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Summertime Feel that light breeze on your tanned and young skin, helping cooling you down by this hot day, barely caressing the top of your gin, a soft and tepid blow you wish would stay
there is a scorching sun outside this shade, right now you do not wish to be moving, tempted by the water color of jade, you wait the right time by slightly drowsing
relaxing to the murmurs of the sea time on this sweet sweet day seems to have stopped, and you sip on some freshly made iced tea... is it time to wet his suit you just shopped?...
it is summer time and school is over, enjoy it for youth won't last forever.
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can you hear my roaring? I am the poet can you hear me sing? I am the minstrel can you hear me play? I play the trumpet can you read my words? This is my novel
can you hear me scream? this is my release can you hear me cry? this is my pillow can you feel the warmth? this is my soft fleece can you see my footprints? this is my snow
can you hear me laugh? this is my mirror can you hear me pant? this is my pillar can you hear my faith? this is my parlor can you see my stuff? this is my cellar
This is all that I share and even more, this is my most guarded, secret tresor
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sc:bw boot the computer and connect to fish, it is ageless and forever will be, being good at it take more than a wish, it requires you to have enough envy,
envy to be the best amongst the best envy to play the most demanding game envy to puts lots of time, to invest in it, and finally envy of fame
in my heart, in my mind, in my fingers in my back, in both my eyes and my ears the game crawled in like some discreet whispers, it has been painted, it created fears
Broodwar! o the joy you manage to bring, All hail the king ! Broodwar! long live the king!
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1on1 sometimes one needs to spend time with himself, to give your powerful neurons a boost so take that sleeping chess board of your shelf because what could be better than a joust?
1 versus 1 is a gown quite fitting, to those of minds which can't stand company or those who strive for a perfect showing, for those there should be a game to study.
whether it is hearthstone, broodwar or chess, go, a fighter, warcraft or a shooter, every game you take you'll show some progress there is a game for every hard worker
A neat team blossoms like an orchestra, but one on one echo like a mantra.
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Snow I turned on the light and saw the white snow, light, pure, cold, dense snow at my balcony I see some on the tree, close to a crow O the odd contrast, I wish you could see!
snow is like youth, pure and ephemeral, cold by nature, her games can hurt too don't play smart talking of the eternal, that would ruin my prose, you cock a die doo!
as I watch it I become more involved, all of a sudden it's me on the branch I am the young one, next to the dark clothed if we unite ...beware the avalanche! together youth can take shapes and harden...
so much talking, now, the snow has fallen
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Neige FR je dormais confortablement dans ma chaumière vivant dans mes rêves de capes et rapières courant et sautant sur les toits avec maîtrise quand j'ai ouvert les yeux et O quelle surprise, de la NEIGE! blanche froide royale poudre
sur une branche, avec un merle au bec de foudre, je me suis pris a rêver ainsi qu'a penser, "la neige est comme la jeunesse" a résoné, dans mon esprit, qui -simplet, je le reconnaît-, fait parfois preuve de raisonement concret la neige est comme la jeunesse disais-je, qui en groupe peut faire face a des enjeux, qui seule ne peut rien, mais une fois groupée...
oh tant de bavardages...la neige est tombée
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broodwar Hi, let me recount a tale from afar, it's the story of a game called broodwar.
First Broodwar is not for the light hearted it isn't for kids, but rather for titans, it is likeable by simple-minded, by geniuses, believers and pagans
it's not just a game, it's a discipline, one that require practice beyond reason but to play broodwar is the greatest thing any real player could experience or an audience willing and paying enough attention to the high cadence
the game is like a battle really, between two reaching for infinity, a fight like a joust or some ancient rite, with borderline attention to details, each player crafting like they were some wright, hitting each key like a joiner hits nails, to shape the coffin of their opponent.
to do this they have many tools and skills: a p m, macro, micro and placement the cycle's like produce, fights then refills
but you have to play with some barriers, path finding, and hotkeys are barbaric, those are not archaic but some measures that you find in poetry or music for starcraft is another kind of art from the split to the gg in the chat
so join us, accept broodwar in your heart i c cup and fish is where it is at
here, some tricks for you to take on your road take out a key or two from your keyboard, to become fast spam until overload make some workers, scout with your overlord
starcraft broodwar is truly fantastic starcraft broodwar is truly majestic
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I did rewrite a song for an english presentation, here it is, the original is Lil Wayne - Dear Anne; [Hook] Out of sight, out of mind, out of time to decide Do we run? Should I hide for the rest of my life?
Dear meadow I am sorry you are now a widow Lately I have been feeling low even with my Lexapro I don't feel anything this is all just hollow I hope this is not too heavy and you can follow the message is important so please pay attention to my flow And I'm thinking of life, meadow, and wrong and right, meadow sometimes I got some flight , my prose flies like a crow... you know that in front of you I will always bow dear meadow to you my love I bestow of course I won’t lie, I liked when you blow and I even loved more to suck on your toe but we were not just two nympho meadow some of those words are dirty but you know it's all for the show meadow don't mind me just some words that I throw maybe I should have taken things a bit more slow? it's unfortunate that I was your beau meadow..., page one
[Hook] Out of sight, out of mind, out of time to decide Do we run? Should I hide for the rest of my life?
I figured this is brutal, I am sorry, my lil’ angel... but sometimes I believe you have to be the devil cause it’s bullshit how sexy you are from toes to nostrils I wanted you even if it meant to be in some kind of peril... see, lately I have been dealing with an inner battle and still I remember the first days even if my brain shrivel you were my secret muse and our love was musical you inspired me, you made me feel like Virgil so much inspiration so much work for my pencil now this is over and I feel caged like an animal even though I am still the same, clumsy, stupid and asocial but with you I felt like I could be a cardinal I am so sorry princess I am, even if this is mental too bad there is no remedy for my tormented soul you were my everything Meadow, our love is eternal... page two
[Hook] Out of sight, out of mind, out of time to decide Do we run? Should I hide for the rest of my life?
Dear admirer, that's how I started before being your lover in my eyes you sparked, you were always such a wonder, it made me a believer, it made me thankful to our creator he truly is a master and I believe he is a baker for your buns and cookie would trigger my hunger I am sorry this is dirty again, don't tell my sister or mother but when you touched me I felt a rush of fever I am sorry I wish we could stay together forever don’t beat yourself this all my fault, all my error I hope to not give you too much night terror here again I am ranting I have always been a babbler this is kinda tragic, I hoped I’d find an answer but more and more I feel like a prisoner I took so much pills, once again I made a blunder There is no coming back I am grabbing the razor... I hope at least you get that letter...
[Hook] Out of sight, out of mind, out of time to decide Do we run? Should I hide for the rest of my life?
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I have a poem. Your poetry has inspired me to write it down:
"Heaven reeks of cigarettes" Heaven reeks of cigarettes, and Earth is a coffin full of ash. The rivers run ripe with regrets and addict angels are ready to crash. God spits in the river and scratches his ass and takes a sip of liquor, worrying about the past. He forgets that he's nude and puts on a suit and waves to the crowd that fall to his boots; -Fonze
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Nature I am torn between fight and acceptance of the nature of my body and mind they are always mixing in my conscience and the truth seems impossible to find
from dusk till dawn I could still be looking without results as i am ignorant at the end I would still be wondering: is it better to talk or stay silent? should I fight or accept all the weirdness? should I stop carrying so many masks? maybe I ought to stop my selfishness, and finally complete my basics tasks.
Sometimes living feels like I'm an actor "All the world’s a stage..." is it the answer?
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I ain't no Poet, but I'm feelin a freestyle brewin up in my cypher, and Ima let it loose on my coprophag bitches up in Here I go, Uh! Recentleeeaahhyyyeeeaaah, doos git caught up in my ass-crack haaaaaaiir; Gotta trim that isht short to-a millimetah gotta get my ass to stop smellin like a cheetah's bum-hole I roll up a blunt and get a clue. I've been acting afool, tryin to get myself to stool; when all I needed do was get moe activiah; that isht will make yo isht rain like on rihanna's umbrella. I watchin some porn, gonna get my wank on now. So long *mic-drop gong follows up a bow*
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blade take the razor again, unscrew the blades I know the maneuver well o too well take it carefully, ready to evade the stinging pain reach my brain like a bell awaking the demon that was asleep allowing me to feel pain and rejoice I want but won't yell the cuts aren't so deep at least I stop hearing that silly voice
I have to be careful and hide the scars no problem I'm the master of disguise I got so many masks and avatars now to screw them back before the blood dries
this is my routine, my little secret one of amongst many that I regret
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I haven't done poetry in a while, shitty one (as always) but hey need to (re)start somewhere!
wind of change close your eyes and feel the wind on your face "wind of change? is it something beautified?..." the dove flies through it with natural grace do just like her, deploy your wings and glide
when the tempest come you have to be strong nothing to fear if your designs are pure this is but an old motto, an old song but it holds the truth, of that I am sure
jointly we can make a greater future we can stop this stupid endless madness, first we need to let go of our anger then free ourselves from the greed and sadness
communism is a dream, capitalism is outdated, we need a new anthem...
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feeling inadequate I don't feel like I belong to a crowd everyplace I go feel inadequate see in a sense it always gets too loud it's like I need to hide in the closet
I'm an outsider and always will be, this is not about sex or my gender but more about a mental state, you see ?
I believe it all come from my mother like genetics and environment wise course I can't blame it all on my mommy I did fuck up big times no need for lies and maybe it is cause of my daddy...
in the first place I have been dealt weird cards it is up to me to, cannot discards
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the monster you can run but there is no place to hide when yourself is your own worst enemy try to silence the voices like the tide but they are as persistent as the sea
silently they wait until you're alone then strike as pernicious as possible the medication can hold that cyclone but drop your guard and they'll crash your skull
I know only of one neat solution but everyone will all warn you against it... like they know this struggle o so common ? if they did they would also want to quit...
maybe try to tame the savage monster at least you will grow to be a fighter
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day dream first I graduate with my bachelor then I complete a master in english, find a job and meet somebody's daughter with whom I got to explore my fetish
I got motivation to restart sport hit the gym, basketball or start running I lose weight and fit again in my short I learn enough to give in to coaching
then I got a kid with my lovely wife a girl named Alice, Anne or Catherine she grow up to succeed and smile at life and one day I lay in my bed serene...
Loser? earth to Loser... read the text please it was a dream... my brain is such a tease...
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birds chanting Can you hear the far away birds chirping ? They chant about freedom and their own world Wonderful stories they keep on telling but could it be all vicious lies, my lord ?
I'm not sure about the veracity about all the wonders and such grandeur it seems too cray and wonderful, you see ? if those are lies it would be a bummer
But sometimes I listen to their discourse, they tell us that the truth they have been taught and how everyone got a car and a house they tell us how they will never be caught!
So I went to see and asked our great sage He said: "They are just like us... in a cage"
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sickle and hammer As the sun always does, we rise again united under one strong red banner our life for this idyll is a bargain we fight for a next communist chapter
one day our grand grand kids will understand that all that we did was only for them that for equality and love we stand that we shaped this world like a precious gem
unit brothers, unite sisters, let's go march together toward golden greatness follow the star, in this darkness we glow be a proud great communist, be fearless
together under the golden sickle with the hammer our damn foes we tackle
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death penalty everyday he waits in his guarded cell, what he did doesn't matter no longer his fate? decided by the personnel to all eyes he is the evildoer
everyday he counts the same tasteless meals, one day, one will finally bring him peace he does not know when, there is no reveals he won't know until the last bit, last piece
such is the way in some foreign prisons such is the famed capital punishment he had time to think of his decisions the debt isn't paid till the attainment
one day The guy will come, giving the blast the convicted final thoughts? 'free at last'
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never good enough after hours and hours spent thinking inside you cannot seem to grasp the difference... between self esteem and undeserved pride between foul arrogance and confidence
could it be impostor syndrome maybe? another lie ;you are not successful hence no achievement to have this curtsy or is the circle coming around full ?
and still you feel a weird sense of greatness it is there somewhere look a bit deeper! only you know this is just pure madness: you are average and that's too bitter
just quit comparing yourself to others and let go of your various angers
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