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My body is shivering as the sunset went down

the head feels hurting and dizziness is a crown

hold my throat as it is in terrible sore

seems like voices are fading and ears has a gore

My back is in extreme pain

the energy is like a battery that will drain

touch one's neck and feel the scorching fever

the unchanging situation though someone took a reliever

let it froze, give the blanket and allow to pretend unhurt

holding the cuddly pillow and feel the comfort

thinking about how those lovely hands caress th

This is on the motivation of Onee's Poem Challenge.

Oh Wonee! O’Wonee!!

You challenged me to take you

to the world of my dulcinea!!!

Ok let’s go, get ready, sit tight,

The shuttle of my thoughts is ready for flight.

I am out and floating,

See there are flowers,

No, these are the smiles of my dulcinea.

What, they are the stars? OK!

But see they are sprinkling out of the

Colorful silky dress of my dulcinea.

I will not go back to the reality

where there is all pain,

where all happiness is slain

I am disconn

The whole of his life was ruined in romance

In attainment of sex he roamed over German Spain and France

When nothing was gained he lost his sense

Yet in the matter of love, he is known scholar of eminence

Dear AG! Thanks for this opportunity! It is just in time!

My friends! You all know that humor is so very different in different countries and you should sometimes know some history to catch up the idea. So, I will start with and old British anecdote.

Once upon a time the King of England was traveling over his country and stopped at one tavern to have a snack. He was not really hungry and ordered only two eggs. But when a waiter brought him the bill - two pounds - the king exclamed:" Two pounds for

Without You, I am Nothing

A slight of Light,
It opens my eyes from my blind
Clicked, I voiced at my first moment
I am free from a gently warm womb!,
As I know as the best replacement..

A gently touch,
She makes me sure without doubt..
Mama..You are my angel
You teach me the meaning of struggle

A Man..
He guides me without anxious
He brushes all my lack without nervous
He is my father, he achieves all my glorious
He supports me courageous

They both,
Without them, I am nothing
Without them, I can't do

Well, this is my personal view, based on some experiences that we should know what we should say or ask to others! Yes, I am taking about some expressions. Recently I faced a problem asking someone ' where he /she was and why did not he/ she come. Then response was a bit bitter! I got stunned! Thinking why on earth I went to ask this question? But this was not the first time instead there were a few times when I asked something in a very simple way but answers were not that simple!
So, friends,

The love for meat made pedestrian (runner)

Doctor's suggestion made me vegetarian

I hate vegetables and too much running

So, I am Pescatarian I am Pescatarian lol

HONE YOUR POETIC SKILL! :)

[NEW EDITED] Everybody has a feeling. If you pour it into poetry, it may become some wonderful thoughts for others. Whether you’re experienced or not, whether you’re skilled in poetry or not, please ignore and let’s try to make a poem. So, here is the challenge :)

1. Choose ONLY ONE of the ‘words’ from the Guess My Word’s game written below. You can repeat the word or improve with the some parts of speech of the word in your poem.
2. Make at least 4 lines of poem includes the w

It is like a trap we all are slowly falling into. It is like a drug more and more of us are being day by day attracted to. It is like a blackhole that imprisones us inside without our awareness. In fact consuming, virtual life style in this modern era is killing us, taking our identities and makes us slaves of the system. One day people will forget, how it feels to spend hours outside, how amazing it is to stand on the top of the hill or to sleep under the sky, how it feels to enjoy this awesome

This is the first time I try  to make a poem.  I hope I am not too far away.

The bells are ringing 

calling closed doors  to  open

 the child does not want milk

tears  won't dry 

The bells are ringing 

Many of them are afraid  

Nights are long

The  cry of that child is so loud

They want survival, who cares?

The bells are ringing 

hungry birds fly helplessly 

in the cloudy sky

The space is not enough

Weak wings stop to flutter

The bells are ringing

Tears are still dropping

But their shouts still linger

In that cl

=Common Sense=

A student submitted his paper to his Teacher…

Teacher: Why it’s blank?

Student: I drew a cow and a grass.

Teacher: (looked again to the paper) where is the grass?

Student: The cow already ate it.

Teacher: (scratching her head) where’s the cow?

Student: What’s the use of staying there if there is no grass anymore? Of course, it will leave.  Common sense Ma’am.

=Attempted Rape=

At Police Station:

Lady: Officer, I would like to file a case against Toto pogi (handsome)

Police officer: What case

Aloha lovely EC people who is reading this!

Have you noticed something 'weird' in EC these days? Didn't you feel like something was going on? No?? Uhm... Okay! I'll tell you then! Welcome to The EC News Bulletin!! *news' music intro*

Weekend is coming! Yup, that's the first obvious news! So the very lovely Adaline's peacock it's jumping for joy because her lovely owner is gonna spread flowers all over EC! Thanks Ada! ^_^

But not everybody is happy 'cause the weekend is coming. Ninos is bored 'caus

Hi, my dear friends! As I have a few rather free days, I am in a very good mood and would like to share it with you especially since Chrismas season has already started in my country. I like Christmas despite being an atheist. It makes me recall my childhood, my parents (who were atheists, too), expectation of something good and pleasant. You know, I don't have any faith in any God and I am proud of that as all my decisions and deeds are based on common sense and reason. So, what I want to say i

What is creative writing? Being creative can be described as the art of making things up. You let your imagination run wild and come up with unique, original essays. It is the sort of writing that will definitely attract an audience. Creative writing is fresh-faced; original and self-expressive. The purpose of creative writing can be to entertain or share the human experience. There are several tips that have been proven to help you write creative essays in English. Here, I will share with you 8

Have you ever been old that you were fake? Only copy cat your teen idol. It's normal as a teenager but as an adult you must make up your mind. Who do you want to be? Me, I always admire my grandmother. She was good at speaking Dutch, French and German. When she studied with other Dutch classmates she was a good swimmer. She also great at cooking. I missed her after she and my grandpa died.

They always encouraged me to become number one. I got 1st rank twice in elementary school. My parents didn't

Once a Man was Driving his family in his Car ,

In the mid way He asked his kids,

My Sweet son, when You would Buy a Car then would You take me In Your car,

His Son replied very innocently,

NO Father, Then There would be My kids With me.. :D:D

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Once a Little girl was eating fruits with her Friends..

She picked an Apricot, Look Here 

Then She Opened an Apricot slowly Like a Ring Box,

See, My Proposal Ring...:D:D

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Thanks All,

Thanks A.G for this Challenge...

Crying beside my sister and her daughter's dead bodies.. 

Pouring the tear that will never bring them life again.. 

Thinking about my vain life that I wasted without doing them anything.. 

Completely destroyed and spiritless...

I loved my sister and niece more than my whole shitty life.. 

I just wanted them to live like any other people on the earth.. 

And I wanted to be laying down on this floor covered with my bloods instead of them.. 

Oh, Aleppo.. I wanted to skip my bloods on your ground.. 

Oh, Alep