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.

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Why why why i dont know why ...
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The is lots of love for your soul ,
But you leave it by saying its a loll.,
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There is lots of clash what is liken by me,
And what is good for me .
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I don know why why why,...
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Wakes up in the morning with a dream,
Till Sleeping in night for a dream ..
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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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Soul mates!
Soul mates are inferred to be together
Soul mates precise each other
A string is bound between two souls
Essences of two souls bang for each other
Sometimes they chortle together,
sometimes they squabble together
the string gets intertwined here and there
The string is armored between soul mates
Together they dwell vitality together
String retains them together in up-downs in vitality
Jointly they are vital to face obstacles
If soul mates are detached they are shaky
Together to formulate bonding powerfully,
You yearn to subsidize and care for each other,
You yearn to ratify each other's imperfections,
Waddle on the same hallway together fulfilling each other's fantasies
Love each other's inner elegance,
External glamour is ephemeral
Soul mates are meant to be together even eternity,
When strings eventually collide,
Soul mates convene each other's gaze,
Heartbeats together, pondering life together
It's fate to be together, cant be rectified
Together they dwell, a vitality replenished with elations and despairs
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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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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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White like is different from that red heart
‎white is simple of purity but heart is a symbol of love
‎u had both n I lost both
‎u taught me everything
‎n now I m broken like nothing
‎completely useless
‎just come n throw me
‎in a dirty street bin
‎Gud night guys
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I started shivering, goosebumps on my body, thunder stroke in my heart, chaos in my brain, when I opened my eyes there was darkness, grabbed myself in between folded legs and my hands wrapped around it, it all happened when you left me without saying a single word. #review #sn #microtale

|NOTHING IN PROMPTICULAR|
DAY 28
CONDITION: Paranormal
PROMPT: It was Christmas morning. The sidewalks were empty except for a lone man walking a kid’s bike to...

This happened every year. Tucked under my mum, we stared out the window. My mom looked on intently. I had chills all over. Every family on the street did same.

We weren't allowed to speak, we weren't allowed to make a sound. We all had eyes fixed on him.

He hobbled with each step. The bicycle he pushed seemed to have aged with him. Paint all worn off, rusty spokes, one tie partially empty of air.
Disunity was the definition of his scarf.

Each year, he'd walk down the road to the mouth of the forest. The hills around our valley would quake. I hadn't been able to stomach it all of my fifteen years on earth. Mother would press my face against her chest to muffle my sniffles.

Nobody was allowed to speak of the events of Christmas morning. This year, I was going to be strong. I was going to face that which I feared.

We moved to the next window. Only the first part of his walk could be seen through the first.
Closer. Closer. Closer.

And then it begun.

The hills... They danced. Moving from side to side as the trees began to part.
The clear sky was no more. The thunder pealed. Weary clouds dark as soot descended to cover the forest.
And then, the beating of wings...

A shriek tore through the sky and parted the clouds. My eyes were widened in awe and were teary in fright.

Then, it fell from the sky. The trees bowed, the hills were still. It was beyond my words. The king had come.
The Griffon that protected us.
It was real.

The man bowed his head. The bicycle was an offering?
The creature stared at it, extending regal wings towards it.Then it vanished.

I turned to my mother, face drained of blood and expression.

"Max. That man's son broke the rules fifty years ago. He took his bike out for a ride on Christmas morning.

I was five then. The man was over sixty. His son was twelve. The Griffon devoured him leaving the bike that defiled the road and placing the man under a curse.

Each year. He walks down the path with the bike to promise the Griffon that no other would defile the path. No one knows when or how the curse will be broken."

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I'm sorry I might have pushed you too far
Life is about making choices, please don't fright
I'm sorry I might have let you down
Put me in your shoes and see why I cry.

I'm sorry I gave up on her
She was the spark that lighted my soul on fire
So I'm sorry I left without a sign
If only things were better, I wouldn't have tried.

Sometimes we do the wrong thing for the right reason
I thought I was helping but no I was not fixing.
I took you up, then I let you down
Please forgive me, I never meant to be foul.

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|NOTHING IN PROMPTICULAR|
DAY 29
CONDITION: Horror
PROMPT: You wake up at 4 am, and there is a man you have never met standing over you.

"Jesus!" My hands searched for the lamp switch and my glasses. Everything was blurry. But I knew there was someone there. This couldn't be a dream. I closed my eyes to slip on my glasses and...

"Babe, it's just me." She said.

I could swear my wife was beside me when I woke up. Now she wasn't? I could swear!!! There were three people in the room.

My mind raced. Gut coiled into a knot. I backed away chest heaving. Eyes locked on her the whole way till I was almost sitting.

"Babe, why you being all weird? Bad dream?" She asked, smiling warmly as always.

She came closer. "Babe?"
I still hadn't said a word. I was stuck in my head.

She joined me on the bed, head on my chest and arms wrapped around me.
"Babe talk to me! What's wrong? I don't like it when you get like this."

That was my wife. I sighed and melted into her. I was calm again.

"Did you hear that?" My body stiffened again.

"Yes I did, your heart beat is beautiful." She replied.

"No, no, the bed shook. You didn't feel it?"

She sighed and gave me worried eyes. "Babe, I think you're hungry, I'll go fix breakfast."

"No. Liz, I'm serious. I hea..Ha! there it is again!"

This time I was sure! I didn't need a second opinion.

"Liz you didn't feel that?"

She said nothing and cuddled harder. Too hard.

"Liz stop. I'm serious."

Then another shake. It was vigorous. Someone was down there!

I squirmed out of her grip. She was pretending to be asleep. I left her on my side of the bed and moved to hers. Slowly. I reached for the baseball bat. It was perched on the wall for emergencies. And for times like this.

...
It was Liz! Another Liz. The sincerity in her eyes. That was Liz. My Liz! All tied up and gagged. Someone had shoved her under there.

Then I stopped. Who was on the bed with me?!

I lifted my head. Liz was on the bed. Right where I left her

I looked back down. Liz was on the floor, tied up and gagged.

Then to the bed again. NOBODY THERE!

Footsteps scurried around the room.I saw no one. My ears followed them. From end to end. Up the walls and down. The lamp flickered.

And icy palm touched my shoulder. A reptilian tongue searched my ear.
"Your heart beat is beautiful, I can almost taste it."

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#poetry
Title: Drowning all the way down.
I did build up walls,
secured myself in a world of my own,
but still those waves hit me,
drowning me all the way down.

A hand that came from somewhere,
shook my faith in myself to the bone,
the hand went away,
but the aftermath made me drown.

A constant struggle, a ferocious war,
going on with and against myself,
making me hate what I am,
just because I was being myself.

A small crime, to be what I am,
made me an object of loathe,
made me drown in waves of depression,
but, then I made an oath.

No one must be my boundary,
no one should be the brutal judge,
who will make me drown again,
their oppression won't make me budge.

I rose from the waves,
winning against a weaker me,
let's see if they win now,
if they can define me.

P.S : They here is anyone who made me believe that I am not good enough.

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IRONY
I remember he once said , "You should love yourself like you'd want other people to love you. And I love myself just the same way. " He looked so charming that I couldn't help but love him and believe every word he'd say. And somewhere, through the time, I forgot the first sentence he said.

I remember, when I was with him, I always felt like I'm in a haze, as if I'm swimming in water and he is Poseidon, controlling my waters. As if I'm not in his heart, but his hands. It almost felt like cocaine, except that I was high on him. Whatever he would say, I'd believe. He said I should be happy and I'm happy. He said I should be sad, and I'm sad.

But every drug starts to harm your body and mind sooner or later. I had overdosed on him. And I felt like I couldn't breathe if he wasn't near me. I wanted to be with him, but all I felt was that I was drowning in his ocean. Maybe it was his over effect. My friends tried to help me, but nothing would pass through my mind, 'thick skull', he'd say.

One day, I dared to ask him that why he was flirting with another girl. And I saw that devil in his eyes that made me flinch and just when he saw the fear on my face, he showed me who was in control and had more power. It was the first time but not the last.

He'd call me different names I would rather not think of again , but some days he'd make me feel like a princess. While someday, a prisoner. Maybe he was right. But one day, he said he'd leave me. And he did. He just left me, without another word. I got a text later, he said that I was caging him. And I asked myself a better example of irony.

Darkness

When darkness comes and silence arose
The beat of my heart became so shallow.

The smell of fear is all I perceive
Anger arose within me and my pain conceal.

The man in the mirror is scared
Darkness has taken a toll, leaving me benign.

I looked around, I see no one
My works are done, and I have lost.

My shames and my glory all before me
There's nothing I can do, than sit or dive in.

The arrows of revenge rage
Suddenly It's like I could fight again.

Still I looked around and found no one
My works are done and I have lost.

How did I get here? I asked myself
I used to be king, my palace right here.

I have slaves, I keep maids
My yards are big, but now they're fade

Was it not I? I could look dragon in the face
I have many kingdoms, I wipe nations in a gaze

I never dwell among the peasant, I was power
But darkness has taken it toll, as higher as I was, I am lower.

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How do you know its over
And your heart has come undone
In hopes of being together
You have been flying too close to the sun.They say love never ends
Well it has today for me
My heart is broken I can't mend it
But I can and i will live my life and not end it
I hate love, I hate love , I hate love,
But again I ask
How do I know if it's really over
Your hands are shaking
The sky has fallen
It took years to say 3 words
And it all crumbled in 3 seconds
The next day , she didn't come running
The next day, she didn't introduce you to the new kid as her bestfriend
She sat on a seat
Surrounded by her new friends
Where there probably was a new you

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The Undying Man


Survives after
The strike of death
And is reborn
By mother grave

He acquires
A new trait inborn.
And will never see
Death again

His new home
May be in Jahannam -
That faces fall off
Facing a fliud it boiled

Where his food
Will be Zaqqum -
A poisonous and thorny plant
Which stood the heat of hell

And his drink
Will be Hamiim -
That quenches no thirst
But melts all it flows through

And alas,
He won't be gifted,
With slow and painful death
For he's now immortal.

Or his new home
May be in The Garden -
Whose weather
Is happiness

At its doorstep
He will bid farewell
To fear, thirst and hunger
Along with his ailments:

Resentment and sadness
Including their allies.
And his cup of greed
Will be filled with sea.

The strike before
Was by a timekeeper
Who stroke on him when
His time to choose was up.


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Annie, she was scraching the table sitting on her bed near her window.It was late 1 O clock. She was just wondering how should she kill this time. She recieved a message from David his friend.

David:"Hey hey hey are you up?"

Annie:" yup"

David:"What are you doin?"

Annie:" nothing just tryna sleeping"

David:"Wooo"

Annie:" wht are u upto david?"

David:" Studying "

Annie:" just throw it away when did you started studin "

David:" Ha ha "

Annie:" the wind is sassing loud"

David:" aaa Yesss "

Annie:" I feel somethin ill"

David: "What happened"

Annie : " nothin I heard some squealing noise"

David:"Ahh cut it out, I have to tell you something "

Annie " yup tell me"

David: "This friend Jonny my oh my he proposed me today"

Annie: " you accepted it right ?"

Annie " joking"

David : "I said nooo "

Annie: " oooo"

David : " He was like mad for me"

Annie : " Ah someone's in my garden"

Annie: " is it some sort of prank david is it you? It looks like you "

David : " Funny hah I am texting you here"

Annie: " looks like you he is digging the garden "

David :" Annie just call your parents" 

Annie : " I am home alone"

David : " Shall I call the cops?

Annie : " omg omg he is breaking the door"

David : "What Annie Annie"

David "hello Annie? 

Annie : " he is in the house approaching upstairs what should I do???? "

David: " Be calm take something sharp maybe a knife"

Annie : " he is on the stairs what do i do?

David : "  I have called the cops be calm"

Annie : " Do you love me David?.Tell me do you?"

David: " This aint the time to ask this stuff"

Annie : " The sound is moving far away." 

David : " Wait there till the cops come"

Annie : " Yes I will wait forever. David tell do you love me ?:

David " Annie..."

Annie :" David he is gone. Do not worry he left the house."

David: " How do I know this is Annie?"

Annie left the chat.

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