[offtop] Poems (Diablo 2)
Autumn deciduous ringingA golden shadow flew.
You saw life in fading,
And in the dreams of nature, repetition,
And this bright burning
Blessed your brush.
Our silent dialogue
Disappeared, as
happiness disappears,
You left the field through bad weather
Beyond the horizon of earthly worries.
You will soon forget me,
The artist that paints the rain,
You serve another angel
And you won't call for yourself.
You will soon forget me,
The artist that paints the rain,
You serve another angel
And you will not call for yourself :(
You burst into my life unexpectedly, Changed my reality. Thoughts flicker, flashes in the heart, And love without respite. It all started as an innocent flirt, And now my world is empty without you. You are magical, you are from another planet, And you are from my dream! Oh God, what a man, I want a son from you. And I want a daughter from you, period, period! Oh God, what a man, I want a son from you. And I want a daughter from you, period, period! Not enough tender words in the world to describe my love. And at night do not cry over trifles. You, like time, heal my sadness. I know my love is mutual. A loved woman is beautiful. You are magical, you are from another planet, you are from my dream. Oh God, what a man, I want a son from you. And I want a daughter from you, period, period! Oh God, what a man, I want a son from you. And I want a daughter from you, period, period! You are Johnny Depp and Brad Pitt rolled into one. As the best, you are on the phone. And you are magical, you are from another planet. I have found answers to all your questions. Oh God, what a man! Oh God, what a man! Oh God, what a man, I want a son from you. And I want a daughter from you, period, period! Oh God, what a man, I want a son from you. And I want a daughter from you, period, period!
Warm, warm sea,
Hot sun,
Blue, blue waves
And a deserted beach.
Music is next to me,
You are next to me
And all this shore is ours!
When I see you dancing,
baby you make me excited!
When you look so serious,
Baby I love you!
When you gently kiss me,
Baby you thrill me!
But I can't, I can't,
I'm sorry, I can't.
The song flies over the waves,
It flies like a tsynami,
But the ship floats on the
horizon...
What happened to us,
What happened to us?
This question does not give me rest
...
When I see how you dance,
Baby you excite me!
When you look so serious,
Baby I love you!
When you gently kiss me,
Baby you thrill me!
But I can't, I can't,
I'm sorry, I can't.
But I can't, I can't, Fire me, I can't
.
But I can't, I can't,
I'm sorry, I can't.
Your features, your laughter, your gaze Are
beautiful, like the landscape is beautiful
When the
blue expanse of spring is calmly clear
Sadness will disappear ready
In the radiance of your shoulders and hands
Unknown to the beauty of illness
And you are completely healthy
You are in a dress sweet for the eyes
It is such a lively coloring
That the poet dreams of fairy tales
Flowers an incredible dance
I won’t humiliate you by comparison
How good this dress is
Your painted soul
I love you and hate you
I decided to look into the garden
Dragging innate fatigue
And the sun is not familiar with pity The
laughter of the sun tore my chest
I considered spring a daring mockery I
drew an innocent victim
I abused the flower
Offended by the impudent nature
When the harlot night comes
And the coffins voluptuously shudder
to the charms of your person
I do not mind sneaking up in the dusk
So I will take you by surprise Having
taught a cruel lesson
And I will inflict a
gaping wound right in your side
Like a blissful pain is sharp
with Your new lips
Bewitched, like dreams
In them I will spew my poison, sister!
All the guys say to interrupt
That yesterday they saw another with you
That another saw you home He
walked nearby and held his hand tightly
But I don’t believe what they say
All the guys compose about girls
I won’t say anything in response
After all, I don’t want to doubt you
It was just too late It 's dark in the evening
Just two people were returning from the cinema
Anything could be imagined by people
In the evening hour it's so easy to make a mistake
Know that I still love you
And I still want to be with you
And I have no resentment against the guys
Only they say such things in vain
A garden of cherry blossoms of a hut, Slaves sap the beetroots, Freilekhs
dance the lads,
Hang a child of roses -
Crooks flutter over the body.
Mothers sing on the porosi,
Pave the back of sin-Priap,
In the chandelier on the icon - tsap,
Sim'ya supper on the pidloz -
Pair of lubrication katsap.
Americans go to the ATO,
Spive "baby, dont yu land ..."
LunaÑ” spÑ–v beyond the sky,
Tee über alles, my mother is
the Zhidofascist native land
I love my job,
I will come here on Saturday
And of course on Sunday.
Here I will celebrate my birthday,
New Year, March 8,
I will spend the night here tomorrow!
If I don't get sick, I won't lose my temper, I
won't go wild,
Here I will meet all the sunrises,
All the sunsets and greetings.
Horses die from work,
Well, I am an immortal pony!
no time for diabla
ZakarumFoot
aaaaaSHKA
6Kau6
KISfly
greenstyle
MyatKO.
Heart Carver
Goodwin Emerald
ya_RAQ
kot-stargazer
Listen, noobs. You are not unique. The unique beauty of a snowflake is not about you! You are a decaying organic mass, like everything around you. You are a bunch of singing and dancing stools of life! We are all part of one big dunghill.
liberty24
You yourself constitute your world, having consciousness. If you see the world in shit, then it is in shit. I would have seen differently, I would not be in shit. You decide how to relate to the fact that the world is in shit. If you treat badly, you won't like shit. Well - you will be happy that the world around you is in shit, and you yourself want to become shit and you will envy those who are already shit. If you see the participants in the thread as noobs, then you are afraid of death.
bd_sm[TDPG]
Did you hear about the guy who came up with this? They say he was born in a mental hospital. And he only sleeps one hour a night.
Flying man!
Do you know Tyler Durden?
liberty24 16 minutes ago
bd_sm[TDPG]
Did you hear about the guy who
came up with this? They say he
was born in a mental hospital. And he only sleeps
one hour a night.
Flying man!
Do you know Tyler Durden?
Does he have a pooja hook?
I see the strongest men in the world in fight club. Huge potential! And he is wasted. Hell, we work hard in factories and restaurants, bend our backs in offices. We are teased by advertising clothes. We work in shit to buy shit we don't need. We are the stepchildren of history guys. We are not in demand. No Great War, no Great Depression. Our war is a spiritual war, our depression is our destiny.
Television instilled in us the belief that we would all become millionaires, movie stars and rock and roll stars.
Everything is a lie. And we started to realize it. And it infuriates everyone!
Not plagiarism, from the personal writings of youth:
Today is Saturday, almost twelve-
The time has come to figure it all out,
Who am I and why do I live,
For whom do I walk around the world with a smile?
Who loves me and who hates me, Who
sees my best friend in me,
Who will help me in difficult times,
Whom I will never forget in trouble?
With whom will I stay, continuing to live,
Keep friendship and happiness until the end of my days,
Soar in the clouds in dreams inhabited,
Without looking back and knowing for sure
That none of them will exchange my name
For something new, more beautiful,
Down with everything false and lies,
do you trust me?! I'm too...
Suffragille
Listen, bastards. You are not unique. The unique beauty of a snowflake is not about you! You are a decaying organic mass, like everything around you. You are a bunch of singing and dancing stools of life! We are all part of one big dunghill.
liberty24
or so
People are aggregates for processing all sorts of all kinds of food into shit.