annual poetry competition

Not to fall into the cycle of reincarnation within the vast world, The heart transmits the Dao among humans. Willing to wield a sword to end myriad calamities, Exchange ruthlessness for a world of emotions!

[Warning: Some content in the novel may be upsetting to some readers. Contents include injuries, sickness, mental health, intense medication, fight scenes, and intense gore. Lastly, this novel is a semi-reality dark fantasy trope. Read at your own risk.] Chapters and Release: Release days: Everyday Release time: 3pm UTC Status: Unedited. (Will edit after main story conclusion. Specifically from the start.) *** Synopsis: A fifteen-year-old schoolgirl happens to find herself approached by a strange woman after a rough day—who happens to know her plans on running away. Astonished, she tried to interrogate, but ended up getting dragged into another universe and another world. There, she finds out that experiments are being ran on fourteen other candidates set aside for her. Being the last candidate, she is told that she might be the first one to face demise. But she is determined to find out what is up with this facility. Eventually, she comes across an astonishing fact—that this whole world and setting is similar to that of a book she read during her younger days. And the protagonist happened to be her own cousin, who also killed her at the near end of the novel. *** (Prologue) Listen... No one is judging no one here. And so am I. The world has been cruel these days. Being modern means being rude to people on the street who are below your rank—That is what they believe. I find this all frustrating, why move with a state of mind that could as well kill you someday. You don't know if this person is a lawyer, a far relative, a doctor, a politician. But you already get the gist, don't you? And like any other teenagers my age, I really want to run away from all this. It's not like I am an orphan or from a poor household. I am from a family which is a standard class in economical terms in this world. And yet, I want to run away. Haha! Anyways. I did succeed. I wonder at what cost? I am away from all that hostility of course... But now I am in another world. Not reincarnated. Not transmigrated to another body. I am with my own soul in my original body, but in another world. This world... is weird. Thinking back, I remember reading a strange book when I was young. This book actually speaks about this world. I am a character there. Funnier thing, I don't know what is up with it either. It appears to me that the writer decided they want to see the 'live-action' version of it. So now... I am the actor playing my own character.

its anything that you want it to be its meant for your feelings to just let lose

I hope you read, and when you read I hope you find that aching- that longing in you. I hope to light a spark of love in everyone who reads me, that will forge a fire of self love- together we can raise Mother Earth higher.

A collection of poems that I enjoy. Some are poems; some are quotes. They aren't mine--all credit where credit is due. There's no actual lead or genre since there isn't a true plot.

This is my first poetry to my BFF, written on March 7th, 2023. Peach blossom bloomed as gorgeous as bloom rain By: Amoureax Amant Peach blossom bloomed as gorgeous as bloom rain, at branch in full peach blossom on mountain, but left tree branch with wind through amber lake, toward fragrant sea like drifting snowflake. Just left when butterfly danced through peach tree, just left when hummingbird echoed with bee, when rising sun turned dark cloud peach blossom, when drifting rain fell from misty cloud dome. What if peach blossom stayed till September, peach blossom might neither dance through water, nor travel with light breeze through small arbor, toward vast sea like boat sailed from harbor. What if peach asked of peach blossom's journey, here's the answer, freer than in valley.

This is my second poetry to my BFF, written on October 28th, 2023. I envied redwood stretched toward heaven By: Amoureax Amant I envied redwood stretched toward heaven, whose branch in branch like hand in cloud ocean, whose leaves like thread weaved curtain covered sky, whose spot like stage light lit for butterfly. I envied stray bird hummed with bugs echo, whose siren song spread through redwood shadow, whose feather swirled like lone-drifting snowflake, whose wings like flash slipped through green amber lake. I envied cowboy rode through siren sight, whose horse ran on green sea plain at twilight, whose gun aimed at wild deer in green forest, whose bonfire cooked deer meat in light gauze mist. I envied fish blew bubble in amber, whose bubble bloomed as gorgeous as flower.

Where there is sadness, happiness, or emotions, There is blue.

It's just poetry I wanted to share with you

Poetry ••• Aimless. I guess that's what I am. There's no place I'd like to arrive at. So that makes me aimless. My feet start to ache. I don't want to walk anymore. I'm so very tired you see. I'm urged to keep on moving. Even if it's painful. I want to stop and ponder. Maybe think of where I'll end. What will happen if my feet grow roots. They usher me forward. Hands pushing against my back. I don't want to walk anymore. Upon this dusty path. My feet are dirty and tired you see. Good sir, please allow me rest. I'm urged to keep on moving. Regardless of my health. Since they push me to walk forward. I guess that I'll walk sideways. Aimlessly in the dust. I guess that's what I am. Aimless.