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How to be a pagan, you ask? Do you even know what it means? I hope you do. Hunt through the forest, look for antlers but don't kill an innocent deer. Bring the antlers back to me. Follow my steps, you'll have your horns soon. Here in our prayers we recite no enns nor scripted passages that hold no meaning. But rather we sing of our desires to be at one with the Goddess. How to be a pagan, you ask? Do you even know what it means? I hope you know.

Electronic gadgets, Gluing our faces to screens, Losing track of time and what it means to be free to chitter-chatter to others. Prostitution and books went hand in hand, back then the worst of humanity was written down on paper, sticking our minds to fictional worlds that can never exist. Papyrus scrolls and stone tablets, ink made from scarabs and markings scratched meticulously into stone. Hieroglyphs with painfully intricate details of ledgers, who died when and the pharaoh's laws that were the rule of the Great Land; Crude drawings of animals and stick figures holding stick swords and flat shields, capitalizing on greatness that was never there.

There was once a doll Like all the dolls I had Red eyes that stared dead ahead Two hands Two legs Clawing at my face Devilishly-wide grin, toothless Yet with a tongue as long as Lilith's hair, she choked me, and dragged me to eternal darkness, only to thrive in flames.

There must be about a million hashtagsSome for dogs and catsSome for fashion and beautySome for games and films Then there are those used for idols And celebritiesSome for occasions like birthdays A couple hundred reserved for the common people The smartest people say that man wasn't made to live apartThat we were made to rely on each otherBut look at the vastness of hashtags to choose from So many hashtagsSo many choicesSo many ways to differentiate ourselves S o m a n y w a y s t o d i s t a n c e o u r s e l v e s

Why are we here, All I feel is fear, War spites when stakes are high, People spy and sent to die, Why can't people just be happy, instead of making the world sappy, While animals are running and getting poached, we sit in our couches and hunters being coached People spark wars and guns start to blaze, people die when heads are lifted but we instead fashion things to glaze. When people die when weapons are hurled, I feel sad and hate this world. (Inspired by WW2)

(i) Love It's all over the place Out of the mouths of teachers "Love yourself first", they say Stated in the Bible more than once. "Love self, others, nature" An apt summary of all the long passages in the Bible. (ii) Hate Hate is all around too In the lowered eyelids that secretly glance of you, judges you In the secret giggles behind raised hands Criticizing and mocking, teases whispered into each other's ears

Hail, All art welcome here Come, feast with me. I prithee, Feast and drink, All is free. Hullo there, All are welcome (just not the filth) Come, drink and dine with me. See here, Food, beverages, All is on me. Hey, Only the invited can come Give me a moment, let me fetch my phone. Just go to the kitchen, Snacks, drinks (maybe a bit of "Ice") All are on the countertop. Wassup, Are you the only one at the door? Good, come in. Follow me to the basement, Got my meth, my Ice, Got everything you need.

One day a mermaid Said to me That nobody knows If my descendants Remember me.... The time so fast goes... What do we know? At first, lets see: In two century or three ago People also lived They also dreamt And wished about something And thought, it will never die The memory will never die And their life And their fate Will never oblivion Despite, that there are such a million... But time don't stop But time is runner In two steps from Of the race end. And we don't know And our memory bummer And we from history depend. So, will anyone remember us? Our feelings, sadness, fairytales? The time don't stop The time goes And don't obey it Only wise whales Know the history! Know your ancestors! To mourn them with bitter tears... Not eternal we- How all dissolve into infinity So try to put the names of the past On the large pearls. (for don't forget)

Don't cry, it's ok I'll be with you forever So long as you're happy, so I will be satiated the love we shall make, words we shall whisper into night and declare our love to the stars

THE RAIN : Pearls from heaven are falling ,joy and happiness is scattering.Children rushes outside home,jumping and dancing in muddy foam. Tiny transparent spherical drops, strikes ground. Emitting an incessant peaceful, Taping sound. Mizzle showers earth's greenery,Drizzling rain creates a beautiful scenery. Barren land seems dying,lying in deep pain and crying. Oinment of raindrop heals it for a while,again making it verdant and smile.

Keep smiling friend, keep smiling. Your sweet face looks sweeter Your bright face looks brighter. Rippling grass sees your smile and praise. A steady cold gust of air Kisses your face. Sorrow and hoplessness fears to touch your face, Smile is your saviour protecting you from all your menace. A group of butterflies surrounds your head. Making a circular winsome crown for her princess. Fairy from heaven glance at your charming face. Your sparkling smile makes everyone grace. Keep smiling friend , keep smiling.

A milky mermaid swimming,her glamorous body looks dazzling.Slicing the bluish water ,with her snowy body .Sunlight is glimmering,through blue track (blue water).Drawing an enchant sparkling ,painting at her back.Her floating puffy hair covers her bonny head,Her pretty and sturdy blackish eyes,Ready to absorb whole oceanmaking it dead. Sorry friends poem is too short.☺️

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The first poem was written by me. It was written quickly (about 15 min cuz it's free verse), so I might make changes to it later. What is depression? Depression That clings onto your heart,Dragging you downWithout mercy. Sadness Without Tears,DeathWithout fear. Dark thoughtsLinger in your head,ImaginationTo extremes. Is life Solely an illusion?Perhaps Only a game? OthersGrasps onto hope,But hopeHas vanished from you. The second poem and third poem aren't written by me, but they are some of my favorites. They're written by the same person. Tell me if any of you recognize them. The Lady who Knows Everything An old tale tells of a lady who wanders Earth.The Lady who Knows Everything.A beautiful lady who has found every answer,All meaning,All purpose,And all that was ever sought. And here I am, a feather Lost adrift the sky, victim of the currents of the wind. Day after day, I search.I search with little hope, knowing legends don't exist.But when all else has failed me,When all others have turned away,The legend is all that remains – the last dim star glimmering in the twilit sky. Until one day, the wind ceases to blow.I fall.And I fall and fall, and fall even more.Gentle as a feather.A dry quill, expressionless. But a hand catches me, between the thumb and forefinger.The hand of a beautiful lady.I look at her eyes and find no end to her gaze. The Lady who Knows Everything knows what I am thinking.Before I can speak, she responds in a hollow voice."I have found every answer, all of which amount to nothing.There is no meaning.There is no purpose.And we seek only the impossible.I am not your legend.Your legend does not exist." And with a breath, she blows me back afloat, and I pick up a gust of wind. Happy End Pen in hand, I find my strength.The courage endowed upon me by my one and only love.Together, let us dismantle this crumbling worldAnd write a novel of our own fantasies. With a flick of her pen, the lost finds her way.In a world of infinite choices, behold this special day. After all,Not all good times must come to an end.

I'm just bored, like really bored so I'm doing wallpaper of the week... Yesterday's wallpaper was the band Heilung: From next week on, wallpapers could be suggested. For a suggested wallpaper to be picked, it must be posted in jpg form and must not be a mostly white colour For every wallpaper that you suggest (and if it gets selected), you earn 0.2 Aд

A small table Big enough for 2 bowls, 2 plates A boundary between, 1 bowl, 1 side. The plates side by side, No space on either end. Sit we down opposite the bowls, Stare we down the plates. Clink, clank, Forks and spoons clash, 'Gainst the plates and bowls. ©LEGOCR8tions Owned by Koroleva Studios

Songs Are what make us tick Are what make our insides tingle Are what depresses us   There are songs that go boom-boom-boom There are songs that go chika-chaka-chika There are songs that go buzzzzzzzz...   Then you have songs that make you angry Songs that make you sad and depressed and emotional Songs that make you hug your friends in joy   I want a song That gives me joy when I'm in a sea of tears But brings me sadness to remind me that the world isn't always happy-go-lucky   Give me a song To sing My heart out   ©LEGOCR8tions Owned by Koroleva Studios

    Sometimes, I wonder How one physically close, can be mentally far apart? How can our own families shun us, detest us?   Sometimes, I wonder How one who is miles and miles away, can be so close to us in our hearts? How can (as shocking as it comes) total strangers, whom we shouldn't trust easily, be closer than kin?   The world is queer at times Where a person we don't know, never met face to face... Well, that person becomes our lifelong love; A person whom we have lived with for ten years and counting, can incite our hate at a word said wrong...   Such are the intricacies of life But one that we must accept The world isn't flat, It's round. Trees aren't blue, They're green and brown and full of color. And we have to accept all that, Will us, nill us...   But aren't destinies meant to be changed? We weren't meant to be confined to what Destiny tells us to do Tethering us to our individual fates, By something invisible, something preset, As kites are tethered To our hands by thin strings that can't even be seen.   But then, Are strings not thin, Easy to break, Gives away at a slightly over-eager tug? What if we were as equally over-eager as kites are, Would we then break free of Cruel Destiny?

  PRIORITY   just what is priority? does it mean to give up everything for one thing? so, everyone gave up on me? for what? their own ambitions?   Reminds me of those long-winded counselling sessions that I used to have Where my counselor babbled on and on About treasuring oneself What a whole load of crap, I think now   No one seems to care about me So y shld i crae I mean, care Right?   Speaking of which, Since I'm no one's priority, No one cares about me, For me, Why should I care then? Why should I even love myself? Why bother?   Near me is a ditch, a deep ditch To my east, a mile or two is the sea. Which one, Do you think, Will kill me first? Darkness and solid-hard rock and mud, Or darkness and a watery grave?

    This feels wrong Like I shouldn't belong Like I shouldn't be here Why I am here?   Everything looks distant and foreign I don't recognize anything What is this place, Ever so otherwordly?   I don't remember seeing blue roads Neither do I remember seeing green seas Or black skies... Were they there before?   It's too hot here It's too cold there Nowhere seems perfect Was it meant to end like this?   Or has the world ended? And I just didn't know about it? Dust swirls all around, And I can't see.