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My Birthday Wish

I sit on the floor and wait from dusk to dawn, for a new day will soon be reborn. I count all
the blooming flowers, and count down the long hours, while mum takes her shower.
Today's the day, for it's my birthday. I hope I get A car, or A guitar or maybe even become
A movie star, but that's asking A bit too much of me. I walk around singing out A loud,
acting proud feeling as if my heads in A cloud. To my surprise I start stumbling over my
words and begin mumbling. Maybe mum just forgot about me, or are they just hiding the
presents from me? I walk through the hall, with my head dragging looking at the floor,
and go to bed with my heart feeling torn. It's getting late and I can no longer wait. I turn
off my light, and close my eyes and cry having so much things go through my mind. I
drift to sleep but then I see, mum walking in my room in the middle of the night with A
light. It's so bright. She raises my heart like A kite, taking of it flight and she says, good
night, and turns of the lights. She raised my hopes high and then shot them out of the
sky. I break down and cry, it feels as if I've just died. No one remembered why today was
A special day for it was my birthday. I look at the sky and wonder why? I light my candle
and close my eyes, tears dripping down onto my thighs, and I start to whisper in my
mind. "I don't want A car, or even A guitar. I don't even want to become A movie star. I
just want to be free of this disease called poverty, I just want people to stop running away
from me. Free me of aids so I can stop feeling afraid. Stop me from being poor, so I can
afford to stop sleeping on the floor. Make me smile for there is no reason to smile, but
please make my life worth while. Take me away from Africa, for all I see is people being
raped and all the kids hearts filled with hate, I'm loosing my faith for I am living each day
even though there is nothing to live for". A Tear drops on my candle, And puts out the
flame I whisper in pain,This is "My Birthday Wish"

We wish for luxuries that only money can afford. They wish for water for they are poor.
People need to learn to smile, for kids living in poverty have A legitimate reason not too.
Be happy for what we have, and never complain for what we don't have.

- Wiko Te Maru

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What Do You Need, To Be Noticed

Am i just A convenience to you? I try and try to make you visualise the potential me and 
you have deep inside. I sometimes wish that I pass your mind, so I dont feel so stupid for 
always having you cross mine. I wonder why your eyes are so blind you only see the beauty 
which will soon begin to die. You dont see my beauty within, you only see my scars, and 
smile which hides the truth of A love-sick heart being ripped apart becoming love warned out 
and thrown out. Do I need to have killer thighs with a perfect sense to accessorise, or 
beautiful eyes with a seductive style just to be noticed by you that once in a while? Well 
sorry I dont wear gold or diamond chains, or even play these love sick games. Im not 
everything or anything but will always continue to shine because I will forever hold my head 
up high. I am noticed now, for my question is mirrored back at you. What do You need, To 
be noticed?
 
- Wiko Te Maru

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Someone Stole My Shoes

I needed to go to school that Friday Afternoon, but Someone Stole My Shoes. He Rocked my
shoes at school thinking he was cool but everyone looked at him like he was just A fool A
warned out used tool. He was popular always spectacular but started to be treated regular. Had so many friends but then that soon came to an end, and his friends started to become the walls and the floors and the sky way up high. For no one would listen to his cries at night, when he had turned of his light in the middle of the night when nothing would come right. He didn't know what was happening to his life? He walked to school lifting his head up with A smile making every moment worth while, but under that smile he was mad and sad everyone at home treated him bad, even his own Mum and Dad. Sat and ate lunch in the toilets with the door locked so the jocks wouldn't knock and know that he was like A rock or A stone sitting all alone, wishing that he could go home. He cried and watched the time go by just praying that this moment of life would fly up and disappear into the beautiful blue sky. He cried and cried, contemplating on suicide. Had no more friends and bled inside his heart, no one cared to hear his part. He looked down to the ground and saw the shoes that he stole, he cried in shame and said "Im too blame". He returned the shoes to my door and left A note and he wrote, "No one Knows you Wiko, We shouldn't judge someone until we've walked in their shoes, taken A look at their view, feel the feeling of getting abused and used and being bruised and rejected feeling like your worlds be injected and infected with A disease. And Then We have every right to Judge ones life".

Im so sorry I Stole Your Shoes.

- Wiko Te Maru

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Heaven and Hell

When I die Im gonna try and fly up to the place high in the sky, I can stop living A lie and 
stop wasting the tears from my eyes after all those times I got left behind. But I know I'm 
going to hell even though Im going to rebel because Ive lived my life in hell.. Cant you Tell? 
Ive faced the worst on earth always being burnt and hurt always thinking im cursed Never 
learnt to put my self first and It hurt. Im prepared for this place that Awaits if Get turned 
away from the Almighty heavenly gates, Because Ive been to Hell and back. But for now I'm 
stuck between Heaven And Hell.
 
- Wiko Te Maru

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22-02-2011

All the lives whom've died. All now lying asleep in harmony and peace but leaving this world 
in agony. Innocent lives being pushed aside, like A tsunami passing by destroying everything 
within that moment of time. Is it classed as murder? for Mother Nature to hurt her, or take 
his life or even his wife? or brothers and sisters life cutting threw them like A knife. Or is it 
just classed as Life? Buildings crumbling causing pain leaving nothing but A blood stain, 
leaving ones heart in pain. Looking at the destruction to all the constructions, houses 
crumbled to see everyones hearts were no longer humbled. Moments before the skies were 
blue, the birds were all singing A tune. The grass was green the streets were clean everyone 
was relieved and in an instant everyone started to scream. Everything came down like A 
tear falling from A cloud. The sky was grey people started to pray, how can we sleep when 
this will forever haunt ones dreams, for we are going to wake up and see that this is reality. 
But life must go on for 22-02-2011 was yesterday and today is A new day. The page has 
been written but we can still write A better ending in our grace and unite as one race and 
put smiles back onto everyones face, even though they have no reason to smile we can still 
make their lives worth while.
 
Christchurch New Zealand .
 
- Wiko Te Maru

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No Point In Being Happy

Im crying and crying but Daddy wont get up for me, he lays there lazy humbled asleep.
Wont anyone think of me? Mummy says, he might just be hungry, Hows A bottle going to
fix me? All i need is love and sympathy. Mummy and Daddy always fight about money but
to me it doesn't mean anything. They always fight, saying they cant afford thing's. Maybe
things would have been cheaper if they didn't have me. Mummy screams "I should have
had an abortion before I thought things were going to be easy. Whats an abortion? I ask
my little head while I lay in my little bed. I cry, Daddy gives me A bottle thinking thats
what I need to fix my bruised heart thats being ripped apart? I just want Mummy and
Daddy to be happy, and not to worry about one thing. If I had a voice, I would tell them I
loved them when there hearts felt hurt and burnt. If I had the strength to walk I'd do the
dishes, cleaning and washing so they wouldn't have to fight about doing any of these
things, which they call miseries. Daddy gets annoyed carrying me when I'm crying, but
I'm not strong enough to stand on my own two little feet. Mummy always talks on the
phone, but always ignores me when I'm alone. Lying in these dirty clothes, it's like there's
no one home.
All I do is sleep and eat why cant someone spend more time with me? When I cry in the
middle of the night, it's not because I'm hungry or need a changing, It's because I'm in
pain and agony but Mummy and Daddy just lay there sound asleep. I don't have a car or
fancy things, Is love to much to ask of me? If life is as bad and mad as they make it to be,
then why do grown ups want to live A life of being unhappy? I don't want to argue about
money, or worry about caring about the babies, if that's going to be hard for me. If
Mummy and Daddy always fight about money, when will they ever be truly happy? If
pretty clothes A worth more then A pretty rose, And I'm going turn into A grown up and
this is how my life is going to be. Then I don't want to live in insanity, there's No Point In
Being Happy for it will only be A dream to me, never becoming reality. Mummy and Daddy
don't care about me they just want all the luxuries. When I cry in pain all they do is
complain about who's going to get up and feed me. I close my little eyes and sleep. They
don't open again. For Mummy and Daddy will now be happy. I go to heaven were
everyone will love me for I am just A Baby.

- Wiko Te Maru

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Drugs Make Me Happy

Remember when getting high was climbing up the tree, and we could see the sky and feel 
as if I could let go and fly and never open my eyes having that feeling that I would never 
die. Getting high, on dads shoulders, seeing the trees and buzzing bees, the place for 
where I could see everything and be happy. Getting high meant flying on the swings, 
through the air, having the wind blow through our hair. Being high was pretending to fly 
like a plane, through a cold winters day with pouring rain on that saturday. Grandma use 
to pick us up and raise us high like The smoke rising from her sweet baked pies. Being 
high was to go snort cocaine everyday. It made me feel strong for no one could prove me 
wrong, I stayed on it so long that I didn’t know right from wrong. I was confused and 
started to be abused but always refused to just give up and loose. Ecstasy Made me high 
and I started to act so alive party and rave all the time, being so blind to all the hearts I 
pushed aside left to rot and die, But I didn't care because I was to stubborn to accept the 
truth that was right in front of my eyes. Speed made me high that I started feel pleasure 
and had no guilt inside even though I started to live A lie and always tried to deny the 
things I hid deep down inside. It made me commit crimes and runaway from all the times 
I made my mother cry, and I would cry because I no longer knew how to survive because 
I forgot the meaning to Try. Remember when getting high was climbing up the tree, and 
we could see the sky and feel as if I could let go and fly and never open my eyes having 
that feeling that I would never die? I finally climbed that tree and let go And felt the wind 
blow, I began to fly and feel so naturally high. But I woke up and realised that I am no 
longer alive, I overdosed and became so alive that i ended up committing suicide. They 
say when you die, you see your whole life flash before your eyes. All I saw was the way 
my mother cried cursing at all the times I lied, and watching my friends turn their backs 
when my only friend started to be crack. It became A sickness for it was my addiction, 
thee only way to rid of it was to die and leave all my sadness behind. But I am happy now 
that I am in heaven finally belong side, my family and friends that I pushed aside all those 
times whilst I listened to the demon inside my heart and my mind, Because Drugs Make 
Me Happy.
 
- Wiko Te Maru

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Broken Friendship

"A friend in power is a friend lost" Lost I feel for we were once burning like the brightest
flames. We became so tied for not even a lie could make our hearts untied. Every time you
cried I stayed and lyed by your side and cried all the time, sharing the pain hidden deep
down inside. When I needed you most you were my friend, you were standing there despite
what I said and you still cared. When swinging on the parks getting high we flied, I couldn't
wait to see you by my side. You told me your secrets, what makes you happy inside or
makes you have the feeling to wanting to die. You always put me first and nothing could
ever make me hurt. When I needed you most when I needed a friend you weren't there and
I didn't want to believe that you chose them, over me. I dreamed and dreamed hoping that
this wasnt reality for you were my everything. You started to learn what popular was for I
was just the lonely one. You attend all these fancy thing for I stayed home just being me. I
ate my lunch in the school bathroom so you or him or her wouldn't no that during lunch
that I was alone drowning in my own sorrows, or chocking on the words which that one day
made perfect sense, but now are just cold and dense. I have no shoulder to cry on or A ear
to hear my fears or listen to my tears, laking down my eyes dripping on my thighs. Every
heartbeat like a drum of pain in my soul because now I feel so cold. Caring was the only
thing I ever did when we were friends, the minute you turned your back, is the minute I
realised I deserved better. You gave me your heart I gave you mine then you teared it apart
and left me with ugly scars forcing me to part. Lost I feel for we were once burning like the
brightest flames, it'll never be the same for now we have A Broken Friendship.

- Wiko Te Maru

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Subjugation of Love

Would you rather A lie which paints A faint smile to your face or be faced with the truth 
which lakes tears down your soft smooth face. Or hurt inside, being pushed aside by 
the one you love but you are to scared to confront afraid of being dumped. Or go on and reach triumph reaching the moon being true turning your back on those who wouldn't react when you felt like wasted scrap? Don't be played by Subjugation Of Love. It's your life, when will you realise this?

- Wiko Te Maru