal to hang on the drab walls of your soul?
' Cause darling you need a paint job not talking about redecoration.
You need to find yourself wherever you lost yourself long ago.
See these waters are clear so that you can see the ocean floor,
Or the reflection of your broken self.
I will remind you of the ghosts of your past so you can face them head on not with your tail between your legs.
I stand for me because that is what was instilled in me.
That a woman with black skin is immune to anything, and can carry her baggage with pride.
Yes my baggage not yours.
So when you try pollute my waters I shove it right back.
Swirl the dirt in a tornado, hurl it back across the coast.
Each one of us has his own baggage, his own cross to carry.
It's either you ask the Saviour for help or die trying to lug it everywhere .
That's why when my emotions hit the shore, they make sure the pain is left there.
Bits, pieces or whole statues and buildings.
To keep myself in check.
To remain stronger than the myth.
Of dark skinned women.
Word_wind'24ยฉยฎ
18/6/'24
When my emotions hit the shore, they make sure the pain is left there.
The dirty, dirty laundry, the critique, the stabs in the back,
I leave 'em there.
You know why?
Because I refuse to be the refuse truck for your own insecurities.
Tell me did bullying me get you a gold medal to hang on the drab walls of your soul?
' Cause darling you need a paint job not talking about redecoration.
You need to find yourself wherever you lost yourself long ago.
See these waters are clear so that you can see the ocean floor,
Or the reflection of your broken self.
I will remind you of the ghosts of your past so you can face them head on not with your tail between your legs.
I stand for me because that is what was instilled in me.
That a woman with black skin is immune to anything, and can carry her baggage with pride.
Yes my baggage not yours.
So when you try pollute my waters I shove it right back.
Swirl the dirt in a tornado, hurl it back across the coast.
Each one of us has his own baggage, his own cross to carry.
It's either you ask the Saviour for help or die trying to lug it everywhere .
That's why when my emotions hit the shore, they make sure the pain is left there.
Bits, pieces or whole statues and buildings.
To keep myself in check.
To remain stronger than the myth.
Of dark skinned women.
Word_wind'24ยฉยฎ
18/6/'24
*Wishes*
I do not wish to cry out of love,
but oh, you've bowed my soul in this ocean of regrets!
I've become restless. What shall l do,
but hide my pours in the undercurrents?
You look at me with hope,
but deep down, you've broken my will.
I wish to be mended, but what shall l do,
Oh, you breaker of souls who wish for me to be unbroken!
Maybe my eyes are building muscles with tears,
that when true pain comes, I will not cry.
But oh, what shall l do,
you made me a flooded ocean
and l wish to ease my soul.
*Losh pennedโฑ๏ธ*
Smoking mirrors๐ช
I do not wish to cry out of love,
but oh, you've bowed my soul in this ocean of regrets!
I've become restless. What shall l do,
but hide my pours in the undercurrents?
You look at me with hope,
but deep down, you've broken my will.
I wish to be mended, but what shall l do,
Oh, you breaker of souls who wish for me to be unbroken!
Maybe my eyes are building muscles with tears,
that when true pain comes, I will not cry.
But oh, what shall l do,
you made me a flooded ocean
and l wish to ease my soul.
*Losh pennedโฑ๏ธ*
Smoking mirrors๐ช
๐ฅ๐๐ฟ
WAIRIMU!
Please don't embarrass me,
By gossiping to my friends,
What happened yesterday,
When I was helping you,
Weed your flower garden.
Please don't tell my friends,
That my jembe,
Is too blunt,
And that it has a dwarf handle,
Please don't tell them,
That no matter how,
You cheered me,
I could not dig,
As deeper as you wanted.
Don't tell them,
How fast the rains came down,
Forcing us to rest,
Let no one know,
How the rains disrupted us,
In short intervals,
Denying you,
The thrill of farm work!
Wairimu!
It was not my fault.
Wairimu!
Don't tell them,
That I tore the gloves,
In my futile attempt,
To show my prowess,
In garden work!
Please let no one know,
That I threw some seed,
Outside the hole,
You had neatly dug!
Wairimu,
Don't tell my friends,
That I only know,
One method of farming,
It will be a big embarrassment!
Wairimu!
If you've already,
Made up your mind,
To embarrass me,
Make sure you also tell them,
That your flower garden,
No matter how beautiful,
It looks from far,
Is in a water logged area,
A swamp to be precise.
WAIRIMU!
Please don't embarrass me,
By gossiping to my friends,
What happened yesterday,
When I was helping you,
Weed your flower garden.
Please don't tell my friends,
That my jembe,
Is too blunt,
And that it has a dwarf handle,
Please don't tell them,
That no matter how,
You cheered me,
I could not dig,
As deeper as you wanted.
Don't tell them,
How fast the rains came down,
Forcing us to rest,
Let no one know,
How the rains disrupted us,
In short intervals,
Denying you,
The thrill of farm work!
Wairimu!
It was not my fault.
Wairimu!
Don't tell them,
That I tore the gloves,
In my futile attempt,
To show my prowess,
In garden work!
Please let no one know,
That I threw some seed,
Outside the hole,
You had neatly dug!
Wairimu,
Don't tell my friends,
That I only know,
One method of farming,
It will be a big embarrassment!
Wairimu!
If you've already,
Made up your mind,
To embarrass me,
Make sure you also tell them,
That your flower garden,
No matter how beautiful,
It looks from far,
Is in a water logged area,
A swamp to be precise.
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1. The River and the source by Margaret Ogola
2. Betrayal in the city by Francis imbuga
3. A silent song and other stories .
4. The Caucasian chalk circle.l by Bertolt Brecht.
5. Blossoms of the savannah
6. The pearl by John Steinbeck.
7. The whale Rider by Witi ihimaera
8. A man of the people by Chinua Achebe
9. An artist of the Floating world by Kazuo Ishiguro.
10. Memories we lost
11. An enemy of the people by Henrik Ibsen.
12. A dolls house by Henrik Ibsen
13. Fathers of Nations by Paul Vitta
14. Parliament of Owls by Adipo Sidang
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Forwarded from Jude Bellingham
๐ฌ Who are you?