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My heart throbs Feel a twitch within me Then another, and then some Oh, how my heart aches Heartstrings at, pulled on, and tugged at again Can anything ever erase this wiggle in my heart? What's there to lose? Everything in the world will be gone soon, But if so, I must satisfy myself I lick my lips, lean closer Fire in my eyes Sucking air through my teeth Tongue caressing yours How I yearn for your body Then you pull back Then you look away And I wonder What went wrong? Was I, Too eager? Too close? But I wanted you, needed you, badly so Won't you give in?

On this day, I'd like to wish all members a Happy Friendship Day😁 Friends, as you all know, are very important in our lives. They shape not only our characters and embed themselves in our souls, but give us experiences and memories that are unique between you and your friend(s) alone. These experiences and memories are like keys to your friendship(s), only that these keys can never be replicated. Friends may seem like just people, but they are so much more. Without friends, our lives crumble. Our worlds shatter. Our lives have no meaning. Why? Because man was made to be social creatures or tribal creatures, if you will. We thrive on social interactions so that we do not just let life flow past us with no purpose whatsoever, and no one can accomplish having social interactions without a friend. Quarrels happen. Misunderstandings occur. But then, life isn't short and sweet--it was never meant to be. Life is topsy-turvy and has always been that way. Because if life was easy, what's the point of "living your life to the fullest"? Friendships are exactly the same as a life journey. They are uncertain, full of unseen bumps and deep portholes, but to get the most out of it, you need to push forward. Maintain friendships, and improve the road on which it was built. Let me end off with a poem: (I do love ending with poems, I'm so sorry ) Friends. F. R. I. E. N. D. S. What does that word mean to you? Or to me? A bond of love? A way to seek help and solace? A method of comfort? A headrest for when you're down? This word, it means all that, but so much more. Friends build your life up, makes it fruitful, memorable. Gives you something to live for, laugh about, and love to the ends of the world. You could say they warm the cockles of our worn-out hearts. You could say they heal our bruised and battered hearts. You could say they are like sleep, nourisher of life, balm of hurt minds, hurt Morale's bath. Gilded ever so, yet 'gilted' lies on th' other side of the coin. It's the risk, nothing can be gained if nothing is lost. But it's worth it, make the first move.

Books are my refuge I can hide in their world Absorb myself into the intricate fantasies of brave knights in shining armor Of broken-hearted couples crying out bitter sorrow Of kickass women kicking butts here and there and everywhere I can hide behind the pages When I need protection from the things that hurt me the most Like fierce parents trying to rip my heart to shreds Or a scary insect that decided to wander in and scare me to pieces I can absorb myself in the words (NOT THE WORLDS) When something bad comes along I can make it good; just need to diffuse among the pages Got any problem? Easy, just flip through the words

What is power? Just a means of social standing Or does it mean something more? So sought after Since the earliest of days Nothing has changed through the waves of time From the claiming of thrones, birthrights, lands To the claiming of animals, women, things This exists everywhere, from the caves to the palaces Even now, Nothing has changed Only now it's countries vying to get a bigger share of the world Power is like a vampire Biting on human souls and sucking conscience out of them Such that no one gives a shit about what they do to get power Like a vampire, having power haunts dreams turns golden castles into gloomy dungeons and lurches mankind into despair, war, turmoil (Alt version: Second last stanza: Power is like a vampire Biting on human souls and sucking conscience out of them Such that no one gives a whit about what they do to get power)

CHEETAH   Watchful Waiting Eager to pounce     HAWK   Swoops low Hungry Needy for prey     SHARK   Swims slowly Stalking Ever waiting

Life is a one big WHY. One word and many questions. Why we exist? Why we must die? If we're different then others, we're weird. Cool person say unwitty joke, everybody laughs. Outsider is quiet, someone laughs, someone abuses. Actors, singers, dancers are for us stars, the heroes, who can do everything. But true heroes are people from Africa, people without the house, people without the money. Sometimes we must think on the second side, wherever the people haven't fake smiles, Snapchat filters on faces, so much make-ups, which hide our beautiful, natural faces. Social medias make people happy, posting silly videos and photos is funnier then time with family, the declaration of love is better over the messages then from eyes to eyes. Trees, water, sun, food. When we were the kids, we adore these things. Now, we perceive everything like a sure thing. Body is more important then behaviour. Fat people with a golden heart are discriminate, slim people with dark thoughts are admire. Girls want to be cute, boys want to be sexy, misunderstood people want to know sense of life. Why we cry for death of someone? We will die, too. Why we must have a love, children? Love is just a feeling, love is stressful, love is a killer. I know the sense of life. It's nothing. Hello everyone, I hope you like my poem I will be happy if you will post some good or critism comment.

The flashes, The blinding lights And all with hairsprayed hair Layers upon layers of makeup that slowly chip away at vitality, youth. Hairspray apparently harms your hair Makeup seems to damage your skin So what does fame do to you? Damages your health Ruins your day Crushes your conscience (Some people will do anything for fame) Disaster upon disaster That is fame A tragedy waiting to happen That is fame Can't stop you if you want it Can't stop you if you get it But my gosh, if you do, Don't ask for more Thou art warned.

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Inside a white egg,of a gray bird, Lies a little bird waiting to hatch Thinking how the world might be, It spends weeks inside, growing, developing. With the same routine, With the same mind , it moves And realises it has grown and can no longer fit in the small space, It starts hatching out and after half a day or so it has come out! Out it comes, with no hair and closed eyes It's parents are delighted to see their first hatchling in the dozen of eggs Starts rasping with a little,sweet voice, And starts the beginning of its small life in the big world Hungry for food every ten minutes or so ,their parents scoop out and bring food for the hatchling It watches it's siblings rise from their eggs and the work continues till half a week Soon it develops it's black feathers and opens its eyes, It sees the blue sky at first,and looks at the ground. Seeing the trees and the sky ,it soon gets it desire to fly, But it knows it's not ready, It's just a matter of time. After two weeks of boredom in the nest,it feels a power in its body, And it's instincts say that it is ready to fly, With a small leap out of the nest,it goes airborne, A gust of wind carries it to 'god knows where'. ____________________________________________________________________________

This isn't much, but hope it brightens your day somehow 😅

I'm going to be posting the emoji I find myself using a lot in a day... Today's EotD is 😌👌 What's yours?

Greetings all Those in The Great Minds (I'm NOT ADVERTISING THEM BUT) would be aware that they have a payment system in Panda dollars or $p. I wish to adopt such a system that allows members to earn rewards for their service. The currency is named after one of the places in my futuristic-themed manuscript: Igor Orlov: EMOTIOИLESS -- Aesfomlaer, thus the name of the currency will be Aesfomlaerean dollars or Aд. How do members earn Aд? - By being active: members get 0.1 Aд per day - Participating in matches (daily and Vote Chess): members who are not formally recognized in divisions will earn $2Aд per match starting from the next daily match Terms will be updated soon

Just wanted to let y'all know that I am reorganizing the club. Admins who have not been active will be demoted to coordinator status, so as to make the levels of organisation clear (and to make way for the Divisions) I'm sorry if your post has been affected in any way whatsoever. Feel free to contact me if you have any queries. Yours, RPD

Me eager to know, What if I grew into an ant? Colonising myself in a dark Maze beneath ground. Uncountable kin scattered everywhere, Roaming all around. My journey start with, Hex mesosoma(legs). Ready to climb surface!! My twin robust mandibles in front, Ready to torn apart enemies!! Crawling on zig-zag track, I stop a bit, twirls the head in either direction. Then after stroke my bristle and comb through antennae, cleaning it up !!! Again ready to roam till the length of day.

Sitting in a room all alone No one around , just me and my clone Soul is mine clone just jumping,shouting, Roaring say's see who is sitting so alone!!! Me sitting on chair so static,motionless,frozen!! Sailing in ocean of thoughts with half mouth open!!! Her glittering eyes has just trapped me, Her nose pulls me and forces me to feel her breath, Her brown hair covers a quarter of her beige face, Her lips shines like diamond!! So close we are from each other as if we are emerged in each other!!!! My heart shivers! My eyes blinks a lot faster! My lips flitters all along! Body say's hey just go and taste you soup , But brain say's noope.. She smiled, put her eyes down!! Inviting me to come more closer. I was ready to take her diamond in my lunch!!! SMASH!! door opened . My clone sitting besides me vanishes! All dreams got faded away! Complete disappointment covered my whole body!!! A shadow was behind me. I roared "Nooo... I was so close" My sister ruined all my dreams 😭!!!!

    I was born with wings, Nice, silky black wings. When I was sad,  I used my wings to take me away from sadness.   *So did I Never did I regret the days when I flew Мой любимый*   When I was happy, I used my wings to soar in the skies and laugh with the birds, Where I let the stress out of my body. You took me on a trip through the highlands in your carriage, Talking to me in your Highland brogue. Never did I suspect... Yet I should have known, All was just a facade.   *I was wrong I should have told you beforehand But it's now all too late for regrets*   I know in this world, We can't have free thoughts, But I deserve to be free, So let me be as I wish, I must be free.   *But I realized...if I don't have you I can't be free-- I know I sound selfish here, but...*   But you cut off my wings, Each slice of your dagger slicing through my wings and soul. Now I can't fly anymore. You have tethered me to the ground, I have no more haven in the sky.   *I understand you I feel your pain I want only to apologise...прости меня*   I can't trust you anymore, You have stabbed my wings, soul and heart--all at once. I think: I shall hate you for all eternity for what you have done to me.   *Please, Accept my apology. It's little, but it's all I can do, please*   And I scream out my pain, Both physical and emotional. You wind a bandage around my torso, Still it hurts; it hurts--oh, so bad. I scream and cry all at once, in anger of your betrayal and my agony.   *If you'll let me to take your pain, I'll be glad  But again and again you refuse Allow me to bear your pain, that I may repent*   But you take your shirt off, You sit with your back facing me.  I thought you were angry or ashamed, Yet now I realize...something. Who cut off YOUR wings? All at once, I understand.   *Still you don't let me feel your pain Still you don't let me understand your feelings*   I am your haven And I am yours But what if we are torn apart? Wouldn't it then be a mistake, To tear off what gives us the freedom we desire?

Plus and minuses and times and divides Squares and cubes and roots and cube roots A mess of numbers, my head goes all diddly-daddley I stare at the window through to the house opposite My heat-laden brain sees the roots and cube roots as that house One moment with a sloped roof, the next with a straight roof and a tail, Occasionally with a number 3 I stare at the blue curtains in the house opposite And stare back at that boring canvas of a foolscap; see the blue ink And think to myself: if the house is roots and cube roots, Then the parantheses in the roots and cube roots must be the curtains, blue as sky

The fire burns high and fast Bring a fan Fan the flames Make the flames go higher, higher, higher Fan the flames of hate The fire burns strong and fast Bring the people Tell them tales, fan the flames Make the flames grow stronger, stronger, stronger Build on the flames of hate Let the fire burn and grow Let the fire grow stronger Fan the flames Fan the flames Fan the flames; for all you've worth Whoever knows the cause? It was merely hate Pure, black, evil hate Burning like a big fire Fan the flames No one can control the fire The time is long past The fire burns, out of control But, make the flames stronger Fan the flames A good wind blows The fire, the hate All is blown away Set it all up again Bring on the hate! Let the fire grow stronger Fan the flames!

I glance at мой сестра,looking in the mirror.She looks like an angel, a saint.(You could even call her a Jedi)She behaves like a Jedi too,charitable and ever-ready to help others.Even took to calling herself Padawan (seriously?) Then I glance in the mirror at myself,And I see myself in a black overcoat,black boots covering my feet and gloves my hands,yellow red-rimmed irises. To those who know me,surely you know of my sadistic nature,my bloodlust and passion for crueltyas men have passion for sex and all things queer.(Naturally I see myself as a Sith; tell me if I'm wrong😈)Feel free to call me Darth Agluria(Hullo! I'm the sis of this mad maniac; just ignore her pish-posh🥳)

I hold my phone, In my hands. Its apps like stars twinkling, I stare at them, bewitched. My mother's shadow looms overhead, Like a thundery thunderhead. I click my phone off---- Click.