I have thought everything about the world to be the figure of speech - irony. For everything there's something opposing as for a child not be born a boy is to be born a girl or as for a life to be is for

Whether you do good or do bad, people will always talk. We live in the world where satisfaction could actually only be a fictitious reality in the sense that, to satisfy a life is actually not possible.

B: Why is it that there's so much hate for one another in the world So much pain... Uneasiness? A: Do you remember being born... First word... First step? B: Of cause not Nobody does that I mean not even

Great are those hairs You'd hear tho' shame's on 'em Dropping shoulders, short or long of 'em literary father's in literary arrogance They are deying yet their fruits to be better fools still as they'll

Avoid a void. That has no fact Act Makes every man Be it frosh, just outside it's/its mother's can Or erudite as Wolé Sóyinká, literary 'SAN' Has the ground for galaxies to grow Please, has it be serene

Where would be the would be Edgar Allen Poe's garment of dark themes! Let down his soul's poematic and his rest be there doing the rest to his best Pour abound nay his any exactly so called garment of

Jodekss: Good morning Piotr! Hope all is well! JUST WANNA REMIND YOU ABOUT THE STEEM PROBABLY GUY YOU'VE FORGOTTEN! Thanks dear friend. Please, say me well to her.

One last thing I'll say about that thing: By another sickly 'sin' - Drug abuse which you use To fly high to cruise 'Tor' stop its use It's simple, it's ab-use Its effect kills: starting by browning those

You'd notice for almost two weeks now I have been emphasising or better still, shouting I AM A WRITER and yen yen yen... 😁 Alright, the intent is to inform and create awareness for if one cannot publicise

From darkly dream of midnight-time rest into the waking of a calmly shining morning Islam sleeps longer today again; after longer fast-feeding toward to make mete all righteousness so Morn lies around

Scything within seated time like that doing naught in Naught in the look of it all from this edge of a keen resolve Keen resolve to reel the past be Past be the ways far too odd to wish against an oppugnant

Pun is a literary or commonly a poetic device which plays upon words: could have real life meaning, faction and could be fictitious ineaning, fiction. I understand I don't understand I understand I understand

​​​ ​With time everything changes. Failure is weak in value should success ends the life's telltale as it would be reeled. Reality has forced us to reason usually in a far too mixed way maybe but everyone

How deceptive our eyes wouldn't be As per that purity and that dirty The images before our sights we could cuddle and phantasise The colour of the earth is filthy yet has it be The state hapless be glare

So true there is need we bleed For one curse that so we deed We being chained, no need we hide We need to part, to face the chide You take the left right I go Break this chain our thing fades though Am

If MY BRAIN implodes tonight, don't blame me, celebrate it. For if you'd enter my head, to know what I use it to think, queer you'd say, too queer you'd say. If MY MIND fails tonight, don't blame me, celebrate

The emotion of being happy; joy is happiness according to a mobile dictionary. [That meaning of happiness is way too precise yes but I like it like that as I don't like too much formalness really]. To

Nonsense talks, tell them that they are mad jo Aregbesola gan can't dare bribe me to avote this power at the top lai lai and acquiesce Isokuso plus jargon niyen maa je na abi? Right after my dinner a friend

Naught of knowing the her slit be hell's paradise wide cottage door Dicks walk in and out flap-flap The same be belittling to be bleated beetle begging for better burger a-begger but But me nah buts be

Whether you do good or do bad, people will always talk. We live in the world where satisfaction could actually only be a fictitious reality in the sense that, to satisfy a life is actually not possible.