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Home sweet home by Klaus Gehling Joan lived in a smart home. “The coffee is strong!” “Houston, the voice”: “You slept badly.” The fork was vibrating:” You`re eating too fast.” The toaster got advice from the sensor armband: “Joan gaining weight!” “Schedule?” “Ready.” “Tom and I want to have a baby.” “Not yet, the ovulation calendar will keep you informed. Go to the gym instead.” But Joan didn’t. Next day the toaster refused to work, the refrigerator was beeping “Out of order”; her blocked car sounded:” Ask Houston.” Joan decided to move into the garden shed. “I just need a home!” “Houston, we have a problem.” 2. Mask, the racoon by Klaus Gehling I caught mask in a trap. He was a special kind of gardener: “Eat and destroy!” Mask hissed at me. What a fighter! In a remote forest in front of a hut he refused to get out. But I turned thEconomy recovery! e trap on its head and he dropped down. He started to run around the hut repeatedly, looking at me reproachfully: This forest is not my home! “Nor is my garden your home. Grow up and stop running”! He didn`t, so I went away. After months my wife said:” Mask is back.” I, sighed: “Not a fighter, just a wimp.”

 Hello Everyone, my name is Mark. I'm a Student, i'm in class two, the fifth grade, is eleven years old. I like to play computer. I'm very Friendly.


 Hello Everyone, my name is Mark. I'm a Student, i'm in class two, the fifth grade, is eleven years old. I like to play computer. I'm very Friendly.


There came upon a moment

Of which I always dreaded,

Your love for me, I felt

Was a dream far-fetched..

Was ‘true love’ a myth?

I pondered for a brief while..

which one amongst us

Had to walk that extra mile ?

In a blaze of moment,

you uttered you’ll leave me..

It anguished my soul within and,

I marvelled wont you ever need me ???

Time would heal the torment,

I say to myself with a sigh..

But your crude words encase me..

though our love should never die

Now everything became very clear the France Charlie Hebdo newspaper practiced the media terrorism under the name of freedom of expression , what do you think ?



 every of us is an actor,today maybe i am a nice guy but yesterday i was so bad.today i am  a winner ,next day i'm a loser .we can't stop changing roles even when we don't know.if it is what i call life i would rather die but i am such a hypocrite,what i am doing isn't the same as what i said, the evidence is i still here and write something now.

 yesterday i was a stupid then to a dreamer,i led my friends took a totally wrong bus,but i thought different,i imagined it as a dead train(i wanna  call it 99train) ,once i take it can never come back.i imagined the sky turn black ,the driver turned to a skydiver,then to survivor,die into breakdown.i saw some different eyes,hear different voice,''tracy come back."i know it is time,goodbye 99 train,goodbye skydiver.
today i am a drugster(瘾君子),un-ecstatic , a drug addict  locked in the attic,strung out and spellbound,i fight all through the night but i made it alive.the fight is so hard,so hard,with my hair dishevelled ,leaving my healing hurt with a new scar though i gonna survive. i am still a loser ,however,i wasted too much.finally i give in ,i can just waiting for next day,what my role is.

i want to tell you this is your fault ,i will never trust because you make me lair,i saw your dad when he died he was told me don't leave her she is alone,i promise him but now you are not alone i met him in my dream he told me leave her and forget her.....

I know about myself 

I know when I speak  the truth 

I know when I spoke lies 

Even when inside I dream of being myself.

And I know I'm not a liar. I'm not a lie. 

I'm real and true, 

especially when I am courageous. 

Especially when I give me value.

Wow, I found a conclusion: be brave is never to pretend, but to show who we are, to admit about what we really believe, even if others do not agree with us.

And courage is mixed with love. It is impossible to separate from It. Courage without Love is like a dead human. Courage is mixed with gentleness, patience and respect because we know: not always we think the same, but we can have peace.

this is my second poetry book


poems about Egyptian revolution and romace poems


I hope you will love my poetry - creative writings




 i don't know what i am doing!why i will feel so sad cause those little things,if i am walking to the way that i don't like,become a ridiculous people even i don't like don't understand myself.if this is true me?if so i look down upon myself go to the oppsite way,i wanna say sorry

 or it kills me  it makes me stronger!!!!!!!!!!!!

 or it kills me or it makes me stronger!!!!!!!!!!!!