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[batsies-little-monster]

I'm feeling the BruDick & Batjokes Solidarity in this Chili's tonight

You can't separate shipping from Cold War Era Moral Panic in America because it infested all of Pop-Culture at the time. Ignoring outside of comics context for these ships is doing yourself a disservice. Both ships are in essence fighting the same fight and have been since the '66 TV show. Bruce Wayne Gay since before Adam West graced us on screen. Nobody here is winning a moral crusade by reheating the homophobic sentiment that there's something wrong with people for shipping either of these ships.

[ozymoron]

maybe im a whore but i wanna hug him and like slowly move my hands up his back and like feel his back and shoulder muscles bht llike maybe im just a slut idk

[polish-lyric-translations]

Jesteśmy na wczasach (We are on a vacation)

by Wojciech Młynarski

Behind the windows - night, in the mountains - snow covers all

Only devil can know, what force threw me into this health resort

Crowd on the dance floor, a crowd of vacationers entwined tightly

I'm sitting here alone, and in front of me - the male orchestra

Man who plays the bass, knows it's about the time that someone drunk

Will feel sensitive calling and the Góral* dances will begin

The dance is worth a góral**, when you are lucky, when the girl sings

The man with the bass knowsthis well so he smiles and, in a moment...

"For the nicest lady Krysia, from the third turnus***,

From handsome mister Waldek, pucio, pucio**** -

We are on a vacation, in these Góral woods,

In the warm sunlight we bathe

The orchestra pfays***** energetic beguine

It's not your pfault, that I'm pflirting with you"

That lady Krysia, lady Krysia is a queen of many turnus seasons

And every year, at exactly this time, she comes here - to resort "The Eagle"

Patients' dreamy sights

Follow her every gesture and step

Behind the windows - night, in the mountains - plenty of snow hangs from the branches

Only devil can know that the bassist is also in love with Krysia

Devil only knows, what price he pays to, every day,

Take the double bass and, calming down himself, announce like so

"For the nicest lady Krysia, from the third turnus,

From the nicest, obliviously and surely, mister Mietek, pucio, pucio -

We are on a vacation, in these Góral woods,

In the warm sunlight we bathe -"

And lady Krysia, lady Krysia, with mister Mietek, who have just joined her

Wandered the floor in all directions but she never even glanced at the orchestra

From where the bassist's dreamy sight

Followed her every gesture and step

Behind the windows - night, in the mountains - snow covers all

The whole resort sleeps and among others dreams also our bassist

That around him - the buzz, on the floor - the crowd, forehead to forehead

And he throws the bass aside, and he has a flame in his eyes, and he yells

"Calm, orchestra!

Now... For the nicest lady Krysia from the third turnus - from me

Lady Krysia... I love you! That's all..."

Hahaha, what had happened next, what had happened!

Half of the resort patients were convulsing with laughter

And the poor people would convulse completely, if the bassist didn't finally wake up...

Because sometimes we have stupid dreams but then we wake up and...

"For the nicest lady Krysia, from the third turnus,

From the nicest, obliviously and surely, mister Waldek, pucio (snif), pucio (snif)

We are on a vacation, in these Góral woods..."

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*Góral - Polish highlander, from Tatra region

**góral - slang name for a, then used, 5 zł coin, featuring a Góral

***"turnus" - an organized, paid form of active rehabilitation in Poland, combined with recreation

****pucio-pucio - negative term for an older man flirting with women in health resorts

***** Said with a lisp

Za oknami noc, w górach śniegu moc okrywa wszystko

Czort jedyny wie, co rzuciło mnie w to uzdrowisko

Na parkiecie tłum, wczasowiczów tłum spleciony gęsto

Siedzę tutaj sam, a przed sobą mam orkiestrę męską

Typ, co szarpie bas wie, że nadszedł czas, gdy w kimś na bańce

Czuła struna drgnie i rozpoczną się góralskie tańce

Jest górala wart taniec, gdy masz fart, gdy dziewczę kwili

Z basem typ to wie, więc uśmiecha się i już po chwili

Dla sympatycznej panny Krysi z turnusu trzeciego

Od przystojnego pana Waldka, pucio, pucio

Jesteśmy na wczasach w tych góralskich lasach

W propieniach słonecznych opalamy się

Orkiestra przygryfa sykocznego begina

To nie Twoja fina, sze podryfam Cię

Ta panna Krysia, panna Krysia królowała na turnusach nie od dzisiaj

A każdego roku właśnie o tej porze przyjeżdżała tu, do pensjonatu "Orzeł"

Kuracjuszy rozmarzony wzrok

Śledził wciąż jej każdy gest i krok

Za oknami noc, w górach śniegu moc na drzewach wisi

Czort jedyny wie, że basista też się kocha w Krysi

Wie jedyny czort, co kosztuje to, by wciąż od nowa

Brać kontrabas i tłumiąc pożar krwi tak anonsować

Dla sympatycznej panny Krysi z turnusu trzeciego

Od sympatycznego oczywiście niewątpliwie pana Mietka, pucio, pucio

Jesteśmy na wczasach w tych góralskich lasach

W propieniach słonecznych opalapy się

A panna Krysia, panna Krysia z panem Mietkiem, co się tuż przed chwilą przysiadł

Przemierzała wzdłuż i wszerz parkietu przestrzeń, ale nigdy nie spojrzała ku orkiestrze

Skąd basisty rozmarzony wzrok

Śledził wciąż jej każdy gest i krok

Za oknami noc, w górach śniegu moc okrywa wszystko

Cały turnus śpi, a wśród innych śni i nasz basista

Że dokoła szum, na parkiecie tłum, przy czołach czoła

A on rzuca bas i ma w oczach blask i głośno woła

"Spoko orkiestra!

Teraz dla sympatycznej panny Krysi z turnusu trzeciego ode mnie

Panno Krysiu, kocham panią! Wszystko"

Co to się działo, co się działo!

Uzdrowiska pół ze śmiechu sie skręcało

I skręciło by do końca biednych ludzi, gdyby wreszcie się basista nie obudził

Bo miewamy często głupie sny, ale potem się budzimy i

Dla sympatycznej panny Krysi z turnusu trzeciego

Od sympatycznego niewątpliwie, pana Waldka, pucio pucio

Jesteśmy na wczasach w tych góralskich lasach

[obstructed-birdsong]

I feel like any bear therians who haven’t heard this song yet will appreciate it.

And here comes black bear now, crashing through the brush Unfazed by thorns and branches that would hurt me to the touch In pursuit of some small animal; the food chain is a truth And the bear has the advantage of the massive claw and tooth

But he'll also stop for berries or honey from the bees Or nuts that he can shake down from the canopy of trees And afterwards he'll have his choice from any stream to drink While I fill up another cup from my old kitchen sink And if he wants, he'll have a nap and dream his black bear dreams That I could only dream of like I dream to drink from streams And as he sleeps, he hears a breeze and knows that he is safe While I'm sleeping with the fan on to drown out my lack of faith

[henhaim]

Exploring writing, unkown intercourse

Eist est varu notri camo votri.

Est valumir, est sapienti ino formati est varus.

 est sapienti varus ino satie(t)  Vona est begina, ot(r)o est vest, no(t)ri vari  Notri est vest sapien, otri est nogun satie, hagmun vasi.  One who wishes, the desire unleashes.  One who seek, strength hath been given.  Garment is for the speak, in meaning of heed.  For one who lost, has acquired.  And for one who chooses, shall dequire.  He who wield shall seek, and he who hath bringeth, hast done the worse.  For the garment who chooses, hath been therefore time.  For nothing is given, unless taken, of willness desire.  For one who doeth good, shall serve the Lord.  And he, who shall done evil, shall save the world.  For he who hath asketh, shall be delivered evil unto good.  For he who saves the world, hath been saveth, by the worser of his time.  For he who hath done evil, shall deliver the good,  and he who hath done good, shall deliver the evil.  For one of the same, hath been aroused in the likeness of both,  evil as far good, all hath been done once acquired in the tree.

 For he who shall seek good, shall fill evil,  and he, who thou hath been done, shall heat.  For the fire of evil, is the fire of eyes.  And the water of good, is the body of fire.  For earth hath been bringeth together, for  the fire of the earth, hath been lit by the  fire of the sky.  And he who serves good, shall deliver evil.  For them, one must seek wisdom, in the  delivering of the firing eyes, so that  he who takes, shall be delivered from it.  For one must find, what is done, in the  fire of god; And one must seek fiercely for it.  As one who hath the fire, shall bring justice, to  the one who seek life, for he who hath been done  justice, shall seek redemption, for one who seeks,  seeks god. As the one who hath done, hath been in  God.

I have been writing what I don't know, with the costume of knowing. And that can be called unknown intercourse, as much as I intended, I've not knowing what is writing before written. That probably have a name already. For as I have understand it, writing does compose the feeling of a unexpressed idea; idea for it turns out, that it is a experience that comes through you, and the idea expresses itself as a composure of feelings towards an ideal, and that idea is the exposure that the soul had once experienced the ideal composure of understanding. Why composure? For as far I can tell, things are experienced for the inner state of morality, as far that it reaches the accord of itself, the morality has a point of understanding. And that understanding is what makes us express the ideals of ourselves, through the moral willness of composure, in a state of being that does not deny itself.

For once I have known, that what I write, is a mixture of knowing with the unknown, I have made the order into chaos. And that have brought relief into my soul, that it gave me the understanding that I needed, in order to live in a unknowingly understand of reality.

I've no idea of what to write, and have no idea of where is writing, but as far as I realized it and intended to order, that is good, to write.

Once I intend to write, the writing does to. And that writing that it does to, it comes to be written in my words. For words, are precisely the mere fact of my reality, which compose itself, for the equivalence of it. And now, I come to understand, that all that is written is intended to be written in myself, as an expressed ideal of the equivalence function of the world; as I, myself, is a expressed ideal of the world, of which I have been expressing it to me, I have composed myself to understand the world which lives in me, by partaking the deal of a living world. In a mere expressing of ideas of the world, I have made myself certain of the life which I want, and that is the ideal that I confine myself into, by living it in the quest of desiring the world anew, in manner of which I live to; I live perhaps then, in the chances of a world of which lifes are taken into, by living the utmost course of life. And that is, the life that is given to me, through myself, as the world.

Again, I haven't notice what is been written, but accordant to write, I have been given the time to understand, that what is written, is myself understood unknowingly.

I write, then I probably should do something with it. That is felt, in the world of ideas which dostoevsky have said: 'For as along that man exists, he shall destroy and create. Only if man dares to be still, he dares to create and destroy unwillingly.' As long that I understood so far, that is where writing comes forward, either unwillingly or not, it creates and destroys; but either you want it or not, man must live as so far that he lives, and that doesn't need to be unwillingly of unconscious, as so far that he takes the unconsciousness as an act to live, he lives along it. That so far, it seems a remark of unknowable life, as a remark, that life takes in writing. In so far that the choice is made for unknowingly purpose, writing takes the form of art, and that for itself, is beautiful as mysterious as it is.

So I do enjoy writing in a unknowable resolve, which myself partake the life in writing the ordeal of ideas.

I could as well say that I don't write, but I feel into writing.

As far as I know, there is no limits into feeling, as well may be writing.

I've been writing, and yet I do not know it before it had camed into knowing, and that amazes me, for what is unknown is knowing to me.

All this seemed like a confession of a writer to me, it seems like it I've been written myself.

[pamenan]

,,BREAKING NEWS"

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DI PANGKALAN DERMAGA KAPAL PARA NELAYAN MEREKA BICARA BAGAIKAN ANGIN BEREMBUS

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UTUSAN RAKYAT : di areal ini agaknya mungkin mereka tidak mengetahui bahwa saya sebagai insan Jurnalis. Karena ketika saya disana saya tampilkan Pormalitas saya sebagai Tukang Ojek, maka dari itu mereka tidak merasa silu dan segan bicara tentang Calon Gubernur Kepri dan Bupati Bintan. Ada yang menanyakan apakah Muhamad Rudi calon Gubernur kite itu udah datang ke Pulau Mapur. Salah seorang warga Mapur mengatakan tak datang pun Muhamd Rudi ke Mapur kite tetap pilih die katanya. Karene waktu Beliau belum lagi mendaftarkan diri calon Gubernur Kepri saye dan kawan kawan dah dapat base basi Dana Rp. 1.000.000,- (sejuta rupiah) ketike saye datang ke Batam tempo hari, dengan carenye Muhamd Rudi begitu terhadap saye, saye sudah merase terutang Budi baik denganye, bukan soal nilai angke Duit yang diberikanya pade saye, tetapi dari care sikapnye yang terbace iklas memberikan bantuan pade saye kata seorang warga Mapur itu.

Kalau masaalah Bupati Bintan macam mane pulak kesahnye boleh Roby Kurniawan tu lawan kota kosong katanya. Kalau soal itu saye tak paham kata warga Mapur itu. Lalu saya lunasi pertanyaan masyarakat Pulau itu tentang Bupati Bintan. Begina bang kata saya, sebab Roby Kurniawan itu bisa lawan kota kosong, karena segala Bendera Partai pendukung telah diborong dibeli oleh Robi Kurniawan. Mak bukan sedikit Duitnye tu ye kata warga Pulau itu, bise die beli semuwe Bendera Partai Pendukung tentulah banyak Duitnye tu. Kata saya soal Duit masaalah kecil bagi Roby itu, selagi Pertambangan pasir ilegal masih bergerak berjalan di Galang Batang Duit tetap ada, belum lagi pangkas sana sini Dana buat Pembangunan dan Dana Pendidikan serta Dana Kesehatan Kabupaten Bintan kata saya. Kalau soal Roby lawan kotak Kosong pilih saja kotak kosong itu kata saya, boleh itu Pak katanya pada saya. Bolehlah kan sudab dikatakanya lawan Roby Kurniawan itu Kotak kosong. Dan kalau kotak Kosong itu menang Pemerintah Pusat akan arahkan anggota Pemerintah Sipil (ASN) dari Pusat untuk Menghandel pergerkan Pemerintah Kabupaten Bintan kata saya. Ehh bapak ini tau pulak dengan Program Pemerintah, siape bapak ini yang sebenarnye, saya hanya tukang Ojek kata saya pada mereka - Editor By MKN.

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Muhamad Rudi Calon Gubernur Kepri

[vexter-the-comedian]

*He pouts a bit and grabs some bottles* "Like I said, beginas' luck"

*Vexter was in the hotel lobby when he heard an unfamiliar woman voice singing*

*He looks up from the TV over to where the singing was coming from. It was as unnerving as it was strangely beautiful* "What in the woirld....?"

[purplepanda-marvel-leaks]

X-MEN '97 LEAK

E1: To Me, My X-Men

E2: Mutant Liberation Begina

E3: Fire Made Flesh

E4: Motendo

E5: Remember It

E6: Bright Eyes

E7: Shine With Strength Reborn

E8: Tolerance Is Extinction - Part 1

E9: Tolerance Is Extinction - Part 2

E10: Tolerance Is Extinction - Part 3

[dalamnyalautan]

Aku kadang beneran berharap nggak mikir sebanyak ini. Aku harap aku punya keahlian untuk menghentikan kebisingan di kepalaku.

Besok ada 1:1 sama Bubos. Kayaknya dia akan nanya lagi soal kabar dan ada masalah apa, apa yang bisa dibantu dll. Gua berada di titik lelah ditanyain gitu. Gua nggak tau, gua eneg. Kerjaan sebenernya nggak banyak, tapi berantakan. Gua nggak bisa nggak ngerapiin. Gua juga masih bikin konten. Gua cape harus ngejelasin ulang-ulang lagi. Gua cape rapat-rapat mulu tiap hari nggak selesai-selesai. Tiap hari rapat buat apa kalo nggak ada yang bisa dikerjain karena kebanyakan rapat dan koordinasi. Gua eneg banget. Gua cape. Gua pengen kerja biasa aja. Gua nggak bisa nunjuk ina inu begina beginu ke Bubos, karena bisa jadi ini cuma pemikiran gua doang yang berisik dan dia itu bukan psikolog gua. Kita udah sama-sama tahu bahwa gua punya tendensi untuk bercerita terlalu banyak dan “tidak punya nilai guna”. Jadi, mending gua diem dibanding orang-orang kritik gua saat mental gua nggak dalam keadaan baik-baik saja. Gua pengen jadi karyawan yang biasa-biasa aja.

Aku nggak yakin pengen punya pacar. Satu hari lebih gua nggak menghubungi dia dan gua biasa aja. Nggak cemas gimana-gimana banget. Paling emang iya sih kepikiran kayak “nanti dia marah apa lagi ya?”, “nanti dia bakal nuduh gua apa lagi ya?”, “nanti dia bakal ngatain gua apa lagi ya?”. Mungkin omongannya tidak seberbahaya itu, cuma gua emang berada di titik di mana gua nggak bisa dikritik karena sekarang ini gua dalam status “menyelamatkan diri”. Mental gua cape tapi gua nggak berada di posisi yang bisa merehatkan mental gua dengan baik. Gua sedang marah dan rasanya ingin sekali untuk destruktif tapi mending gua tidur atau kerja. Pelariannya gitu-gitu lagi.

Gua kangen sama temen-temen gua di kantor sebelomnya. Hari Senen meski drama, tapi gua selalu menanti. Gua seneng bisa ketemu temen gua. Tapi, ya itu di kantor ini aku nggak punya temen. Trus, saat ingin mencari temen baru, ya dianggapnya selingkuhlah apalah. Mental yang lelah ini bikin gua makin males mempertahankan atau menjaga hubungan dengan orang lain. Rasanya cuma pengen putus hubungan sama semuanya trus udah gua main aja sendiri dan seneng-seneng sendiri aja. Gua cape banget harus menuhin ekspektasi orang. Gua tahu harusnya gua nggak gitu. Tapi, lu orang taulah, ngomong itu lebih gampang dari ngelakuinnya. Gua mencoba, terus mencoba, tapi kenyataannya emang susah.

Afirmasi diri selalu gua coba lakukan. Nggak apa ya, Bun, kalau nggak punya temen di kantor. Nggak semua orang kantor itu cocok untuk diajak temenan. Bisnis aja seperti biasa. Kerja seperti biasa. Dengan kayak gitu, lu juga bisa lebih jernih pikirannya untuk ambil keputusan. Nggak usah nggak enak karena mereka temen lu. Mereka juga nggak mau temenan sama lu, jadi nggak usah maksa juga. Nggak semua orabng bisa jadi temen lu. Ini penolakan halus, sama kayak waktu bulan Juni dia menghilang. Mungkin 3 tahun lagi, baru membaik kayak dia sekarang. Ramahnya sama kayak waktu 3 tahun lalu. Bisa jadi karena dia udah punya pacar sekarang. Gua turut berbahagia kok. Seriusan. Nggak ada dendam apa gimana. Gua udah ikhlas. Meski kadang masih kepikiran aja gitu kenapanya dia ninggalin gua tanpa alasan padahal dia udah janji untuk bilang dan dia bersikap seperti ada minat. Kan kejadian kantor ini sama. Ya gitulah, mungkin emang gua harus olahraga dan lari lagi. Saat itu, lari bikin gua turun sampe berapa ya. 72kg. Mungkin itu lebih baik ya. Dibanding gua stres kepikiran mulu.

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BALIPORTALNEWS.COM, DENPASAR - Sekolah Menengah Pertama (SMP) Negeri 5 Denpasar (Spenma) menggelar acara kreativitas yang bertajuk ‘Strengthen Creativity and Local Wisdom for Denpasar’ (Penguatan Kreativitas dan Kearifan Lokal Demi Denpasar Jaya) di Ruang Taksu, Gedung Dharma Negara Alaya Denpasar, Minggu (5/3/2023).  Meskipun diselenggarakan oleh level SMP, pertunjukan acaranya luar biasa, dan komprehensif. Hadir dalam acara pembukaan Sekda Kota Denpasar, IB Alit Wiradana, Ketua Komisi III DPRD Kota Denpasar, Eko Supriadi, Ketua TP PKK, Ny. Sagung Antari Jaya Negara, Ketua DWP, Ny. IA Widnyani Wiradana. Pada acara ‘Strengthen Creativity and Local Wisdom for Denpasar’ ditampilkan berbagai pertunjukan seni dan kreativitas seluruh civitas akademika di SMP Negeri 5 Denpasar. Acara tersebut diawali dengan penandatanganan MoU Sister School dengan SMP PGRI 8 Denpasar dan SMP Bintang Persada Denpasar. Kreativitas civitas akademika Spenma yang ditampilkan yakni Paduan Suara SMP Negeri 5 Denpasar, Paskibra SMP Negeri 5 Denpasar, atraksi Wushu dari Sasana Wushu Sinar Naga Cao Fuk Miao, Tari Kolaborasi SMP PGRI 8 Denpasar, Garapan Musikal Tari Kreasi Profil Pelajar Pancasila, Tari Wonderland Indonesia, Pidato Anti-Perundungan oleh siswa kelas VII, Musikalisasi puisi, Dance Kreasi Siswa SMP Negeri 5 Denpasar, dan penampilan band Seven Tone dan Crash Minor. Acara utama dalam kegiatan ini adalah peluncuran tari maskot SMP Negeri 5 Denpasar ‘Tari Panca Bayu Jayanthi’. Tari ini ditarikan oleh 45 penari dan para penabuh yang merupakan guru, pegawai, dan siswa SMP Negeri 5 Denpasar. “Tari ini terinspirasi dari kehebatan Ibu Bintang Puspayoga sebagai pencetus tarian Maskot Kota Denpasar, kami juga bermaksud menciptakan warisan non-benda berupa tarian Maskot SMP Negeri 5 Denpasar, yaitu Tari Panca Bayu Jayanthi,” kata Kepala SMP Negeri 5 Denpasar, Dr. Putu Eka Juliana Jaya, SE., M.Si. Menurutnya, tari maskot SMP Negeri 5 Denpasar, Tari Panca Bayu Jayanthi, telah mendapatkan sertifikat Surat Pencatatan Ciptaan dari Kementerian Hukum dan Hak Asasi Manusia Republik Indonesia Nomor 000450084 tertanggal 18 Februari 2023. “Tarian ini mencerminkan spirit, semangat, harapan, dan cita-cita luhur bagi kesuksesan semua siswa yang mengenyam pendidikan di SMP Negeri 5 Denpasar. Kami melakukan semua langkah perencanaan yang dianggap perlu demi terwujudnya ide menjadi nyata,” ujar Putu Eka Juliana Jaya. Dijelaskan, proses penciptaan musik melibatkan seniman tabuh profesional. Proses penciptaan tari juga melibatkan seniman tari profesional. Seluruh siswa, guru, pegawai yang memiliki kemampuan dalam hal tabuh dan tari juga turut dilibatkan. “Kerja keras, kerja sama, dan kolaborasi, loyalitas, serta dedikasi yang luar biasa dari semua pihak, akhirnya mampu melahirkan sebuah maha karya seni Tari Kebesaran (Maskot) SMP Negeri 5 Denpasar ‘Panca Bayu Jayanthi’,” tandasnya. Sebagai bagian dari Implementasi Kurikulum Merdeka, pada kegiatan ‘Strengthen Creativity and Local Wisdom for Denpasar’ ini juga diselenggarakan pameran Showcase Projek Penguatan Profil Pelajar Pancasila (P5) di sebelah utara Ruang Taksu. Terdapat stand-stand pameran dengan tema Kewirausahaan dan Anti Bullying. Stand Kewirausahaan menyediakan berbagai produk yang merupakan hasil belajar siswa kelas 7 berupa stand yang menjual Tipat Cantok, Rujak, Minuman, Jaja Bali Batun Bedil, dan Jaja Begina. Dalam stand Anti Bullying, dipamerkan berbagai poster dan stiker terkait kampanye anti bullying (perundungan) di sekolah. Sebab, perundungan merupakan salah satu dari 3 dosa besar dalam dunia pendidikan seperti yang disampaikan Menteri Nadiem Makarim. Sementara itu, Sekda Kota Denpasar, IB Alit Wiradana menyampaikan kegiatan ini selaras dengan visi Kota Denpasar yaitu Mewujudkan Kota Kreatif Berbasis Budaya Menuju Denpasar Maju dengan dilandasi Spirit Vasudhaiva Kutumbakam. Penerapan nilai-nilai kearifan lokal dalam kehidupan sehari-hari dapat memberikan pendidikan yang bermutu, serta membentuk siswa menjadi generasi yang mampu bersaing di era globalisasi saat ini. “Kreativitas siswa-siswi SMPN 5 Denpasar yang ditampilkan dalam kegiatan ini telah menjadi media pembelajaran inovasi nyata dalam mem-back up hasrat generasi muda dalam berkarya, berkreasi, dan berkiprah, utamanya dalam melakukan ekspresi seni dan budaya yang dapat memperkaya asset/warisan tak-benda Kota Denpasar,” ujarnya. (bpn) Read the full article

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I Do Prefer The Night

I Do Prefer The Night - A Poem #poem #poetry #WritingCommunity #night #anxiety #stars

Hi everyone, I hope you’re all well. I’m sharing a poem with you again today. I hope you enjoy it! I Do Prefer The Night I long for the calm of night to beginAs silvery moonlight grazes my skinAnd soothes the anxious fiend withinOh, I do prefer the night I stare up at myriad shades of blackWith the burning stars all staring backAnd forget all things my life may lackOh, I’m welcomed by the…

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This Poem is a Coffin

“This Poem is a Coffin” This poem is a coffin, Where my thoughts of you Die to live again. The words have been Written out of spite And heartbreak Longing and tears. I dip my pen into The ink and begin A conversation with Myself and my dreams. I paint a picture of you, With adjectives and phrases, Lyrics that describe the beauty Of your smile and the Richness of your eyes. I see your face forming Before me and I cry through The pain, Trying not to fall in love again. Because to fall for you, Is to open myself up And feel the bloody stings Of Cupid’s arrows Piercing my heart once more. I sit back and read The mosaic of roses and Yearning that is the depth of My love for you. And our song plays over And over in the background, Justifying the truth in them. I close my eyes and imagine You’re here. Holding me, Wanting me, Loving me like you used to. But you are so far away From me and everything we once Were. And here I am, Dancing alone with your memory, Still feeling the ghost of your Kiss on my cheek. ©️KVP Art: Le Grebe (NAELOJ.DEVIANTART.COM) Prompt: “This poem is a coffin.” “Written out of spite.” “A conversation” “Trying not to fall in love.” “Mosaic” “Dancing alone” #promptsbyjasmine

This poem is a coffin,Where my thoughts of youDie to live again. The words have beenWritten out of spiteAnd heartbreakLonging and tears. I dip my pen intoThe ink and beginA conversation withMyself and my dreams. I paint a picture of you,With adjectives and phrases,Lyrics that describe the beautyOf your smile and theRichness of your eyes. I see your face formingBefore me and I cry throughThe…