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Fans must stand in line, that is the generic law -- of imitation.
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Mar 14, 2022
Mar 14, 2022 at 4:29 AM UTC
[ Fans must stand in line ]
Why so many people imitate the same popular things that people did and the one reason I only get that they want to become as popular as them, and here I am writing that they don't know, or vice versa. Is that called creativity?
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Dec 19, 2021
Dec 19, 2021 at 12:56 PM UTC
A Creativity In Popularity
There was a person Sat at the garden Sat sad and alone Looking at the roses It was one of roses Moved towards him Saying and telling him What’s making the moon Looking upset and sad? All the world equals that!” He looked at her Saying “do you talk me” She said ,she said” There must be guy Sit beside me” He laughed and looked shame He said “ but I” She interrupted” you are the one You are the moon Of that beauty garden” He wanted to praise She said to him “why? Why are you sad? Why your matter is bad? Who makes you grieves? Who closes these roses? Who tries to spread sadness? He must be the ugly person He” I am a singer When I went to sing I lost feeling and meaning But I remember every word The attendance hate me They lisped by bad word The producers hated me They didn’t want to make me Again as they thought I am frustrate She said “sing!” “What ?“ the guy answered She repeated He stood Saying his song She said “bad, bad” You must have feeling You must know meaning And get it from your heart Do as I do” He began to sing She do some movements She was imitated She said “now go and sing” I will attend your party” He went there His turn came He appeared on the stage He remembered his failed He remembered his gained He remembered every undertaker Refused to call him as a singer He remembered how he argued The last one to introduce him It was the last chance He looked at the attendance He didn’t see her He felt with big fear He tried to do a verse He couldn’t open his mouth The attendance yelled and cursed Till he saw her entering She stood moving The movements as the verses He did the same movements The heat of the party increased The attendance did as he did The attendance wanted it more He repeated it more He became a famous star She brought every party She learnt him carefully He imitated her very neatly Till she disappeared suddenly He stood in the stage Waiting to her immersion But she didn't come finally He couldn't do sing He went to ask about her He know her home He knew she was gone "Dead ,dead that is bad Why does the death take every wealth? Why does the death take the best? And leaves who does not worth? To be in that life Why did you death take her? I love her , her ,her? I would marry her That was after the last party Then peace on her Sleep in tranquility" He went to sing again After the undertakers argued He stood on the stage again He remembered her shine He remembered her smile He remembered her hands How move them to argue him He remembered her moon How did it guide him! How did he bright his mind And converts his dark to light! He couldn't sing a word Till he saw her spirit Entered the hall She moved as the past She was imitated Till the song is finished He fell dead His heart was carrying The mounts of that world Of sad and bad think His river of life was stopped His air was not blew up His eyes was closed Only her face up At the sky moved up
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Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 7:56 AM UTC
the singer
There was a person Sat at the garden Sat sad and alone Looking at the roses It was one of roses Moved towards him Saying and telling him What’s making the moon Looking upset and sad? All the world equals that!” He looked at her Saying “do you talk me” She said ,she said” There must be guy Sit beside me” He laughed and looked shame He said “ but I” She interrupted” you are the one You are the moon Of that beauty garden” He wanted to praise She said to him “why? Why are you sad? Why your matter is bad? Who makes you grieves? Who closes these roses? Who tries to spread sadness? He must be the ugly person He” I am a singer When I went to sing I lost feeling and meaning But I remember every word The attendance hate me They lisped by bad word The producers hated me They didn’t want to make me Again as they thought I am frustrate She said “sing!” “What ?“ the guy answered She repeated He stood Saying his song She said “bad, bad” You must have feeling You must know meaning And get it from your heart Do as I do” He began to sing She do some movements She was imitated She said “now go and sing” I will attend your party” He went there His turn came He appeared on the stage He remembered his failed He remembered his gained He remembered every undertaker Refused to call him as a singer He remembered how he argued The last one to introduce him It was the last chance He looked at the attendance He didn’t see her He felt with big fear He tried to do a verse He couldn’t open his mouth The attendance yelled and cursed Till he saw her entering She stood moving The movements as the verses He did the same movements The heat of the party increased The attendance did as he did The attendance wanted it more He repeated it more He became a famous star She brought every party She learnt him carefully He imitated her very neatly Till she disappeared suddenly He stood in the stage Waiting to her immersion But she didn't come finally He couldn't do sing He went to ask about her He know her home He knew she was gone "Dead ,dead that is bad Why does the death take every wealth? Why does the death take the best? And leaves who does not worth? To be in that life Why did you death take her? I love her , her ,her? I would marry her That was after the last party Then peace on her Sleep in tranquility" He went to sing again After the undertakers argued He stood on the stage again He remembered her shine He remembered her smile He remembered her hands How move them to argue him He remembered her moon How did it guide him! How did he bright his mind And converts his dark to light! He couldn't sing a word Till he saw her spirit Entered the hall She moved as the past She was imitated Till the song is finished He fell dead His heart was carrying The mounts of that world Of sad and bad think His river of life was stopped His air was not blew up His eyes was closed Only her face up At the sky moved up
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To know Him is to love Him To love Him is to follow Him To follow Him is to imitate Him To imitate Him is to be Him for others In knowing Him we know and find ourselves In loving Him we see others the way He sees us In following Him we learn and grow in faith and holiness In imitating Him we are more truly free In being Him for others we bring another heart to know Him And the cycle starts again
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Oct 6, 2017
Oct 6, 2017 at 8:08 PM UTC
The Cycle
The strange child watches me copies every step when I move he also does and when I die he falls.
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Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 5:17 PM UTC
mirror me