briefly write poetry prize

Lin Chuan, a struggling writer, finally got his golden finger—the Career Life Experience System. Randomly experiencing a profession, after the experience is over, novels will be generated based on Lin Chuan's experiences. But Lin Chuan found that the professions he experienced were all too sketchy! Swindler, Assassin, Hacker, Touch Gold Captain... Corresponding novels were born: “Swindler,” “Hacker Kingdom,” “Touch Gold Notes,” and others came into existence. Before he knew it, his works became popular. Selected reader comments: “This book describes things too realistically, this is definitely an autobiography!” “With you confessing and me confessing, Mr. Lin will end up in prison sooner or later.” “Author Lin Chuan (×), Suspect Mr. Lin (√)” Unexpectedly, the reader's prophecy has come true! The police showed up, “We suspect you're involved in serious illegal and criminal activities!” Lin Chuan, “Huh?” The police, “The crimes in your novels, they're your actual deeds, right?” Lin Chuan's vision went dark. Done for, I've written myself into the station, but I'm really not a criminal suspect!!!!!!

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

To escape a poisonous snake, Milo Hartley must beg a lion to save him. “Milo, crawl here. Show him who you belong to!” _Nero Hartley “Well, stay still. Be a big boy, for once. Tell him who you will choose.” _Salvatore Portello, looking at Milo, who sat on his lap, his large hand gripping Milo’s hip possessively. *** Milo is cursed. Since he was seven years old, he has seen the exact day people will die. After his family died in an accident he predicted, he was sold to the Hartley family as an omen of bad luck. For thirteen years, he lived as a toy for the sadistic Nero Hartley, enduring constant humiliation. Now, Nero is trading him to Salvatore Portello, a ruthless Mafia boss who just killed his own uncle to take the throne. To escape Nero’s obsession, Milo risks everything. He kneels before Salvatore and begs for protection. Milo doesn’t know which is more dangerous: the snake or the lion. But now, both have claimed him. One with a dark obsession, the other with a lethal protection. ⚠️ Warning ⚠️ What to expect: -R18+ -Graphic violence and humiliation in the early chapters and recur throughout the story. -Sweet and dark romance between our leads. -Kink: BDSM play mostly consensual. -Smut, explicit adult content that is part to the plot.

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

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"