Natasha Muriuki Poems

I weaved my way through traffic, ecstatic to see him again. My stomach flipped, as it did whenever I thought or spoke of him. He was everything to me, and saying 'I do' to him was possibly the best choice I had made in my entire life. We did everything that we could together, and our bond was almost unbreakable. He was the reason I woke up with a smile every morning, the reason I found everything easier and more entertaining to do.
He always kept me laughing, and he knew how to make the best out of every situation.
About fifteen minutes later, I pulled up into our driveway and I ignored the tugging feeling at my chest. I replaced it with a bounce in my steps.
Once I made it upstairs, his once bright ocean blue eyes stared lifelessly at my chocolate ones. My heart thundered like Thor's powerful strength and I could only hear my thoughts racing.
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I was not creeping, I was simply staring and, and observing and... maybe a bit of drooling, But I was not creeping!
He browsed through magnificent photos of beaches, animals, the city and the city in the night time. His dell laptop was missing buttons and had tons of barbie and cartoonish stickers aroung the frame.
i could hear the soft murmur of my friend's voice as i focused on quite possibly the most beautiful and semi built man on earth. He looked to be fairly young, maybe in his mid twenties and through his paridot eyes, i could see a story untold.
he pressed the next button and a picture that almost shocked him rolled it's way on to the screen. A beautiful woman whoshared the same paridot eyes with black hair sat upon a rock with a teenage him.
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History packets!
Definite mistakes of life.
Who needs history? ! ? !
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Walking though those doors,
fear radiated from me,
Absegami high.
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EXT.-HALLWAY-DAY
JEZEBELLE (17, female, Blonde, short, size 4) is walking towards her group of friends including LUNA (teen age girl) URUEATHRA (teenage girl, hair in a ponytail.) LA-'A (short, loud, annoying) .
JEZEBELLE
(sad)
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From the looks of it, they were all doubting what I could clearly do like a pro.
'You can't do it.' Dave taunted. He knew me well, better than I wanted him to, but he knew me well. I came from a line of women who never backed down from a challenge, and this one was no different or difficult.
' what do I get if I do? ' I asked.
' I give you my snacks for the rest of the week.' He said.
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School, the honest definition of hell.
From the clueless freshmen roaming around,
To the half dressed girls who think they can do it well.
Students are simply death walking around.
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School, the best place to plan sleepovers
With friends you'll remember 4 ever!
The ones in the car when you're pulled over.
The ones who'll listen when you talk of Trevor.
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A gust of wind blew past me, blowing my charcol hair into my agape mouth. Tears of shock and disguist raced down my cheek as I gawked at the beast in my view.
My stomahch hit my toes at the speed of light, and my head began spinning. This couldn't be happening, this was not possible!
The beast, with clawlike hands dragged the bloody victim away and i hid behind a car, attempting to save my life.
I took a seat on the concrete, the image glued to my eyelids.
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Sit up Kate! Don't forget to cross your legs and to dot your I's, Kate! Smile Kate! but not too much! eye contact is key! don't forget this, or that, that's very important!
I could really go for a big mac, a pepsi, or even better, a half hour to meself. i know nearly every girl's dream is to marry a prince, but that's one
heck of a job!
'Kate the Press is ready for you! ' the queen said as she showed up in my room with a smile on her face. I rolled my eyes in irritation as I questioned myself how I was going tp get through the day with swollen feet that were the size of an elephant's, sausage fingers and cravings to no end.
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