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I ate lunch
It was nice,i thought
I then felt the happiness,
I thank God,
For it happened to me,
I enjoyed my lunch.
home of love
only in heaven,
made for love,
evenly distributed.
he spent in an aim,
in a risk to loose,
in favor of the game,
so gullible to preempt.
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a die hard in hope,
beyond the scale
loves the game,
in power he lives,
a life too risky to touch.
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playing all his tricks
meet another gambler,
whose stupidity is beyond repair,
but in dismay,
he still looses money.
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all he does is to learn,
to accept the outcome as always,
hope tomorrow will change him,
and chance,give unending luck,
that shall always grow big,
day after day!
gamblers
dear wife,
love our *******,
children our blessings,
i feel happy for you,
you gave me very good children,
i loved you much for that,
keep to me,
to my last breathe i mean,
sure enough,
you are the mother of my family,
i am surprised for what happinness you give me,
God be with you always,
it was a short letter,
which i can write endless,
my deep appreciation come to you,
kindly read this always,
coz
i will write everyday in blue ink,
to show you that i love you and no one else.
Good morning beb.
to lorna,my wife
I write this special letter,
To address my sincere regrets,
To the most high,
I have sinned,
God forgive me for my sins,
My thoughts,action or eyes
Must have made me to sin,
My ears too,
God please,set me free,
My grand parents or great grandparents,
May have linked me to sin,
Please God,
Hear my plea,
Set me free.
I don't know if my lineage was clean,
The blood in my vains and arteries may be *****,
Clean them Oh God,
May your grace be upon my life,
May your love shower my family oh Lord,
May your sufficient stores of blessing open for me.
I won't cry much ,
You know me than I do,
Guide me,
Protect me,
Cover me,
Bless me with good gifts,
That I may use them to serve you,
God,hear my plea.

Yours loving child,Cheruiyot.
I pray.
Seated behind a low hotel
I am sweaming in debts,
I have nothing to call mine,
Strains and streams of stress,
Is what ran in my brain,
I have a dream though,
One day,
This day will be part of my history!
I feel the pain,
right deep in my heart,
I can't explain,
because it hurt,
of all,I never complain,
all the mess lie under my hat.
my brain fights in vain,
all I think is plain,
night speaks of dark,
day may lay for rest.
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Painful
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