black hole sun except the black hole was 20 layers of google translate
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
Recent straps?
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 Title “the sunset here”
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 :)
Something Lost in Translation
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
I Don’t Know, Translated a Few Times
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
The Translated version of Smell Of Home
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.
we are all fools
I am still a fool, and it is the love of my heart, my soul.
You are mine, and she is foolish: but she seems to find me.
original post: https://theprose.com/post/329662/stupid
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."
I Am Strong
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
This Used to be a Haiku
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