PoetsandWriters

“So when you do that camouflage thing?” lololo asked elline Elline stared down at the blue ball beside here for a long moment and then slowly retracted her marshmallow from the fire. Without saying another word, she just popped the treat into her mouth, glancing uncomfortably at lololo “You know, i never knew your chateau around here,” tiff said as she pressed her marshmallow between two graham crackers Susie casually sliding a piece of chocolate into tiff’s little sandwich. “Well, who do you think made the path to the house “That Was You Guys?” spinni asked Susie gasped “wait how do you know?” “Did you make this whole house too? Ribbon inquired, glazing around “Oh, yeah, technology is my specialty” well, that and throwing parties. “It’s incredible,” tiff compliment, although it’s a little…in the disarray “Oh” susie hung her head. Well, things haven’t been the same since that mean old rat, daroach took over. He sent the squeakers to take the place apart. We managed to fight

THE EPILOGUE It was a sunny day and was spent by The Dreams at The Lantern Coast. Wenus and Miley had just finished building a sand castle, while Savim and the rest were swimming in the sea. „Mom, I have a question – how did you know you wanted to be a singer and a doctor?” the young girl asked. „Haven't I told the story already?” Wenus looked surprised. „Yes, you have, but still... Many people pick their jobs and leave them after just a short time... Or have endless amount of hobbies... I know we've already recorded one podcast about it, but I can't stop thinking today...” „Well... You feel something like a call to do something. Sometimes it happens after a longer amount of time.” the woman answered. „So why do some parents react as if their child was 'bout to waste his or her life?” „'Cause many of them want the best for their child or they've heard some fake rumors or they've been brought up not to see the other perspectives, which is sad. That's why you shall stay open and

A long time ago, in a land called Don, there was a young Androphagi boy, named Enaree. Now, the Androphagi were a Scythian tribe, known for their unusual eating habits. They could even eat a few zombies if they wanted to, or even a small whale. They would make sure their teeth are nice and sharp so it would be easier to eat through layers that are harder to chomp through, such as unpeeled bananas. Anyway, Enaree was the son of their chief, named Kissar, and he just didn't know when to stop eating. It felt as though he was always hungry. One day, Chief Kissar fed Enaree some lunch. He ate a steak, but he was still hungry. He ate a fish, but he was still hungry. He ate a whole cantaloupe, but he was still hungry. He even ate a dead hand, but he was still hungry after all of that. Unfortunately today, they ran out of food. “I’m sorry, but you ate the last of our food. There’s none left in the storage.” Kissar told him. “What?!” Enaree said. “Now, usually I would go get more food from our

Chapter V The Source of Life „Honey? Honey wake up!” Mike could hear his girlfriend’s words. The man woke up from the ground and looked around. „Where are we?” he wondered. „It looks like a cavern. Ops, I feel like a part of my clothes gone missing…” the girl noticed. „Are you okay?” „Yes, I’m fine.” „Wait, I’m gonna turn on the flashlight” then the man grabbed one from his backpack and used. It definitely wasn’t the dreamy engagement. A dream or a nightmare instead. „Did we fall down?” „I don’t think we would have survived it.” „What has happened then?” „Wait, I can remember… The mist… Oh, no! Are we in The Hakuzar World or some other dimension?” „Please, don’t say that! If so – we have to look for a portal!” „Let’s go straight and look around.” The cavern contained some ancient paintings on the walls. Some of them showed dragons and some old civilizations. „Looks like a good piece of a history!” Holly noticed. „Uh, it’s so cold in here!”

Simple words join in droves of varied meaning Vision finds perspective in a flat image Accepting that sometimes life is simply a puzzle Realising that many puzzles lay before me All at once my limbic reacts to the dopamine surge The audio pattern dissolves My mind's eye revolves A puzzle gets solved too daunting to ignore Adrenaline spurs more of dopamine's lore Imagery patterns break and are remade Can this balance, as so much so stay or flow Time asserts it boundless visage Thirty seconds have passed in the mind's image Lowered resolution make the surge fade To my friend in my mind a friend has been made.

It’s Not Ideal Yussra MT Ebrahim 4/10/2024 Politics is a series of utilitarian concessions, and as soon as we allow ourselves to think politically, we’ve already fallen into the trap where anything can be justified. We could shake hands with powerful oppressors and find a way to say we’re doing it for the oppressed. Politics attracts would-be activists for justice and distracts them from taking down the system by promising change from within the system… but the only thing the system changes is the activists themselves. Before approaching any political effort, we have to start by asking: what are we willing to compromise on, and will our souls get compromised in the process? Tonight, the more privileged of my fellow activists for Palestine congratulated themselves for collaborating with a Zionist to get a ceasefire resolution passed, a resolution with racist and fascist wording. As they bent down to get on my level, they said to me, “It’s not ideal, but if you kiss the boots on your

Am I awake or dreaming? Sublime or just seeming? To be such things? We hold on to now. Seeing what is truth or real. We hold on how, To what was before now. Just we still, Take the thrill, To fill, To spill, Over into you, or them, or to us. We take over our mind, truly thus. There is no belief or trust. Know this we must; What is further than forever? And ever, the river, the sliver, we shiver. In the emptiness. Before now only then not how, We know not how. Our fields we plow, to throw, or trowel. The mortar of time, On the truth we hide behind. Are we awake in our mind?

Reflexive Responsive The self mind The one we Don't need to wind Up Insight Inner mind Subconscious Sensing Neural transmission The mind Restoration Of concept Accept Accredit Announce Succeeding Idea reading Sheer force Of will Remember Realizing Share Make note No longer Remote Emote Intuit Reality Conduit Free to create Coerce Self Universe The Mind Revealing Itself to itself Know how Improve Barrier Remove Ideal Understand This real Hidden land From this We will know When Asked to show Compassion Will know New Old Free Reward To the reckoning We move toward Perfection Is eternal As inner Or external Empathy Control Yet still Not whole It is created In the Soul

Forty days, Forty nights, Eighty afternoons. Four times it flops. Four times it bombs, Four times...

Why do we want what we can't have? That which is ever so close, yet so far away. Is it fair for me to ask of you what you morally can't? Only because I want you to stay? In this better, alternating reality, my dreams you're with me, from dusk to dawn, day after day. But when I wake up you're gone, the usual cliché. Instantly filled with regret, wishing I could just fall asleep again, in "our" bed. Dreaming, hoping, I guess it's just my way of coping. But you know, maybe if I tried hard enough, I could just let it all go and forget. And if that doesn't work, well, I'll just have to learn to live with this regret. Regret for this one and only missed chance at our Romeo and Juliet-like romance.