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Ode for DA friends and T.shareMy heart goes out to your awesome expression of creativity,like the objects in shades in the spectrum of reality.A pool of sharing the work of art spreads joy and make our life whole,together with our passion, we seek out our lovely artistic soul.
Soulmate search in the seaI wish I could catch a fish eventually.I will throw my bait and I will wait & see patiently.
Your Best friend is yourselfTrue friend is yourselfYou can trust yourself.You can count your blessingsYou can listen your own advice.You can listen your heart.You can proud of yourself.You dont judge yourself.You dont lie to yourselfYou dont listen your negativityYourself doesnt hurt you.Yourself doesnt cheated you.You can control yourself.You can protect yourself.You can recognize your limitations & your mistakes.You can treat yourself lucky.You can HELP yourselfYou can LOVE yourself.You can RESPECT yourself.You will be blessed,and you will receive the god's blessings.Be firm.Be humble.Be yourself.
A Fatal trap of Cyberlove"Unsuspecting victims of cyberlove can be caught in a trap with a virus within its wall.""Just say NO!"
GenerosityIf your palm is open and you are giving,you will also receive god's blessings.
Ode for Human HeartMy heart is inside my deep cavern,Blood flowing like the clear stream endlessly.Such an unique art pieceTirelessly working to sustain my life.Every beat is a breath.Just like a symphony.Cleansing my soul within,Energizing my bodySurely you are the river of life.The symbol of passionAnd how I am being blessed.
Our HeroWhen he was young, fit and tall,he got called up and sent off to war,was made to wear a uniformand shipped abroad, from his family torn.Arriving in a foreign land,to the sound of marching bands.Sent up front to the muddy trenches,told to shoot, without consequences.One by one his comrades fellbut he came through this living hell.Endured the cold, the mud and rain,gas, guns and bombs drove him near insane.Then one day he was told to go.The war was over, now you're a herobut being brave didn´t keep him alive,he knew just luck helped him survive.Now old and grey and bent with age,he takes part in autumn parades,in honour of all his fallen mates,who he'll see again at heavens gates.Poem written bySuzanne karbach26th August 2015.
Kelly's BellyThis is the story of a girl who grewHer hair was blonde, her eyes were blueYoung and pretty, her name was KellyAll she wanted was a big round bellyHer friend was smart, made her a pillOne to make her stomach fillShe let the pill slide down her throatThen felt herself begin to bloatNext her tummy rounded outHer cheeks puffed up and made her poutHer top was stretched, it was too smallto cover her belly, now a big round ballYou'd think she had too much to eatShe could no longer see her feetShe rubbed her belly, felt it growWondered when she'd start to slowBut there was no end to her inflationAlthough she quite liked this sensationShe grew to many times her sizeAnd there was panic in her eyesHer friend realised something was wrongThe pill she'd made was way too strongAs Kelly floated from the groundHer belly made a creaking soundHer friend said sorry she had to goBut Kelly was about to blowNow alone she filled the roomReached her limit and went kaboom
Fallen AngelFallen AngelCrawling in my forlorn appearanceI hide my soul behind these tattered wingsTattered and broken as they arePlucked of light, stained in tears and blood.In quiet despair upon the cold earthSmeared in dirt I crouch upon my weary kneesAnd clutched timidly between my fingersRests one last jewel of Hope.A single unblemished plume pluckedFrom the silver light of dawnA feathered ray of light from beyondTo illuminate the void that has me bound.This precious barb of silkOnce lost as I was and forgottenBlazes now to immerse me in radiant blissTo wash away the pain, draw me from the abyss.So now I fade away…My tender flesh removedMy shattered wings releasedMy inner light unsheathed… escapes.(c)2004 Joseph Palladino
Creepypasta ABC'sA is for Abby, who has a creepy stalkerB is for BEN, he drowned in some waterC is for Cupcakes, which you'll just die to eatD is for Dating Game, beware of who you'll meetE is for Eyeless Jack, he wants to slash you openF is for Funnymouth, who'll leave your jaw brokenG is for Guardian Angel, he's always with youH is for Humans, and they can lick tooI is for Ickbarr Bigelsteine, your teeth he will keepJ is for Jeff the Killer, who tells you to go to sleepK is for Killswitch, a game impossible to findL is for Lavender Town, the music messes with your mindM is for Misfortune, a hidden game within a gameN is for No End House, which lives up to its nameO is for On the Bus, you'll be riding foreverP is for Penpal, they can be oh so cleverQ is for Quiet Room, a film with a cursed TV spotR is for Russian Sleep Experiment, more sinister than we thoughtS is for Slender Man, wearing a black suit and tieT is for Trust, who shall live, and who shall die?U is for Unbranded Lapto
Torn Apart, Drawn Together
RapeYou said it would not hurt, as you advanced;Yet nothing but pain was inflicted, yourSecretive smirk left me lost in a trance,I was young and vulnerable, unsure.You told me to trust you, though I did notYour words sliced through my soul; you took controlOf my mind, you left me with not one shotTo sew back together this gaping hole.You took from me, my pride, my innocenceSo you could receive what I did not wantTo give you; You struck, as though with vengeance,Though I had not wronged you; I fear you'll hauntMy dreams forever, release from my mindNever, you poisoned this victim; left blind.
RainRings and rivulets of waterRolling down the panes and roofRunning wildly through the guttersResting underneath the porchRaking wet across the shuttersRemaining still for far too longRestless children yearn to play
self-harm is for attention?If self harm is for attention,then why the scars we conceal,why feel the guilt with every cut,why know that within you will never truly heal,if merely for attention,the scars would be for all to see,you'd want all to know what you do,not be hating what you know you'll always be,you'd cut and burn in front of others,not forever behind closed doors,feel accepted by all around,not as if you're breaking some social law,"self harm is for attention",the words of an ignorant fool,who think that we crave sympathy,thing that having scars makes us feel "cool",they don't think about what they are saying,look for the logic in the lies,all they see is attention seekers,through their uneducated eyes,maybe one day they'll know the truth,maybe they will feel the pain,then with their new found knowledge,I hope they hear the lies again,feel the unacceptable,the hatred these lies create,be on the receiving end for once,and forever curse cruel fate,if self harming was for atten
One-Shot: Thomarie nuestro primer besoThomas PovNunca imagine que el momento que tanto esperé fuera así, tan inusual, sin planear nada, solo así sin nada; no salió como me lo esperaba; todo fue único y especial. Me sorprendió que aunque fuera un accidente lo valoro tanto; no sé si tú lo valores tanto como yo este momento; aunque fue accidental para mí fue muy especial.Aún recuerdo ese caluroso día de verano el cual el calor rebasaba los límites, estar con gabardina no era una opción, el calor me obligaba a usar ropa ligera la cual jamás pensé usar aun siendo verano, todo culpa de la pelirroja solo por querer rebasar los límites de la física por intentar hacer un arcoíris, pero en vez de eso la máquina exploto lanzando un rayo al sol haciendo que este se acerque un poco más a la Tierra y el calor aumentara, nuestros padres trataron de arreglarlo, pero el rayo fue demasiado fuerte por eso no lo revertieron claro
Your smileEverytime I see your serene face,Im a captive of your smile.That subtle, endearing smile uplifts me.