Original:

Do you hear?

My tears fall alone.

Do you hear?

Music blasts in my headphone.

Are you here?

I just need a friend.

Are you here?

I want someone to see my end.

Translated:

Recent straps?

Dimwei slaughtered.

Recent straps?

ainfijarat almusiqaa Fi samaeati

To be „Ana yaqat bihजjat” il idyak.

To be "Urd Shaks" I mean yar.

Don't stop, stop

Don't look at the waves

Night sea

A voice in the black world

Monthly Special

Jewelry

Darkness has been adopted

Second long

Blue actor

Ski Resort Saidi Abu Yan.

Bar unlimited

From

The light will come

White

Life

Burning star

More

If you are not!

From

Stars are still under warranty

Good book

Black echo

Different lights

False

you

And ...

Sometimes

And ...

new

And ...

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(Original)

Swirling, drowing, sinking under

the waves of empty

dark dismay

and black inky depth of forever shadows

covering the moonlit skies

gemstones glowing

flickering dimly

dripping depths

azure droplets falling

to obsidian ground

raven infinity

closing in

apocalypse coming

blinding nothing

take my hand

blazing star

pull me up

save me

drag me under

starlit apathy

shining midnight

black hole echoes

radiant light

perfect lies

you and I

one more time

forever

and

never

again

Original Poem:

When I said you could go I meant

please take me with you please I don’t

like change but I’d do it for you

the same sun sets behind your mountain as

the one setting under the ocean trapped 

under the water and trying to breathe

fire dimming red mixing with blue

creating your mountains I could climb if

you were at the top if you pointed the

path in my direction pointed the river

to carry me away back to the waves

that call out taking me away taking 

my breath away with power I don’t yet

understand sunset creating blurry shadows

stretched over sand pointing to you

I’d go with you if you would take me 

I couldn’t breathe in the mountains

with you but I can’t breathe here either

I love the sunset here but I’d rather see it with you

Translated Poem (I translated it into Japanese then Spanish, Korean, and Dutch):

I meant when you said you could go

Take me with you

I like change, but I’ll do it for you

The same sun sets behind your mountain

Putting under the caught sea

Breathe underwater

Mixed red and blue temple

If you create your mountain, I can climb

If you pointed it out, you were at the top

The road in my direction pointed to the river.

Take me back to the waves

Shout to take me

I’m still not breathing

Understand the sunset that creates blurry shadows

Stretched in the sand that points towards you

I’ll go with you if you take me

I could not breathe in the mountains

I’m with you, but I can’t breathe here

I love the sunset here, but I want to see you

I’ve got to say, I love some of the new lines and I think might put them into some of my new poems :) I should do this more often.

I am doing another one :) This one was called Hidden

Original Poem:

White candle burning

The wax melting transparent.

Broken, burnt pieces float

Inching closer to the flame.

Longing to be finished,

Be put out of their grief.

A breath of wind, the fire goes out.

Transparent wax hardens, 

A firm milky white.

Concealing black remnants

Of the bright burning wick.

Trapped forever invisible.

Hidden from the light.

Translated Poem (this time it was into Latin then Somali, French, and finally into Hebrew before I put it back into English):

A white candle is burning

But to make things happen, they were born a decent person.

The friends are burning

Getting closer to the flame.

They want to the fullest

It would be described as painful.

Exit the air.

Sets Transparent;

In solid milk.

Hide the Black Remnants?

On the light line.

Invisible has never been trapped.

Hidden from the light.

I might like this even more... “invisible has never been trapped...”

...“they want to the fullest...”

SOOO SORRY FOR THE LONG POST :)

is love

Dew is flooding like dawn

And sleepless night

Like a fast, terrible fall

Or gossiping with warm fingers

Like sound-suspension-ready to fall into the air-

is love

interesting

Is this just something lost?

Orginal:

(Something to Lose)

This love,

like dew dipped dawns

and seraphic sleepless nights,

like fugitive fated autumn

or gossmere frost under warm fingers,

like sound—hanging—ready to fall in the air-

This, love,

I wonder,

Is it only something to lose?

#googletranslate,#love,#lost

Original Poem: "I Don't Know"

To ask what I seek

is a good question indeed

I do not know quite what I yearn for

is it a friend? or a lover?

I do not know

I think I yearn for a friend

one who wants to talk to me

and be there by my side

but also one like that

can be known as a lover

embracing me in their arms

I am a strange one

I know that much

for I long for many things

Do I want a friend?

or a lover?

or just someone to be there with me

To know what I seek

is something I do not

But for one

I think I seek comfort

in one form or another

Translaing Process....Irish.... Japanense....Scottish Gaelic....Norwegian....Icelandic....English

Final Poem:

Ask what I want

It is certainly a good question

I don't know what to do

Do you have friends? Or girlfriend?

I do not know

I think I'll be friends

Someone who will talk to me

Be the side of me

But stuff like that

He can be called a lover

Take me to my lap

I'm a stranger

I know it completely

That is a lot to me

Need a friend?

Or girlfriend?

Or someone with me

Find what I'm looking for

Inability to do so

But one

I think you need comfort

In some way

i put the most recent chapter of empyrium through google translate and i’m very confused

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When he heard his father's shame, he felt the need to dry his mouth. This makes it difficult for women to choose for women, but it wants caution. She broke her mother's cage, pulled her mother's cage out .And suddenly the young man started to scream and laugh. He does not like all cases.

If possible, he regulates and does not need any further protection. She does not know what he looks like and why he is so close. I can't be a mother, she is a very old man

No. Slowly he rose on his head. Not because he knows he can read his grave. Abbot

Not sure what to do, he eliminated the viewing angle. He was calm and calm. Why is your name important? He asked. Most people know their names. This is true, but it is neither good nor bad. These small veins suck at the waist, increase blood flow when the movement moves, and are sensitive to movement. This viewpoint may be rejected or denied, but it will take years to receive support. He is funny, but useless. His throat is softer and softer than a happy man's throat. Abbot

Close your teeth and jump in the air. "How do you know my name?" He said nothing, everything was green, and the building started to rot. For the first time. Six Shi is known for removing all holes from the ilm to the walls.

Uber didn't see that. After a long time, her body began to shake, but Fannie approached him, lifted her wrists and shook her head. He was sitting on the edge of the board with a chair blanket.

He died too. This time he did not see, but knew where he was. Air in the corner of the room. He finally found her in the room a few minutes ago, but she was soft and gentle. The windows are not open, but the room light is on.

The sand is in one corner, the bottom is, and the mud is. When the envelope is crossed, the director closes. She has black hair on her face, but she is still beautiful. A good word that gives a very good explosive is based on the second button.

Someone wrote a scrap on his head, covered it with cash, and the man passed by. His right hand took a deep breath and fell asleep. Men are smarter than men. Anxiety looked at his face. He looked at the tree. The last slide and the second slide look too long.

Abbott does not know what the inspiration hat is about. She found two bowls of mother and baby mouth. Finally

Abbott adheres to how women regularly clean their diapers.

Hiding a boy's face is a reflection of his father's red. Thinking he was coming back, he pushed the boy over his shoulder, applied a chill to the desk, and ran his black hair over his ears.

He took her to the stage and saw her new parents again in her face, pretending to be happy with his previous baby but as a kid. Height combination The other guy's face lets the other guy do it with a kind smile.

Mom cleaned the glass and asked how I got it? "This guy's name?

Another came with the others: it was time to stop talking before anyone could speak. Abbott James does. "

The nurse can enter the room and leave the infant for the first time. The woman smiled as she sat quietly on her hungry breasts. Seeing her husband, she said, "Open your eyes."

This condition is a tragedy. (I know your hair.)

The power of biology, the things that make it impossible. They do not believe that the future is not a family dream. They say it is wrong for them.

There is constant fear and panic when the RA hits something big during the day. When the house cools with the mother, the child puts their hands on them and is afraid of trouble.

She also cried when she heard her body touching and pulling. The floor overlooking the view is filled with a room covered in green light and is considered beautiful with a two-picture balcony. She opened her eyes in fear and opened her mind.

Abbott wasn't surprised, he wondered. Why don't you want parents? They are very proud, be careful ... they should be better. What has changed?

The questions are answered in a second and ring in the room. He was a voice I had never heard of, but he always knew something. Her face trembled as she walked to the red cone, two words behind her. "I'll be back."

Then he saw in his mind the guardian of the truth when it never occurred to him: his mother slept with him 16 years ago. The bed you choose for your mom will work. Another bed would change your life forever.

He lost his mind and tried to destroy his master. As she worked the day after the position, her thighs were completely. His head was shaking and it was strange how his eyes looked from ear to ear until he saw him. He turned his head on the bed, his blue eyes fluttering and his eyes vibrating until they pointed to Fennin.

The pastor did not know after him that the Emperor would rise. She did her best to save the pillow. Standing in shock, his breath groaned and Flinn sighed. He jumped out of the garage and into the monk's bed, took a chair over his head and crossed the living room. "Stop me doing this first, why me?"

Abbott suddenly saw his mouth dry like dust, blew on his metallic lips and tried to respond. "Be sure."

Fiona laughed as Abit's body moved away from the veil, protecting her from the heat, and touching her belly. You're fine, but I'm worried, but I'm not sure you can avoid a break.

Abbott couldn't feel the pain closing his eyes when he heard the woman's voice. "The woman's name is Olga. She was attacking your bed."

He quickly dropped it and tried to put his thoughts into one sentence: "No, Finn, not him.

Finland is not angry at birth women? Will you meet her, lady? That's your dream

Abbott raised his chest with constant pressure. Not a dream They are very careful."

Home smells spices

Peppers, cardamom and cloves,

All the smell coming from the stove,

Your tongue starts to ring

But still want more

Does the house smell of sugar

Cookies, chocolate, cinnamon rolls,

Smell coming from a light blue bowl,

Your sweet tooth starts to hurt.

But still want more

It smells spicy

Onions, garlic, shallot,

Amazing smell coming from the pot,

Your eyes start to water.

But still want more

The house is fishy

Sweet, sour and spicy

All the ingredients are jingle

Tingling tongue

But still want more

Open the door

You smell the love you really like.

You look at me

Through squint

Narrow

as you wish

Suppose we know

No matter what you choose to display

Not just my clothes

But i am more

What you see

Knowledge is key

Closed in offset box

Open understanding

He invaded under the arrogant carpet

Let it land

Clean your feet

So go

Go forward

In a world full of things

It will never last

More than a minute

One minute is not always sixty seconds

But this is important

If you say

You can slow down

But download

I found out the truth

time flies

How the company lives

You look at me with both eyes

Yes, my eyes also tend to

But naturally makes me lean

This is not my absence

Power beyond me

What are you allowed to be

Reduce what you see

Yes, my eyes also tend to

But my mind is open

Bigger than mouth at birth

When you come, cry on this earth

Slide in the hands of the doctor.

Able to keep up with the gang

I tell you who you are

where are you from

Who is your legal mother?

A legal mother?

My mother has the right

Birth may take her to new heights

But she is still fighting

Against the roof

Is to make sure it feeds you

She sold her rights

Never turn on the light

Then the darkest night

They passed alone

In new house

He found his way to the comfort zone

In your isolation

Assembly confusing

They are imminent

Mental contusion

damage

He rejected the entire country ...

Oh wait it's me

Living through my evil eyes

There is a hole in my dress now

Enough lies you gave me

Fill the loophole

But the truth is complete

Except truth

This is what i am looking for

What am i talking about

You look from top to bottom

I never see a landing again

Land on the mat.

understand deeper

That will open the box

Release the key

So not only is knowledge lost

But didn't even check

Because you don't go down

Enough to be found

Original:

Slanted Eyes

You look at me

Through slanted eyes

Narrowing

As you surmise

Presume to know

All I choose to show

Is not just my disguise

But I am more

Than what you see

Knowledge is key

Locked inside the box of prejudice

To be opened by understanding

Which you swept under the carpet of arrogance

And left out on the landing

For you to wipe your feet upon

And then walk on

Walk past

To a whole world of things

That never last

More than a minute

A minute that is not always sixty seconds

But it counted

If you count it

You can slow it down

But discount it

And the truth is found

Time flies

Like society lies

And you look at me with slanted eyes

And yes, my eyes are slanted too

But nature slanted mine

Not my absence of mind

Power beyond me

What you allow yourself to be

Limits what you see

And yes, my eyes are slanted too

But my mind is open wide

Wider than your mouth at birth

When you came screaming out onto this earth

Sliding into the doctor’s hands

So he could fasten yours with bands

That tell you who you are

Where you belong

Who’s your rightful mom

Rightful mom?

Mom with rights

Birth may have taken her to new heights

But still she fights

To keep a roof over her own head

So to ensure you will be fed

She sold her rights

Never to turn on the lights

So your darkest nights

Are spent alone

In a new home

Groping for a comfort zone

In your seclusion

Mounting confusing

Impending delusion

Mental contusion

Laceration

Rejection of an entire nation...

Oh wait, that’s me

Life through my slanted eyes

Now there’s a hole in my disguise

I’ve been fed more than enough lies

To fill the hole

But the whole truth

And nothing but the truth

Is what I seek

And what I speak

You look down from the hightest peak

And no longer see the landing

The landing with the carpet

Under which you swept the understanding

Which would open the box

To release the key

So knowledge is not only lost

But not even sought

Because you won’t come down

Long enough for it to be found

Translated once into latin and back

New

I am worried, I am not ashlynn These men lie in wait Will be packaged in a bundle of problems young girl 15 My flesh and acts so as to have the body to 80 Blocked by other techie But I'm really stressed in a nail bitter See my peers healthy student While I was in the flesh and putrid, I say im busy, but not everyone thinks school related Since I am busy waiting in the doctor's offices Every one sees the pain of awards Of Girl Spent restless nights with lots of anxiety that I see Some six thousand of dollars from the other pursuits, While struggling to see the mine He came in to me, my people to hear someone, to him it is with the work of the I, too, will hear, and will give thee counsel, that is the best, I was first there All others and stolons I feel the pain of their own, only to the movement of Others see the girl in the fight slip past I feel one of the social as well as for the sake of his chest beat his breast A disciple of the Master, who is working hard to see to others and assists them Do not be afraid to see whose the attempt, as long as a little girl If you stop, indeed, a very small, I do not know if they will ever get going again This is what I'm just a little girl broken He is ready to take on the world

Original

Hi I'm anxious wait no I’m AshLynn

I’m a bundle of problems packaged into a young girl

My body acts like its 80 when its really 15

Others see a confident techie

But I'm really a stressed nail bitter

My peers see a healthy student

While I feel my body crumbling

I say im busy, but everyone thinks its school related

I know I’m busy waiting in doctor's offices

Everyone sees a smart girl with awards

I see restless nights with lots anxiety

Others see a six-thousand dollar scholarship

While I see my family struggling to get by

People come to me when they need someone to listen

I listen well and give the best advice because I’ve been there before

Others see all kind of braces

I feel the pain from yet another dislocation

Others see a girl slip past the fight

I feel my heart beat out of chest because of social confrontation

Teachers see a student who works hard and helps others

While I see a girl whos afraid to stop trying

If I stop even a little bit

I don't know if I will ever get going again

As I sit here I'm just a broken girl

Who’s ready to take on the world