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Isang mensahe na ipinapahatid ni "Ariii Potter" sa kanyang alaga na si "Hedwig" the Snowy Owl. Sa naghihimultong pagmamahal ko sayo. Mahal.. oo, mahal nga ang tawag ko sayo Nagbunga kasi ang pagkagusto ko sayo, Nagbunga ng isang pagmaMahal Yung feeling na "gusto kita" Naging "mahal na kita" real quick Inakala ko talaga sa diagon alley ka lang gumagala Eh bat ka na sorted dito sa puso ko Bakit nga ba.. Patawad sa mga katagang sinabi ko, ay mali. hindi ko lang pala sinabi. Ipinagsigawan ko pa. Ang corny no? Pero... Pagbigyan mo sana ako na ihatid ang mga salitang gustong ipabatid ng puso ko Idadaan ko lang muna sa isang tula. -- Umpisa. Sa kung paano mo ako nginitian At tinanong kung "potterhead kaba?" Hindi ko alam kung ginamitan mo ako ng "petrificus totalus" Dahil sa tuwing tinatawag mo akong ng"Ariii" na fre-freeze ang aking hypothalamus Na halos masabog-sabog na tong pagmamahal na ihahantulad ko sa isang bulkan Hindi ko man lang namalayan na umabot ito ng isang buwan Pati na ang nakatagong pag-ibig dito sa aking damdamin Ay sadyang naging malalim Na kahit gumamit man ako ng salitang "alohomora" Para mabuksan ang pintuan ng puso **** nakasara Kahit maging seeker man ako sa quidditch At ikaw ang magiging "snitch" Hindi parin kita maka-catch Sapagkat ang tayong dalawa ay imposibleng maging match O makipaglaban man ako sa Wizard's Chess Para makamtan ang iyong sorcerer's heart Ay hindi parin sapat Alam mo kung bakit? Dahil hindi ako karapat-dapat At ang karapat-dapat Ay ang ika'y pakawalan Dahil alam ko naman sa kahuli-hulihan Ako parin ang masasaktan Kaya salamat, Salamat sa pansamantalang kilig Sa tuwing ika'y nakatitig.
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Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 10:34 AM UTC
Potterhead
Isang mensahe na ipinapahatid ni "Ariii Potter" sa kanyang alaga na si "Hedwig" the Snowy Owl. Sa naghihimultong pagmamahal ko sayo. Mahal.. oo, mahal nga ang tawag ko sayo Nagbunga kasi ang pagkagusto ko sayo, Nagbunga ng isang pagmaMahal Yung feeling na "gusto kita" Naging "mahal na kita" real quick Inakala ko talaga sa diagon alley ka lang gumagala Eh bat ka na sorted dito sa puso ko Bakit nga ba.. Patawad sa mga katagang sinabi ko, ay mali. hindi ko lang pala sinabi. Ipinagsigawan ko pa. Ang corny no? Pero... Pagbigyan mo sana ako na ihatid ang mga salitang gustong ipabatid ng puso ko Idadaan ko lang muna sa isang tula. -- Umpisa. Sa kung paano mo ako nginitian At tinanong kung "potterhead kaba?" Hindi ko alam kung ginamitan mo ako ng "petrificus totalus" Dahil sa tuwing tinatawag mo akong ng"Ariii" na fre-freeze ang aking hypothalamus Na halos masabog-sabog na tong pagmamahal na ihahantulad ko sa isang bulkan Hindi ko man lang namalayan na umabot ito ng isang buwan Pati na ang nakatagong pag-ibig dito sa aking damdamin Ay sadyang naging malalim Na kahit gumamit man ako ng salitang "alohomora" Para mabuksan ang pintuan ng puso **** nakasara Kahit maging seeker man ako sa quidditch At ikaw ang magiging "snitch" Hindi parin kita maka-catch Sapagkat ang tayong dalawa ay imposibleng maging match O makipaglaban man ako sa Wizard's Chess Para makamtan ang iyong sorcerer's heart Ay hindi parin sapat Alam mo kung bakit? Dahil hindi ako karapat-dapat At ang karapat-dapat Ay ang ika'y pakawalan Dahil alam ko naman sa kahuli-hulihan Ako parin ang masasaktan Kaya salamat, Salamat sa pansamantalang kilig Sa tuwing ika'y nakatitig.
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the plantation that housed both my body mind soul had fallen on hard times.union soldiers had plundered the crops and taken every thing worth stealing.when word spread from plantation  to plantation that president abreham Lincoln had something called the emancipation prolimantion  that set us fre and we were no longer enslaved . able bodied and once docile slaves ran of in all directions  but I stayed behind with the old and spirit weary faithful who seemed dazed and listless.my mistres was the only white face among us.i still wore the faint imprint of the daily chains worn like bracelets .that spring day in the kitchen while preparing black coffee and biscuits the little left for mistress and me I felt eager white hands on my breasts,than the cloth shirt hiding my nakedness was ripped away as pink hard manhood invaded my insides.the intense pain rocked all senses and tears flooded out like a dam unloosed.my screams bounced off each enclosed wall.yet no one came to make it stop.as he rode the waves of his personal pleasure my shut  off mind could see visions of running through creek beds and swimming through rivers with a knapsack with two linen shirts two pairs of pants one jacket one pair of shoes one pair of socks parting gifts from my mistress tied atop my wooly head and most of al being able to sing with a loud free voice a song yet sung.
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Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 1:29 AM UTC
SONG YET SUNG BY VICTOR TRIPP
.   •sharpened to                              • prowling  this   a point•made                                 hallowed night   to sink easily                                  •to satiate my       into flesh •                                     hunger   pa-          power   to                                        ngs• know          maim and                                       my name           disjoint•                                        as i take            spilling                                         flight  •              blood,                                        cower                 warm                                      as i ba-                  and                                     re my                 fre-                                  fan-                  sh                               gs         •                            •
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Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 12:52 PM UTC
Fangs
.   •sharpened to                              • prowling  this   a point•made                                 hallowed night   to sink easily                                  •to satiate my       into flesh •                                     hunger   pa-          power   to                                        ngs• know          maim and                                       my name           disjoint•                                        as i take            spilling                                         flight  •              blood,                                        cower                 warm                                      as i ba-                  and                                     re my                 fre-                                  fan-                  sh                               gs         •                            •
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Aug. 14. 1653. Upon The Words Of Chush The Benjamite Against Him. Lord my God to thee I flie Save me and secure me under Thy protection while I crie Least as a Lion (and no wonder) He hast to tear my Soul asunder Tearing and no rescue nigh. Lord my God if I have thought Or done this, if wickedness Be in my hands, if I have wrought Ill to him that meant me peace, Or to him have render’d less, And fre’d my foe for naught; Let th’enemy pursue my soul And overtake it, let him tread My life down to the earth and roul In the dust my glory dead, In the dust and there out spread Lodge it with dishonour foul. Rise Jehovah in thine ire Rouze thy self amidst the rage Of my foes that urge like fire; And wake for me, their furi’ asswage; Judgment here thou didst ingage And command which I desire. So th’ assemblies of each Nation Will surround thee, seeking right, Thence to thy glorious habitation Return on high and in their sight. Jehovah judgeth most upright All people from the worlds foundation. Judge me Lord, be judge in this According to my righteousness And the innocence which is Upon me: cause at length to cease Of evil men the wickedness And their power that do amiss. But the just establish fast, Since thou art the just God that tries Hearts and reins. On God is cast My defence, and in him lies In him who both just and wise Saves th’ upright of Heart at last. God is a just Judge and severe, And God is every day offended; If th’ unjust will not forbear, His Sword he whets, his Bow hath bended Already, and for him intended The tools of death, that waits him near. (His arrows purposely made he For them that persecute.) Behold He travels big with vanitie, Trouble he hath conceav’d of old As in a womb, and from that mould Hath at length brought forth a Lie. He dig’d a pit, and delv’d it deep, And fell into the pit he made, His mischief that due course doth keep, Turns on his head, and his ill trade Of violence will undelay’d Fall on his crown with ruine steep. Then will I Jehovah’s praise According to his justice raise And sing the Name and Deitie Of Jehovah the most high.
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Psalm 07
Aug. 14. 1653. Upon The Words Of Chush The Benjamite Against Him. Lord my God to thee I flie Save me and secure me under Thy protection while I crie Least as a Lion (and no wonder) He hast to tear my Soul asunder Tearing and no rescue nigh. Lord my God if I have thought Or done this, if wickedness Be in my hands, if I have wrought Ill to him that meant me peace, Or to him have render’d less, And fre’d my foe for naught; Let th’enemy pursue my soul And overtake it, let him tread My life down to the earth and roul In the dust my glory dead, In the dust and there out spread Lodge it with dishonour foul. Rise Jehovah in thine ire Rouze thy self amidst the rage Of my foes that urge like fire; And wake for me, their furi’ asswage; Judgment here thou didst ingage And command which I desire. So th’ assemblies of each Nation Will surround thee, seeking right, Thence to thy glorious habitation Return on high and in their sight. Jehovah judgeth most upright All people from the worlds foundation. Judge me Lord, be judge in this According to my righteousness And the innocence which is Upon me: cause at length to cease Of evil men the wickedness And their power that do amiss. But the just establish fast, Since thou art the just God that tries Hearts and reins. On God is cast My defence, and in him lies In him who both just and wise Saves th’ upright of Heart at last. God is a just Judge and severe, And God is every day offended; If th’ unjust will not forbear, His Sword he whets, his Bow hath bended Already, and for him intended The tools of death, that waits him near. (His arrows purposely made he For them that persecute.) Behold He travels big with vanitie, Trouble he hath conceav’d of old As in a womb, and from that mould Hath at length brought forth a Lie. He dig’d a pit, and delv’d it deep, And fell into the pit he made, His mischief that due course doth keep, Turns on his head, and his ill trade Of violence will undelay’d Fall on his crown with ruine steep. Then will I Jehovah’s praise According to his justice raise And sing the Name and Deitie Of Jehovah the most high.
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We’re the salty dogs of mo-der-ni-ty, Robot starfish programmed so expertly (And we’d like to state most em-phat-ic-ly There’s no cannibalism in the Royal Navy.) As we sail the blue waters virtually, There’s a thigh for you and a femur for me (Just a wee little joke, as you can plainly see; There’s no cannibalism in the Royal Navy.) We sing along to Yanni and John Tesh Though we’d prefer to have them in the flesh (It’s their haunting tunes we find quite tasty; There’s no cannibalism in the Royal Navy.) We serve the nation and prove our worth, Map the sewers of Brixton, gnaw on Colin Firth (He treads the boards in-spi-ray-shun-ly; There’s no cannibalism in the Royal Navy.) When our duty’s done and the day is through We have a most proper naval bar-be-cue (Though we replace officers most fre-quent-ly There’s no cannibalism in the Royal Navy.)
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Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 7:39 PM UTC
There's No Cannibalism In The Royal Navy
Delightfully force thyself to a cheap coat Frayed winter shelter Sworn fre-nemy of millennial style Who kills itself in gale While the master keeps cozy within your skin Wonder if you’ll ever be so disloyal to dare ask for a bath Then, in irony, Loved and wanted by the living freezed And the envy of the proletarian blanket , shining in its absence-Your presence. Under the carless hands of the master Buttons drop and thread spills as solid blood Doomed to fulfill the unchosen goal Depletion will not be salvation Just a mute shriek living decomposition Hope thy ist warm.
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Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 10:39 PM UTC
Cheap Coat
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Mar 9, 2020
Mar 9, 2020 at 10:23 AM UTC
oct 16 2019
Escape a roundel by Geoffrey Chaucer loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Since I’m escaped from Love and yet still fat, I never plan to be in his prison lean; Since I am free, I count it not a bean. He may question me and counter this and that; I care not: I will answer just as I mean. Since I’m escaped from Love and yet still fat, I never plan to be in his prison lean. Love strikes me from his roster, short and flat, And he is struck from my books, just as clean, Forevermore; there is no other mean. Since I’m escaped from Love and yet still fat, I never plan to be in his prison lean; Since I am free, I count it not a bean. ********** Original text: Sin I fro love escaped am so fat, I never thenk to ben in his prison lene; Sin I am fre, I counte him not a bene. He may answere, and seye this or that; I do no fors, I speke right as I mene. Sin I fro love escaped am so fat, I never thenk to ben in his prison lene. Love hath my name y-strike out of his sclat, And he is strike out of my bokes clene For ever-mo; [ther] is non other mene. Sin I fro love escaped am so fat, I never thenk to ben in his prison lene; Sin I am fre, I counte him not a bene. Explicit.
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Feb 24, 2020
Feb 24, 2020 at 5:08 AM UTC
Geoffrey Chaucer "Escape" translation
The more I recall the things you ranted, the more angry I feel towards you, and all the less enchanted.
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Jul 16, 2017
Jul 16, 2017 at 2:34 AM UTC
Fre...nimies?
It                                                     is so                                                  difficult                                           being in places                                        after spending time                                   with true treasure, liquid                               silver. A buck’s worth market                             bottle to the 15. 50 cinema sp-                          ecial. Can’t wait to live rich without                            drowning.Cold water feels warm                              warm when your hand are fre-                                ezing,too bad I’m stuck here                                        until the end of the                                                   season.
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Mar 19, 2025
Mar 19, 2025 at 11:51 PM UTC
Soak
Love Me For What I Am Lyrics from Horizon We fell in love On the first night that we met Together we've been happy I have very few regrets The ordinary problems Have not been hard to face But lately little changes Have been slowly taking place You're always finding Something is wrong in what I do But you can't rearrange my life Because it pleases you You've got to love me for what I am For simply being me Don't love me for what you intend Or hope that I will be And if you're only using me To feed your fantasy You're really not in love So let me go, I must be free If what you want Isn't natural for me I won't pretend to keep you What I am, I have to be The picture of perfection Is only on your mind For all your expectations Love can never be designed We either take each other For everything we are Or leave the life we've made behind And make another start You've got to love me for what I am For simply being me Don't love me for what you intend Or hope that I will be And if you're only using me To feed your fantasy You're really not in love So let me go, I must be free And if you're only using me To feed your fantasy You're really not in love So let me go, I must be free You're really not in love So let me go, I must be fre
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Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 1:11 PM UTC
Love Me For What I am
Swimming mind ~Tangled~heart I kissed your < lips > a delicious Start The sweetest taste Found onyourskin Sip the wet ...Diving... in Your hand presses My/mouth/deeper Our breathing in time Your gasps ... in-fre-quent And all .the .wants . That led me here Are all that matter That's_all _that's_clear Now t h a t I've had you On.my.tongue. My lips sing to my heart a song... *this,....this. kiss. is. my fa/vor/ite... one*
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Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 9:20 PM UTC
'tis
FRE N ZRE Of joy great, you two are my bundle. You both, I love to kiss and cuddle. That's the place, where I don't like any hurdle. Love I do to become your pillow instead; When, on my tummy, you rest your head. Enjoy this shortage of space, I actually do, on the bed. Love, always in the heart, seeks a space. Around the heart, weaves it, a delicate lace. Then, inside the heart, it settles, with Ahura's grace. May our love forever live and thrive. May it also, through many other hearts, dance n jive. May it for ever and ever survive. Aedoon baad. Lovingly yours Ma Armin Dutia Motashaw
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Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 3:03 AM UTC
Fre n Zre