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Zbiór wierszy.
Wiersze poruszające tematy społeczne, polityczne, psychologiczne, religijne. Wszystkie sprawy, które tyczą się człowieka i ich postępowań, zachowań, tradycji, zostają przedstawione moim okiem, oraz własna subiektywną interpretacją. Wierszę mogą mieć charakter sarkastyczny, a także mogą jedynie pokazać moje odczucia w danych kwestach. Innym razem mogą ironizować, czy też w prost wyśmiewać, ale mogę też chwalić, ewentualnie popierać. Wszystko to było zależne, z moim poglądami. Słowem klucz będą słowa Terencjusza "Jestem człowiekiem; nic, co ludzkie, nie jest mi obce."
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New town. New identity. Same crazy. I love it!!! (insert enthusiastic voice ) (cough, cough) Not!! I hate it. I hate having to to hide who I am. But to protect the civilians and my new home from being destroyed like my last ones, I have obey the leader's rule. No matter if I do disapprove. But all of that changes when I meet, more like bump into someone who's special. ... DOOR OPENS. "Naomi Satchel!" my mother yells as she comes blaring through the doors. "Yes?" I say as I still lie under the covers. My mother pulls my cover from my body and tosses it on the floor. I quickly sit up in my bed and glare at her. "Get your ass up now you have half an hour left before your first-period starts and you better not be late," she demands. "Mom, this isn't my school. This isn't my home. I don't want to go." I whine and beg my mother at the same time to let me stay home. What was I thinking? My mom has an image to uphold being this perfect mother who loves and cares about her little baby girl. We both know the truth. Until a few years ago, I never even knew she existed. She and my father both agreed to send me here because they couldn't stand the fact that I fell in love with a black boy. Although neither of them would ever admit, that's the only reason why I know of her. I don't want to attend a school where I'm going to have to forsake who I truly am just to fit into their liking. How can I explain that to my mom when she sees everything to be black and white.Complete
𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑰 𝑾𝑨𝑵𝑻 𝑰𝑺 𝒀𝑶𝑼
ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ˢᵐⁱˡᵉ, ᵒʳ ˢᵐᵉˡˡ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᴬⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵐᵉ ˡᵃᵘᵍʰ, ᵒʳ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᶜᵒᵒᵏ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᴸᵉᵗ'ˢ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ ⁱᵗ, ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ʳᵉᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ⁱᵗ ᵀʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ʷʰʸ ᴬˡˡᴵ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ⁱˢ ʸᵒᵘ ⁿᵒʷ --- Demani never needed much, just a break from living. But with the chaos at home from her mom, her stepdad and step-siblings, it feels impossible. School is her only escape, a safe haven she shares with her three best friends. They keep each other sane without even realizing it. It's always been the four of them. Until they meet them. Until she meets ℎ𝑖𝑚. Booker stopped caring a long time ago. Between taking care of his sick grandma, dodging bullets and keeping up with school, life is just something he's pushing through. The only things holding him together? His grandma and a stupid promise he made in the seventh grade. Neither of them is looking for more, but sometimes, the people you least expect become the ones you need the most.
A Beautiful Piece Of Broken Pottery
She wanted to know what pain was, silly little girl just open the dictionary look up the word pain and watch as your life plays like a movie. Watch and see what pain really is. Watch and see how truly broken you are. Keep in mind that you managed to fill those cracks in your heart with pure gold so that you can pick yourself up from the ground below and mold yourself into genuine art that has now become a beautiful piece of broken pottery. Gemma was your normal sun kissed skinned teenager. Who was living her life. Living la vida loca. Believing in the "yolo" principal until one day a tragedy knocked on her door and turned her life upside down. Now with a broken heart, a messed up mind and a blacked soul she must face her everyday life once more, she has to face school, battle friends and harsh words and a bigger brother too Lucas is your normal Spanish mafia kind of looking guy who was living his life to the fullest and working at a cute little coffee shop. There he needs a girl and is taken aback. He is completely awestruck by her beauty and her ability to play the guitar and get lost in a melody that she creates. However reality hits and he becomes disappointed when he knows that he will never see her again until her decides to show his true potential and transfer to an AP math's class and at the back of the class sat his angel. Lucas has some demons as well. Fighting an horrid past, a personality disorder and then another hardship hits him. He has bad chemistry grades and must in list the help of the schools smartest girl but this condition comes as a price. Is Lucas willing to pay? She was ice and he was fire. She was beautiful and he was broken. Put them together and some how you end up getting a beautiful piece of broken pottery. Or do you?Complete
The Demon and His Rose
+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+ ρєσρℓє ѕαу нєανєи ιѕ α ρℓα¢є ωιтнσυт... deмonѕ, ѕcнool, norмal lιғe. w_r_o_n_g_! +_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+ ⓐⓜⓞⓡⓔ ⓨⓤⓘ ⓘⓢ ⓐⓝ ⓐⓝⓖⓔⓛ, ⓦⓗⓞ ⓖⓞⓔⓢ ⓣⓞ ⓗ&ⓓ ⓐⓒⓐⓓⓔⓜⓨ. ⓐ ⓑⓞⓐⓡⓓⓘⓝⓖ ⓢⓒⓗⓞⓞⓛ ⓘⓝ ⓗⓔⓐⓥⓔⓝ, ⓢⓗⓔ ⓗⓐⓢ ⓕⓞⓤⓡ ⓡⓞⓞⓜⓐⓣⓔⓢ/ⓑⓔⓢⓣ ⓕⓡⓘⓔⓝⓓⓢ. ⓢⓗⓔ ⓘⓢ ⓐ ⓥⓔⓡⓨ ⓠⓤⓘⓔⓣ ⓐⓝⓓ ⓢⓗⓨ ⓖⓘⓡⓛ, ⓥⓔⓡⓨ ⓢⓜⓐⓡⓣ ⓑⓤⓣ...ⓣⓗⓔ ⓐⓒⓐⓓⓔⓜⓨ ⓘⓢ ⓒⓞⓝⓝⓔⓒⓣⓔⓓ ⓣⓞ ⓣⓗⓔ ⓓⓔⓜⓞⓝ ⓐⓓⓐⓒⓔⓜⓨ. ⓦⓗⓘⓒⓗ ⓜⓔⓐⓝⓢ ⓐⓝⓖⓔⓛⓢ & ⓓⓔⓜⓞⓝⓢ ⓤⓢⓔ ⓣⓗⓔ ⓢⓐⓜⓔ ⓛⓤⓝⓒⓗ ⓐⓡⓔⓐ ⓑⓤⓣ ⓝⓞⓣ ⓣⓗⓔ ⓒⓛⓐⓢⓢⓔⓢ ⓝⓞⓡ ⓡⓞⓞⓜⓐⓣⓔⓢ/ⓡⓞⓞⓜⓢ. +_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+ jeon jυngĸooĸ ιѕ a ѕтrong deмon, wнo нaѕ тнe power oғ ѕтrengнт. нe ιѕ тнe тop ѕтυdenт oғ тнe deмon acadeмy and ѕтrongeѕт вυт нow? deмon claѕѕeѕ are dιғғerenт. тнe мore yoυ noт вeнave and тнe мore yoυ don'т lιѕтen, тнe вeттer gradeѕ yoυ geт. нe ιѕ well-ĸnown ғor нaтιng angelѕ and нavιng вυllyιng any angel нe ғιndѕ ιnтereѕтιng. +_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+ ωнαт ωιℓℓ нαρρєη ιƒ тнєѕє тωσ мєєт? +_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+ +_+ +_+ 😇Started: 28 August😇 😈Ended: 3 March😈 +_+ +_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+ Previous Title: The Perverted DemonComplete
" 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 "
" You can see the fireworks from here!" I see them on the balcony " oh so that's where they are" " 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐞?....." 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐲....... 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠?..... " 𝐇𝐞𝐲! 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐞..... Timmie....... 𝐇𝐄𝐘 ! " 𝐈 𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐣𝐮𝐦𝐩....... " 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐃𝐎 𝐈𝐓!" 𝐢 𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝...... 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐞.... " please no..." "TIMMIE!" --------•••-------•••--------•••----- (Bnha or mha dose not belong to me ) ⚠️Warning ⚠️: Gore , Language, suicide , self harm , depression , smut , NFSW , drugs , Abuse This is my first story in here =w= It's about my oc's life and I have another story about her but different because it was made like a million years ago! And it's on Quotev. It's called " The fear in her eyes " but it's in x reader form ^^ so if you want you can read it Okie bai Started: Jan 17 2021 Ended : August 27 2021Complete
Blind Underground Royal Heroine Goddess
Age five: lost parents and got experimented on, but she kept running away though they keep capturing her before she lost it and killed them and many like them plus their sponsors one day before they saved a child and sent the rest to Villain Trade, but the leader had a tragedy as the child's Quirk turned them into a two-years-old male child which they raised as their own with two more children as well, too to raise as her own. Can they hide their disability they have in their eyes that they were born with and be a hero like they want or will they have to give up their dreams? But what if their grandparents from their maternal side shows up and took custody of her as they're residents of the underground city made by her maternal ancestor making her royalty cause of this only. Can she handle ruling the underground city or will it be too much? Additional Tags: Bully-Ashido?, Bully-Uraraka?, Bully-Iida?Complete
Adesewa the pregnant corper
After the 3 weeks orientation program of the NYSC, I was posted to a secondary school at Oyan for the one year service. I was given a room on the school compound at the Corpers' quarters. On getting to On getting to Oyan, I started looking for a Pentecostal church where I could be worshipping, and soon I was able to find one. Shortly after I started worshipping in the church, I joined the choir. Fortunately, it was at the time when the choir leader just left the church, and there was nobody to coordinate the members. Before I knew it, I was made the choir leader after being interviewed by the pastor, Pastor Williams. I was loved by everybody in the church, especially the choristers, because of my unique voice. Whenever I sing or lead a song, the whole congregation has a way of murmuring "Huuuuunnnnn!" with a sigh of satisfaction when they hear my voice. Most of the choir members were younger than me, so they call me "aunty" or "Sister Sewa". One of them was Bode, who used to play keyboard for us in the church. He was so gifted when it comes to instruments; there was no instrument he couldn't play. I always felt the presence of God whenever he was on the keyboard. I was named Adesewa after my late grandmother, who passed away shortly before I was born. My dad loved his mum so much, and hence transferred the love to me, believing that his late mother was the one who came back, more so, according to him, I was the mama's carbon copy. It was after he became saved, that he knew he was wrong. My second name was Yetunde. My dad saw me as perfect. Anything I did or said was right, even when I myself knew I was wrong. In a nutshell, I was his favorite. When my mum noticed that daddy was treating me like the apple of his eyes, she wasn't taking things easy with me at all. She spanks me at every slight mistake I made, mostly when my dad wasn't at home.Complete
𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭| 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 |𝟏𝟖+
**𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐳** Panic surges through me, and before I know it, I'm turning on my heel, trying to run, to escape the impending punishment. I barely make it a few steps before I feel his hand clamp down on my hair, yanking me back with terrifying force. "Going somewhere, little girl?" "P-please let g- ahh! Please! H-Hurts me!" "Afraid, are we now, baby?" His voice is a snarl now, filled with fury. "L-leave m-me," tears sting my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. I'm scared of him, scared of what he'll do to my friend, scared of what he'll do to me. His grip on my hair tightens and I wince, choking back a sob. "Oh, why? Don't you like my hands on you, baby?" He mocks hurt that instantly turns back into anger. "But you were fine when that fucker touched you, ain't that right?" Then he pulls a silver knife out of his suit, twirling it lazily between his ink-covered knuckles and my blood freezes at the sight of that psychotic grin. ***** People quaked with fear at the sound of his name and me along with them. He was Demetrios 'the God' Nikolayev and he was first in command of Russian mafia. He was a true psychopath who enjoyed hurting people, and I hated him for that. The worst thing - he owned me. "Try to accept the darkness, because from now on, it will be your only light." I tried so hard, but I couldn't understand it back then. How possibly can darkness be light? ***** This is not a vanilla romance but a dark, toxic, perverted, obsessive story. The book contains mature themes such as foul language, bdsm, sexual and abusive content, kinks, blood, manipulation, etc. Please keep that in mind.
New town. New identity. Same crazy. I love it!!! (insert enthusiastic voice ) (cough, cough) Not!! I hate it. I hate having to to hide who I am. But to protect the civilians and my new home from being destroyed like my last ones, I have obey the leader's rule. No matter if I do disapprove. But all of that changes when I meet, more like bump into someone who's special. ... DOOR OPENS. "Naomi Satchel!" my mother yells as she comes blaring through the doors. "Yes?" I say as I still lie under the covers. My mother pulls my cover from my body and tosses it on the floor. I quickly sit up in my bed and glare at her. "Get your ass up now you have half an hour left before your first-period starts and you better not be late," she demands. "Mom, this isn't my school. This isn't my home. I don't want to go." I whine and beg my mother at the same time to let me stay home. What was I thinking? My mom has an image to uphold being this perfect mother who loves and cares about her little baby girl. We both know the truth. Until a few years ago, I never even knew she existed. She and my father both agreed to send me here because they couldn't stand the fact that I fell in love with a black boy. Although neither of them would ever admit, that's the only reason why I know of her. I don't want to attend a school where I'm going to have to forsake who I truly am just to fit into their liking. How can I explain that to my mom when she sees everything to be black and white.
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