He's too good-looking to be a man.

The mistress of the Opiana family had always wanted a girl for a child, but she kept bearing sons after sons. Until one day, she gave birth to a boy who looked like an angel. She had been eager to nurture him as the household's mistress since then, dressing him in girls' attire and even giving him a girl's name. But Judy, as the mother affectionately named him, has another plan in mind. Whose dream will come true?

Don’t you know everything has a price here?

Is it too demanding?

Or

Too unfair to know

What’s inside of it?

Willing to see the world

Isn’t there anything or something without a price tag

Hanging on it

Too much pressure to handle to quit from stress

When we got to the press

We run out of credit

To express our feelings

Whether to know did we ever gonna run out of wealth?

Health and wealth

Got into a race

To see who is the best

When we see the fine line

We decided to do the final test

To inform who got the finalized text

Who is the best in the end?

Nothing wins

This will make people go ahead with the line

At the same time makes jealousy and vividly attracts humans to the sin of poverty

The way you look at each other makes you and me run wild

If I get rough you will never be the same as before

You will be soft as a cloud and will be a servant to me

What kind of cycle are we in and what we have been in?

Still the same routine we paddling around ourselves

When I don’t get comfortable with you or when I don’t get friendly with you you will know who I am

Please don’t get mad at me that’s the way it is and it will always be

I can’t always be good too, everything got both sides to everything

Shows the balance of the path

Will carry act garbages of your mind to the night

When you see us you will see a boy but you will never be able to figure out who I was and who I am now

Beautiful and younger will represent the deep sadness of the height you have been on

Beautiful is the heaviness of beauty we carry on throughout life

Younger makes it even harder to hold on the line

Sometimes somewhere we lose ourselves at the wrong time of the ride

we’re living in a beautiful housein a beautiful citysomewhere on earthwe sleep so lateand woke up so lategot work on our brainlike fly around with a planewe have been waiting for a changegod work on his wayI know the world can be madewhen we ate full of a platehere we are with our friendsdrinking Champagnewe have traveled by trainand landed on Planet AI like when it’s rainand sleeps when it’s latesome places are so greatother places suffer from painsaw everyone alone and scaredpeople work all their life and daydoes it have to be this wayso I took my bike and I raced

WRITTEN BY Banusha Yasminda

I see my soul burning inside of my mindI just closed my eyeswill it go awaywe all find something in the darknessdidn’t see anything crystal clearnever know the roadI knew it’s coming to the beginningwave to my life one dayI’ll save it for one daylet it go, everyone saysworried about thousand times for nothingplease don’t leave me, don’tall we know that , it’s got intermediate beautifulstill the middle of the street

Leiko, a down on his luck member of the Surveyor's Guild, has an opportunity. A competition has arisen to rise through the ranks of the guild. To go from a lowly basement dweller to sitting amongst the plush surroundings of the upper floors.

All he has to do is earn 1000 gold. How hard can that be? After all, it's not like he can stay dead.

These are poems that I have created.

I hope you guys enjoy♡︎

At the height of the third world war, all the fighting ceased suddenly. All the countries of the world had become quiet. Out of the darkness a new breed of creature called Ikimono appeared ravaging mankind like they've never seen before. Now humanity is in it's last stand against itself and the newly discovered monsters of an unknown origin.

Our nihilism blinds us to the glory

That we miss looking at what we should see

The world is filled with beautiful people

Absorb all that and just breathe.

A poem about a magnificent, race-car drivin' woman.