Never Love a poet Dont fall in love with a poet, for they have no feelings at all, If you are prone to heartbreak, Then try one. These people has no feelings, This phrase i had repeated, What they feel is the words they write. A poet is not a good lover, So dont waste your time, These people are unique. They dont care if you die for them, for love or sacrifice for them, What they care is, "What if my pen dies" *Mboya is an example of one* ALONE, Writer: Joash Mboya, All my life, I have been an island Standing alone, detarched from the main land. All my pillars of hope, friends and I could count on, Familly and I could run to. Even my own self, had detarched from me. The storm is strong, the waves are huge, being an island , I stand srong. PRAISE THE ALMIGHTY writer: Joash Mboya It's a new dawn, that I get drawn into my papers, to thank my helper For he is wonders. From dawn to dask, i catch no dust. For he cleans my heart, and remain freelace upon his embrace. Sir God is wonderful. He performs all wonders. He blesses his devoted children. Thank you God. My mom's love She carried me in her womb, Nine months like in a tomb, Nine years weak and loose, Caring for me not to loose. In any case of my pain, She lived to endure the pain. But she wanted me to have a gain. Oh all she did was in vein. She left me at a tender age , Though not at a todler stage, For the world to keep me in its cage But her love was just for a range Death took her away Trying to remember all the way, Crying and mourning every day, But death has its own way, of handling human everyday. #ajanjapoet To the cancer patient....... In the depths of your battle, so brave and strong, I pen these words, a tribute to your song. A cancer patient, facing a daunting fight, But know you're surrounded by love's guiding light. In the face of adversity, you stand tall, With courage and resilience, you give it your all. Through the trials and tears, you find inner might, A warrior's spirit, shining ever so bright. Though the road is long, and the journey rough, You inspire us all, with your unwavering tough. Each day you face, with unwavering grace, A testament to your strength, shining in every trace. In the face of uncertainty, you remain bold, Finding silver linings, even in shadows cold. Your spirit shines brighter than any star, A beacon of hope, no matter how far. Through the pain and challenges you endure, Know that you're loved, and your spirit pure. We stand by your side, through each twist and turn, With unwavering support, a fire that will burn. May hope be your anchor, and love your guide, As you navigate this journey, side by side. You're not alone, for we're here by your side, Together we'll face it, with love as our guide. So, to the cancer patient, strong and true, Know that we admire and stand with you. May each day bring healing, and strength renew, Sending thoughts of love, as we journey with you. My love I ask myself how best Can I show my love for you? How do I reveal The storm of desire that rages within me? From the warmth of your skin, To the touch of your lips, You set my soul ablaze, A wildfire that never fades. Meditating on your smile, A wonder too wonderful for words, And how can I forget Those eyes that hold me captive, With their captivating gaze? The bliss you bring Satisfies my heart for days on end, Until our next encounter My heart beats with anticipation For you, my one and only partner. @michaelmboya Pain inside Who will listen to the sound My pain,my pain How loud it sound My pain, my pain Even when I smile The pains are still mine Even when I cry The pain still strike I grow old and retire The pain never retired My pain now my Trier And am still the carrier Who do I share my pain with My pain, my pain #ajanjapoet The poet's pen. Storms make me wonder, thurnder makes thurnder, Sufferings talks to me louder, But I am armed with my pen, Finding a place to lay the ten, talking about my future again, I know I might not be the best, because what I write might not best, But admires to one of the best, writers, poets and the rest . Ooh God to you I lay my passion, To be a poet and a novelist with passion, It's you who listens to every person #ajanjapoet Falling again. Falling raindrops from the sky whispering in her ears That she's not the only one Who's falling and feeling lost Dark clouds in the sky Whispering in her ears That she's not the only one Who's gloomy and carrying the burden Thunder storms from the sky Reminding her That she's not the only one Who's been shattering and screaming The Lightning strikes from the sky Reminding her That she's not the only one Who's been broken and torn apart By ajanjapoet My lovely rose flower! Look at her , beautiful ,I mean beautiful. This girl that took my saul, and kept it down inside her heart . I can say, she is the only love
Never Love a poet
Dont fall in love with a poet,
for they have no feelings at all,
If you are prone to heartbreak,
Then try one.
These people has no feelings,
This phrase i had repeated,
What they feel is the words they write.
A poet is not a good lover,
So dont waste your time,
These people are unique.
They dont care if you die for them,
for love or sacrifice for them,
What they care is,
"What if my pen dies"
*Mboya is an example of one*
ALONE,
Writer: Joash Mboya,
All my life,
I have been an island
Standing alone,
detarched from the main land.
All my pillars of hope,
friends and I could count on, Familly and I could run to.
Even my own self,
had detarched from me.
The storm is strong,
the waves are huge,
being an island ,
I stand srong.
PRAISE THE ALMIGHTY
writer: Joash Mboya
It's a new dawn,
that I get drawn
into my papers,
to thank my helper
For he is wonders.
From dawn to dask,
i catch no dust.
For he cleans my heart,
and remain freelace
upon his embrace.
Sir God is wonderful.
He performs all wonders.
He blesses his devoted children.
Thank you God.
My mom's love
She carried me in her womb,
Nine months like in a tomb,
Nine years weak and loose,
Caring for me not to loose.
In any case of my pain,
She lived to endure the pain.
But she wanted me to have a gain.
Oh all she did was in vein.
She left me at a tender age ,
Though not at a todler stage,
For the world to keep me in its cage
But her love was just for a range
Death took her away
Trying to remember all the way,
Crying and mourning every day,
But death has its own way,
of handling human everyday.
#ajanjapoet
To the cancer patient.......
In the depths of your battle, so brave and strong,
I pen these words, a tribute to your song.
A cancer patient, facing a daunting fight,
But know you're surrounded by love's guiding light.
In the face of adversity, you stand tall,
With courage and resilience, you give it your all.
Through the trials and tears, you find inner might,
A warrior's spirit, shining ever so bright.
Though the road is long, and the journey rough,
You inspire us all, with your unwavering tough.
Each day you face, with unwavering grace,
A testament to your strength, shining in every trace.
In the face of uncertainty, you remain bold,
Finding silver linings, even in shadows cold.
Your spirit shines brighter than any star,
A beacon of hope, no matter how far.
Through the pain and challenges you endure,
Know that you're loved, and your spirit pure.
We stand by your side, through each twist and turn,
With unwavering support, a fire that will burn.
May hope be your anchor, and love your guide,
As you navigate this journey, side by side.
You're not alone, for we're here by your side,
Together we'll face it, with love as our guide.
So, to the cancer patient, strong and true,
Know that we admire and stand with you.
May each day bring healing, and strength renew,
Sending thoughts of love, as we journey with you.
My love
I ask myself how best
Can I show my love for you?
How do I reveal
The storm of desire that rages within me?
From the warmth of your skin,
To the touch of your lips,
You set my soul ablaze,
A wildfire that never fades.
Meditating on your smile,
A wonder too wonderful for words,
And how can I forget
Those eyes that hold me captive,
With their captivating gaze?
The bliss you bring
Satisfies my heart for days on end,
Until our next encounter
My heart beats with anticipation
For you, my one and only partner.
@michaelmboya
Pain inside
Who will listen to the sound
My pain,my pain
How loud it sound
My pain, my pain
Even when I smile
The pains are still mine
Even when I cry
The pain still strike
I grow old and retire
The pain never retired
My pain now my Trier
And am still the carrier
Who do I share my pain with
My pain, my pain
#ajanjapoet
The poet's pen.
Storms make me wonder,
thurnder makes thurnder,
Sufferings talks to me louder,
But I am armed with my pen,
Finding a place to lay the ten,
talking about my future again,
I know I might not be the best,
because what I write might not best,
But admires to one of the best,
writers, poets and the rest .
Ooh God to you I lay my passion,
To be a poet and a novelist with passion,
It's you who listens to every person
#ajanjapoet
Falling again.
Falling raindrops from the sky
whispering in her ears
That she's not the only one
Who's falling and feeling lost
Dark clouds in the sky
Whispering in her ears
That she's not the only one
Who's gloomy and carrying the burden
Thunder storms from the sky
Reminding her
That she's not the only one
Who's been shattering and screaming
The Lightning strikes from the sky
Reminding her
That she's not the only one
Who's been broken and torn apart
By ajanjapoet
My lovely rose flower!
Look at her , beautiful ,I mean beautiful.
This girl that took my saul,
and kept it down inside her heart .
I can say, she is the only love of my life.
You remember when we met?
It was a gorgiuos ecperience, wasn't it?
I never wanted to talk to her at first.
But her love drove me to her.
I never imagined her being my love,
Because her beauty is so stount.
Imagine how i felt after her acceptance,
For sure i was high.
You remember her voice?Soft and swft.
Her curved body shape drove me to her,
and the seductive breasts she has,
I can say, I surely love this girl.
Wherever you are now, have in mind ,
that my love for you never fades,
but gets renewed daily and becomes new .
Please come to me , I love you honey
#ajanjapoet
Eveything has its due time.
Writer: Michael Mboya
At the end of the day,
a labourer awaites his wages
At the end ot the month,
a teacher awaites for his salary.
At the end of a term,
a student awaits his result
Everthing has its due time .
At the end of the day,
we all struggle to put something on the table.
No matter what brings it,
as long as it is a legal stunt,
And makes you happy, do it.
Everything has its due time
Sufferings, pains and agony,
End in a no time,
Only for that saul that works hard,
believes and dont fake life.
#Ajanjapoet
Happy fathers'day, papa
Writer:Michael Mboya
He is not rich,
But ensures my needs are at reach.
Doesn't compare himself with the rich,
But does everything that enriches.
He puts on old ragered ones,
just for me to have brand new ones.
He never work once,
but daily to care for his dear ones.
He works all day and night,
just to ensure my dreams are bruoght to light.
He cares for me with alot of delights
and says he is never in the right
Happy fathers' day , papa
Your love and care I prefer .
May God always bless you , papa
Your unlimitted presence I incurs.
FORSAKEN LOVE Chapter 1 The sun had barely risen over the city skyline when Michael woke with a start. He had been tossing and turning all night, his mind racing with thoughts of the impending wedding. As he lay there, staring at the ceiling, he couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. He and Samantha had been together for five years, and he had always thought she was the one. They had a comfortable life, a beautiful home, and a strong foundation of love and trust. But as the wedding day drew closer, Michael found himself questioning everything. He thought back to the proposal, the way Samantha's face had lit up with joy when he got down on one knee. At the time, it had felt like the most natural thing in the world. But now, as he replayed the moment in his mind, he couldn't help but wonder if he had made a mistake. Michael knew he needed to talk to Samantha, to be honest with her about his doubts and fears. But the thought of breaking her heart, of shattering the dream they had built together, was almost too much to bear. As he finally dragged himself out of bed, he knew what he had to do. He had to call off the wedding, no matter how painful it might be. It was the only way to be true to himself and to Samantha. Chapter 2 Samantha hummed softly to herself as she bustled around the kitchen, preparing breakfast for her and Michael. She couldn't believe that in just a few short hours, they would be husband and wife. The thought filled her with a giddy sense of excitement and anticipation. As she set the table, she glanced out the window at the bustling city streets below. It was a beautiful day, the kind that seemed to promise new beginnings and endless possibilities. She couldn't wait to start the next chapter of her life with Michael by her side. Just then, Michael emerged from the bedroom, his face pale and drawn. Samantha immediately sensed that something was wrong. "Michael, what is it?" she asked, her voice laced with concern. Michael took a deep breath, his hands trembling slightly. "Samantha, we need to talk," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Samantha felt her heart skip a beat. "What is it, Michael?" she asked again, her voice shaking. Michael looked into her eyes, his own filled with pain and regret. "I... I don't think I can go through with the wedding," he said, the words tumbling out in a rush. Samantha felt the world tilt on its axis. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice barely audible. Michael reached out to take her hand, but she pulled away, her eyes filling with tears. "I'm so sorry, Samantha," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I've been thinking about this for a long time, and I just... I just don't think I'm ready for this." Samantha felt like she had been punched in the gut. She had never seen this coming, never imagined that Michael would have doubts about their future together. As the reality of the situation sank in, she felt a wave of anger and betrayal wash over her. "How could you do this to me?" she cried, her voice shrill with pain. "How could you wait until the day before our wedding to tell me this?" Michael reached out to her again, but she pushed him away, her body shaking with sobs. "I need you to leave," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I can't even look at you right now." Michael nodded, his own eyes filled with tears. "I'm so sorry, Samantha," he said again, before turning and walking out the door. Samantha stood there, alone in the kitchen, her heart shattered into a million pieces. She had never felt so betrayed, so utterly devastated. As the reality of what had just happened sank in, she sank to the floor, her body wracked with sobs. Chapter 3 Michael walked the streets of the city, his mind reeling from the events of the morning. He couldn't believe that he had actually gone through with it, that he had broken Samantha's heart in the most devastating way possible. As he replayed the scene in his mind, he felt a wave of guilt and regret wash over him. He had never meant to hurt Samantha, never wanted to cause her pain. But he knew that staying with her, marrying her, would have been even worse. He thought back to the moment he had realized that he couldn't go through with the wedding. It had been a gradual realization, a slow dawning of the truth that he and Samantha were not meant to be together forever. They had grown apart, their dreams and goals no longer aligned. Michael knew that he needed to be honest with himself, to admit that he had been living a lie for far too long. He had stayed with Samantha because it was comfortable, because it was what was expected of him. But deep down, he knew that he deserved more, that they both deserved more. As he walked, he found himself drawn to a small park, a place he had often come to think and reflect. He sat down on a bench, watching as people passed by, their li
Title: The Guardian of the Djinn's Lamp Once upon a time in the bustling city of Marrakech, there lived a young orphan named Zara. Despite the hardships she faced, Zara had a heart as bright as the desert sun and a spirit as free as the wind that swept through the ancient streets of the city. One day, while wandering through the crowded market, Zara stumbled upon a dusty old lamp tucked away in a forgotten corner of a merchant's stall. Intrigued by the lamp's intricate carvings and mysterious aura, she purchased it with the little money she had earned from odd jobs. That night, as Zara polished the lamp in her modest room, a swirling mist emerged from its spout, coalescing into a majestic djinn named Aziza. The djinn, with eyes like shimmering emeralds and a voice like honeyed silk, revealed that she was the guardian of the lamp, bound by ancient magic to grant three wishes to whoever released her from her slumber. Overwhelmed by the possibilities, Zara hesitated, unsure of what to wish for. Sensing the young girl's pure heart and selfless nature, Aziza proposed a different kind of arrangement. She explained that instead of granting wishes, she would accompany Zara on a quest to restore balance to the world by vanquishing the dark forces that sought to disrupt the harmony of the land. Together, Zara and Aziza embarked on a journey that took them across deserts and mountains, through bustling cities and forgotten ruins. Along the way, they encountered treacherous djinns who sought to sow chaos and discord, testing the strength of their bond and the purity of their intentions. Through courage, compassion, and unwavering determination, Zara and Aziza overcame every obstacle that stood in their way. They learned that true power lies not in the granting of wishes, but in the ability to protect and preserve the beauty and magic of the world around them. In the end, as they stood atop a windswept dune overlooking the vast expanse of the desert, Zara and Aziza shared a bittersweet farewell. The djinn bestowed upon the young girl a gift far greater than any wish—a heart filled with the wisdom of the ages and the knowledge that true magic resides in the bonds we forge and the love we share. And so, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting golden light upon the sands, Zara bid farewell to her otherworldly companion, knowing that their paths would cross again someday, for the connection they shared transcended time and space. And thus, the legend of Zara, the Guardian of the Djinn's Lamp, and Aziza, the noble djinn, echoed through the ages, a testament to the enduring power of friendship, courage, and the magic that dwells within us all.
Loraine was a dutiful wife to Marco since they got married three years ago. However, he treated her like trash. Nothing she did softened his heart. One day, Loraine got fed up with it all. She asked him for a divorce and left him to enjoy with his mistress. The elites looked at her like she was deranged. "Are you out of your mind? Why are you so willing to divorce him?" "It's because I need to return home to get a billion-dollar fortune. Besides, I don't love him anymore," Loraine replied with a smile. They all laughed at her. Some believed that the divorce affected her mentally. It wasn't until the next day that they realized she wasn't fibbing. A woman was suddenly declared the world's youngest female billionaire. It turned out to be Loraine! Marco was shocked to the bone. When he met his ex-wife again, she was a changed person. A group of handsome young men surrounded her. She was smiling at them all. The sight made Marco's heart ache severely. Putting his pride aside, he tried to win her back. "Hello, love. I see that you are a billionaire now. You shouldn't be with suckers who just want your money. How about you come back to me? I'm a billionaire too. Together, we can build a strong empire. What do you say?" Loraine squinted at her ex-husband with her lips curled in disgust.
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