The Way πŸ‡°πŸ‡ͺ

  • Son of David

    I like writing and I love poetry
    I have found a timeless anthology
    Staring at me through the mirror
    A handsome majestic Royal Priest
    Bearing the most noble heritage
    In my veins runs a Royal Bloodline
    From the glorious House of David
    My presence in this world is known
    My presence in my home world is acknowledged
    With an Invisible Crown upon my head
    I am an heir to His Eternal Kingdom
    If I could write about The King of Kings
    I could write just about anything
    For He is everything & everything is Him
    If I have to write more about me
    I would still write Him, just Him
    For I am my loving Father’s Son
    I was born a Crown Prince

    KJ πŸ‡°πŸ‡ͺ

  • Handel

    Sometimes I think, how the things will be,
    If our lives had background music like the movies we see.
    On the choice of music, our emotions will play the role,
    But if we want others to listen, we will have full control.
    The music should be feeble, but the volume should be adjustable,
    To help with mood fluctuations, our playlist should be available!

    Think when our crush looks at us or when she smiles;
    Violins play in the background with the romantic song for a while.
    Or when we crack a sum or get the answer to any question;
    Trumpets play the victory music and we dance to that expression.
    Or at the time, when we score a goal or hit a century;
    The song from our favorite league plays, which we relish in our memory.

    Think about the time when we are sad, but we don’t have words to say;
    So the sad and grieving music at the back of our head starts to play.
    But we also want someone to tell, someone to know;
    So we adjust the settings that in someone else’s ears it can also go.
    In the same way, we can tell someone whenever we feel alone;
    Maybe it can be the solution for those who are depression-prone.

    Think about the time when we are angry and don’t want others to mess;
    So getting lost in loud metallic music can avoid further distress.
    Or when something bad is about to happen or danger is about to arrive;
    Sharp thrill music prior will help the humans survive.
    And the best part, confessions will be easier with little hesitation,
    Only the music will converse, and difficulty will be out of the equation!

    These are only a few, but the possibilities are endless,
    It can be the future though if we emphasize further stress.
    Keeping out the good and bad aspects, it will be great fun,
    Also, can be used as a therapy and problem can be outdone.
    Still, there are centuries to go for such a thing to happen,
    Till then, our imagination will do so from seven in the morning to night till eleven.

    thepenpuppet

  • Hey Brother

    July 13th, 2021

    Hey bro.. Thank you for your prayers towards me. I’m deeply humbled and also inspired. It’s very comforting to know that I’m not alone in this and I have you, who genuinely cares about me in all aspects. I thank God for you my brother. You and Glory are helping me in ways ata sijui kama mnajua. I think it will take like 10 years or even more for you guys to fully see what and how this has built me on the inside. God’s Will will be done and His purpose shall prevail. Thank you Saa, God bless you and increase you my dear big brother.

  • Mysterious Fact

    I love you Aria
    And maybe that is enough
    Or maybe it will never be
    But understand that it doesn’t matter
    I love you for who you are
    Not what you can give back

  • Holy Coquette

    I came running at your slightest call
    But when I needed you, you were AWOL
    I forfeited sleep to make sure you were okay
    But you won’t make time for me on any day
    We talked only when you wanted
    But when I did you literally ignored me
    I kept wondering if maybe you just got bored
    Pushing me away because you know I’d reappear
    But tomorrow when you come I just won’t be here
    Because I realised that I can’t fully love you
    When you don’t even love yourself

  • Breath by Breath

    They say when life gives you lemons
    Then you should make lemonade
    Well, I don’t dispute that one bit
    But I am the lemon in my story
    And my life now was worth the squeeze
    I can comfortably talk about it
    I can shout freely about it
    I can laugh heartily about it
    I can serve my lemonade to others
    Because I’m alright now

  • Mchangu

    I’ll tell it rather simply
    I’ll say it plain and true
    A simple thing I want
    And all I want is you
    You’re the air that I breathe
    You’re my fondest obsession
    You’re all my thoughts tied into one
    You’re the laugh that entertains me
    You’re all that life need ever give
    If I could ask for anything
    I’d only ask for you

  • Us against the world

    I don’t want a fairytale ending with you
    I want to help you face your fears
    I want to help you overcome your failures
    I want you to see the poem that you are
    I want to give your words space to breathe
    I want to weave the poem I am with you
    We may not rhyme, but we’re poetry all the same

  • Stylebender

    You’re never as good as they say you’re
    You’re not as bad as you think you’re
    All that matters
    Is how you think of yourself

  • Keep Jogging

    What drives you on the days you wish to give up?
    What gives you the strength to hold on?
    Is it a person, is it an object?
    Is it a personal vendetta you have for the future?
    Well, only you know yours, I know mine
    And it’s pretty simple really
    It’s Him. It’s always been Him.
    I wake up everyday feeling some type of way
    And then I talk to Him and it all fades away
    I touch Heaven when my knees hit the ground
    When He speaks to me it all seems to go away
    All the pain, all the hurt, all the regrets, everything
    It all fades away until it’s only Him and I left together
    Ready to face the day beaming with confidence
    He is my drive

  • I don’t

    It’s so easy for me to love you
    That it genuinely frightens me
    I’ve never been perfect at anything
    But I’ve never wanted anything
    As much as I want to hold you
    And every night when I go to sleep
    The question has ceased to be
    “How do I love you?”
    And has now become
    “How do I ever stop?”

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