Don't stop, stop

Don't look at the waves

Night sea

A voice in the black world

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Darkness has been adopted

Second long

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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:

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.

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

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.

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."

Origanal:

The darkness grows everyday

It pulls me down and tries to lock me away

It stops the light from shining down

And always finds a way to take my crown

It tries to quite the happiness inside

But it doesn’t know that I will survive

It may try its best to bring me down

But I will stand my ground

So when the demons come back around

And the clouds have all turned grey

I know that I will win

Because I am strong...

Challange:

The darkness grows every day

He slows down and tries to lock me

Light stops at the top

Is he always there to take the crown?

This is a joy of effort

But no, I know how to survive

Better to relax

I stand on my behalf.

When the devil comes, put it on

All gray clouds

I know I can't win

... I am strong

Languages used in order: Spanish, French, Latin, Japanese, Italian, German, Somali, Arabic, Afrikaans, & Urdu

Translated version:

Return to easy breakfast

Good gold

Fish name

Original version:

Snack that smiles back

Goldfish are super pretty

Nom nom on the fish