histórias de Cento

A cento about loneliness. It is a compilation of lines from other poems; all I can claim is the structure. Enjoy.

This a a cento poem I created right off the dome after reading an interview with Majimbo aka Black Elsa. please do enjoy!

An anthology of love and lies; choice and change; fate and free will. Lives interlocking like clockwork and yet not at all like clockwork.

A cento of Browning's collected poems

Facing a civil war with their economy going down drastically, whilst, loosing investors and foreign trading. UN and his three other siblings ( NATO, EU and African Union/AU.) had to resort into desparately looking for a source for their empire to survive the ongoing war in their country. Far in the East, Only one fellow Empire had taken the job, One known for its rich sources. Coming to make a deal with the Eastern Empire's Emperor, The four western siblings encountered things related to them and their century dead or missing third brother... One by one, they are haunted by the mysteries surrounding the Eastern Empire. Would they know the reason why such an isolated and a far eastern country be connected to them and their brother? IS the Eastern Emperor even connected in all this? Was the missing third brother connected in all of this? Read to find out! ✧┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈✧ Hello! Author here to just make some pointers to remember: Firstly... • Anything Political and Ideology mentioned here are likely for the plot and character development. • May have mentions of unwated things such as; (Suicide, Gore, Self Harm, War, ETC...) • This is a fictional story with fictional characters, meaning they have no relation onto what is happening in real life. • Ships would most likey be side tracked as this was meant to circulate around the Pangaean family (De Lis Gaia Family) who are; (UN, NATO, SEATO, EU and AU.) • Some information would likely be false and some true, it would be based on the plot. And Lastly... Have Fun Reading! Vote and Comment if you like! Tell me your opinions, so that I can review whatever they may be! Author Out! ❣

"Hey tu, abbassa la testa o cambia banco. Con la tua testa enorme non riesco a vedere neanche metà lavagna" Sputai acidamente Il ragazzo davanti a me mi scrutò con quelle due calamite chiamate anche 'occhi'. Piegò leggermente la testa di lato e sbuffò sonoramente. Quella fu la prima delle tante volte in cui mi lamentai per la sua altezza esageratamente elevata. "Ma stai zitta, coniglietta- disse, riferendosi al mio zaino al quanto infantile- e torna a mangiare le carote" Nicholas Henderson, hai la capacità di farmi stare bene. Perché non la usi?

Niente virgole né rime. Tu e la parola.

I came to resolve with myself to publish something on this platform so I decided on writing a little poetry.