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Hey Stranger, have I seen you before?
Hey Stranger, have I met you before?
Hey Stranger, reincarnation is a cure.

Did I see you on that mexican shore?
Or maybe helped you in that Japanese store?
Maybe sang for you that famous Egyption lore.

Hey stranger, have I seen you before?
Hey stranger, have I met you before?
Hey stranger, after life is so pure.

1860, Quito, Ecuador
The spanish were marching during midnight
You wanted to protect your homeland
In the darkness, we saw your light.

I begged you my love, to not leave me.
You climbed your horse and gave me a smile.
I could not leave you alone so I joined you
To defeat the colonial vile

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Hey Stranger, have I seen you before?
Hey Stranger, have I met you before?
Hey Stranger, reincarnation is a cure.

Did I see you on that mexican shore?
Or maybe helped you in that Japanese store?
Maybe sang for you that famous Egyption lore.

1550, Quito, Ecuador
The spanish were marching in midnight
You wanted to protect your Incas
In the darkness, we saw your light.

I begged you my love, to not leave me.
You took your sword and gave me a smile.
I could not leave you alone so I joined you
To defeat the colonial vile

Hey extraño, ¿te he visto antes?
Hey extraño, ¿te he conocido antes?
Hey extraño, la reencarnación es una cura.

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Don't tell me that you understand
Don't tell me that you know
Don't tell me that I survive
How I will surely grow

Don't tell me this is just a test
That I'm truly blessed
That I'm chosen for this task
Apart from all the rest

Don't come at me with the answer
That can only come from me
Don't tell me how my grief will pass
That I shall soon be free

Don't stand in pious judgment
Of the bond I must untie
Don't tell me how to suffer
And don't tell me how to cry

My life is filled with selfishness
My pain is all I see
But I need you and I need your love
Unconditionally

Accept me in my ups and downs
I need to someone to share
Just hold my hand and let me cry
And say my friend I care.

I gawk around me,
The multicolored realm distorted into the twilight,
Yanks rolls down from orifices,
My gazes forfeited hope in myself,
My orifices can't divulge anyone,
There is no dawning anymore,
There is darkness around me,
I whimper, sob, and moan,
No one to heed my songster,
No one to heed my despair,
Trauma in my endurance is intolerable,
Stormy aura is whacking,
I am dreading and twitching,
I am repressing from this brutal world,
I fear to doze, I fear to yearn
My sanity is helpless to shirk the horrendous occurrence
I was ravished,
I was massacred by the abusive species of this world.
My corpse is trimmed by full of blotches,
My essence is deceased inside,
My annexes are halted,
I infer I cant fly again.
My heart weeps when people around me compel me to perceive "invisible"
I strived to wail for rectitude,
My voice is dismissed,
My voice now vanishes,
My intellect is ample of suicidal reflections,
I am lifeless inside,
I succumbed when I was "raped".
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I gawk around me,
The multicolored realm distorted into the twilight,
Yanks rolls down from orifices,
My gazes forfeited hope in myself,
My orifices can't divulge anyone,
There is no dawning anymore,
There is darkness around me,
I whimper, sob, and moan,
No one to heed my songster,
No one to heed my despair,
Trauma in my endurance is intolerable,
Stormy aura is whacking,
I am dreading and twitching,
I am repressing from this brutal world,
I fear to doze, I fear to yearn
My sanity is helpless to shirk the horrendous occurrence
I was ravished,
I was massacred by the abusive species of this world.
My corpse is trimmed by full of blotches,
My essence is deceased inside,
My annexes are halted,
I infer I cant fly again.
My heart weeps when people around me compel me to perceive "invisible"
I strived to wail for rectitude,
My voice is dismissed,
My voice now vanishes,
My intellect is ample of suicidal reflections,
I am lifeless inside,
I succumbed when I was "raped".
#review #poetry #ae

Sitting in loneliness n crying a lot
Asking dark light to cover me like ozone to earth
Ask my frnd to leave me alone
Let me fight with myself
for not to listen my mom
Like the broken star is ignore
Let the earthy people leave me alone
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Dancing on the cliff, drops on my face
In the sea of blood, I swam with a smile
Screams are all muffled, there's a wet cushion
Round and round it goes and yet I walk straight.

Nobody knows, about you in my soul
They only know the pretty smile I put
Making up for all the debts you made
You bleed and tears stain my cheeks.

Its not easy, with you stuck to me
For i know not who you even are
From your tight embrace, I break and run
But well, Round and round it goes.
Round and round it goes.

-Stangel

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Dancing on the cliff, drops on my face
In the sea of blood, I swam with a smile
Screams are all muffled, there's a wet cushion
Round and round it goes and yet I walk straight.

Nobody knows, about you in my soul
They only know the pretty smile I put
Making up for all the debts you made
You bleed and tears stain my cheeks.

Its not easy, with you stuck to me
For i know not who you even are
From your tight embrace, I break and run
But well, Round and round it goes.
Round and round it goes.

-Stangel

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Some or the other day, I think,
Is it agony or pain , burning the soul,
My eyes blink,
And tears as pure as etheral drink,
Carves a way to the world, allured,
With dooms and glooms of mortality,
As men has himself learned to shade,
Their heart under the shelf of iron,
Valience, courage long stood,
Now these , stretched limbs, starves for aid.

Some or the other day, I feel,
My head aching with the burden of,
Its accomplishment,
.....
.....
From war to winning the heart,
To the thrones of world from journey of stars,
Merited , gentle and divine life,
Full of vim and enthusiasm.
...
And laughs at them (my accomplishments),
For this man, has colded down,
As fist of iron, which wrentched the men,
Has shivered.
And wit of wolf as sharp as knife,
Has caught rust.

Some or the other day, I feel,
Should not the dust sprawl my eyes,
And lead me to the unbound sky ,
So that, my heart, alone can see,
The day in dark and lord in light.

But , for the time to take ,
Wandering into the wilderness,
Thoughts do say its say,
Like a cloudy motion of madness,
But, as I swere to lord ,I believe ,I think,
Some or the other day,
Would not I doubt my achievements.
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Broken
I steel my soul
My spirit.

Happiness

When rivers flows and fire rage,
Serotonin leads the way
Setting happiness free from it's cage

Happiness is like a flowing river
No matter how much you try,
You can never stop nor run it dry.

Happiness is like a new born child
There are days when you cry
But still, you'll never go back.

But pain is saying life is not fair
but maybe I still love it here.
If I get to choose again,
I'll choose living, and I'll do it without a scare.

Just a little way of saying good morning.
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There are some seeds in the soul of soil, that only sprout under rain..

There are candles of life... inside every soul that burn only when they experience love...

Those burning petals without quenching the thirst for a kiss.. Those lips... got sweeter with those unspoken words

Yet we sit still living in each other's eyes... Its beyond mute😞😌
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The thing that I fear is facing you...
The thing that I fear is obsessing you..
The thing that I fear is
Loving you..

For a while I was thinking why I fell for you...
I'm still not sure...

Maybe I fell first..
Might be then the reasons came ..

it was all about impressing you..
Expressing me...
Addressing US...

The beat that I skipped
First time we met...
And the heat fogged Every time we met...




Each time I see one I try seizing it...
But every time a strange fear grip me..
All the time I managed to bury them..


Maybe I was afraid..
Afraid that u were in love with someone who isn't me..
Holded hands that weren't mine..
Smiled and blushed about something that wasn't about me...

I loved those moments our eyes levelled..
I never understood what was that,
You shot into my heart with your eyes..
And I will never trade these moments...

Cause I hope......

-John Paul Benoy

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She was born as a detested juvenile
She eternally coveted for love,
She eternally was regaled with bitterness
Folk shouted her as"cursed girl"
She was coerced and victimized
She yearned to dwell a natural life
She was feted like a "slave" in her own cottage
She cherished the "freedom" of birds in the sky
She wished to drift high in the sky
She was disparaged for her "appearance"
She was feasted as "untouchable" for her dark-skinned color
She reminisced that she is a "burden"
She was imperceptible in her own clan
She was being auctioned as a "slave"
Yanks cascading down her cheeks
She moaned and wept all through the twilight
She inferred now she is being "used"
She inferred she can't invent more "pain"
She evolved into a "lethal poison"
She annihilated everyone who"tortured" her
She yearned to be one of the stars in the sky
She tainted herself, evolved into a shiny star in the sky
#review #poetry #ae

Title : Let's

Let's begin or it may be late
Let's start titillating the fate
Let's wonder when and how
Let's pause then and now
Let's get out of hives
Let's start enjoying our lives

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Sitting under the sun n thinking about the moon
That's the saddest movement
When I was thinking about you
Seconds past, minutes past, weeks past
Even yrs too
Still u live inside me somewhere
That's the saddest movement I ever had
Gud night
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|NOTHING IN PROMPTICULAR|
DAY 27
CONDITION: All the best
PROMPT: You are stopped by law enforcement on a not-so-traveled road. He claims that you were speeding and broke several other traffic laws. He can take you to jail and impound your car. But you can go free without a ticket if you perform oral sex on him. What do you do?

"WHAT!? You want me to go down on you? You ugly piece of..."

"Offence. Number. Eight. Insulting a cop." He cut in with a rich smile on his face.

"No I can't believe this. Out here? What if someone sees?"

"Hey, lady. I've patrolled this place for TWO WHOLE MONTHS! You're the third person dumb enough to use this route."

There was a cockiness about him that riled her. Her eyes were glued to the icky moustache his nose seemed to have pooped onto his face.

"Grrr. Offence three for you too. You just insulted a civilian. Asked for a sloppy on your D and gave me a near death experience with your breath."

"Lady, go down or let me pin a nice, little ticket on that bum of yours."

"Pervert! First you want a sloppy, now it's my bum you're after? Ugh, you irritate me."

"Bum is short for bumper!" He countered.

"Wow, being out here sure messes with a person's head. Cops put tickets on bumper's now? You liar."

The cop's hands descended to his bony waist. He eyed her not saying a word.

"What are you looking at?" She quizzed.

"A little princess pulling at the fangs of law enforcement. I'm writing you this ticket. Since that's how you want it."

Her tense eyebrows lost their fire. A ticket was the last thing she wanted. And jail?! How would father react?
Mother. She'd go ahead and donate the car to the church.

"Mister. Let's not be rash." She said politely.

"Interesting. Something to discuss? ...A change of mind perhaps?" He snickered and twirled his ragged waist.

The sight was puke worthy but she managed to keep it down. By now, the cop's third leg was almost drilling a hole through his skin tight pants...

Molly sighed, and turned to her car.

"Hey princess, not so fast." His voice had lost its ruggedness. Thoughts of pleasure had weakened his chords.

"Shut up." She fired back.
She leaned in through her window and reached for something. The suspicious cop's hand lingered around his taser for fear of the unknown.

She strutted back to him. Rolling her hips. Knocking his brain dead with fantasies. She looked him square in the eye, tying her dark flowy hair into a bun.

One step closer. Then another. One hand on his pulsing chest
and the other wandering lower...

She gave a firm squeeze. Masochistic ecstacy flooded his face. She felt him some more and warned,

"Mister...don't you dare blow up in my mouth."

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It is true that my weeping transforms,
Myself into the danger of night,
Because i know of no fight,
That me doesn't mourns.

Maybe it is because i am,
But i am not as i do not think.
Who thinks when one has man,
That destroys lives in a blink.

I feel love yet so loveless,
I wish to die, and by that anxious,
To know my face; emotionless,
After all of the sayings i feel my sanctions.

#review Hey guys, Anybody help me with this https://www.quora.com/What-are-the-problems-authors-and-book-writers-will-face-when-hiring-a-book-cover-designer

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Why why why i dont know why ...
.
The is lots of love for your soul ,
But you leave it by saying its a loll.,
.
There is lots of clash what is liken by me,
And what is good for me .
.
I don know why why why,...
.
Wakes up in the morning with a dream,
Till Sleeping in night for a dream ..
.
Why why why i am writting these ..
I don't know why why why....

Hope u enjoyed it...
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hello every one...
Its pleasurable for me to have good bond here😊

|NOTHING IN PROMPTICULAR|
DAY 26
PROMPT: From the picture, write a story.

So the one in the middle. Yeah, the one badly in need of flab trappers. He's Joey.

Then to the left. Not your left, dummy. Joey's left. Yeah, that's Slim. Calm, cool, collected. He lived for making fashion statements. But whatever the problem was, his hours in front of the mirror brought him out looking like this. Come on, just look at him. Who dresses like that to a party? Rumours say slim was battling starvation.

Well alright, since you want to know so bad, I'm going to tell you where I am. Look left of Joey. No, sorry, what's his other hand called? Yeah look there.

Hey wipe away that thought, I'm not the guy wearing the blanket looking like he's in LaLa land. That's Caesar. The frigging cause of everything that happened that night. Oh I feel like pummeling that horrid face of his.I heard his child is as stupid,maybe more.Sad I didn't punch him hard enough to knock out those bogus genes from his insides.


Author's note: Unfortunately the picture can't be added to this because of the rules. It's a picture of three rugged bums walking ahead of two other bums and one man in a suit.
And yeah I decided against posting it earlier. 😅

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