Sometimes you have a lot to say but no one to say all to 
so you write to release all those emotions that you are feeling 
and  I am not any different just another,

"mindless person with their mindful creation."


Hello to the Daredevil who opened this book.

This setsuka and I am here with my poems which I would really like to share with all of those who have just stumbled across this little black book of mine.

Hope you enjoy them
if you like them please make sure to leave a comment they mean a lot to me.❤️❤️

(p.s. This is a book meant for poems at it is not a story.)

poetry is a beautiful thing.
this is a small compilation of short poems.
it's simple; unlike life.

"Even our shadow desolates us as the darkness descends. "
It is a book of Poems and Proses. It is based on love-hate kind of relationships and the despair that is hidden behind beautiful words.

"Even our shadow desolates us as the darkness descends. "
It is a book of Poems and Proses. It is based on love-hate kind of relationships and the despair that is hidden behind beautiful words.



THE BASIC IDEA BEHIND WRITING IT WAS TO FIND A CHANNEL TO LET OUT ALL MY NEGATIVE THOUGHTS AND EMOTIONS. SO, THERE IS A DEEPER MEANING LOCKED BEHIND EVERY WORD THAT NOT EVERYONE CAN GET RIGHT EVERYTIME.

I'M NOT DEALING WITH ANXEITY OR ANYTHING. ITS JUST TURNING MY NEGATIVE THOUGHTS INTO SOMETHING MORE CREATIVE AND ITS AS SIMPLE AS THAT. SO IF YOU'RE NOT INTO DARK STUFF, NO PRESSURE. THERE ARE PLENTY OF GOOD STUFF ON WEBNOVEL. PLEASE CHECK THEM OUT.

this a book that has a collection of 4 stories. the stories talk about different topics. I felt heartache, love, and even lost when I wrote these poems. 
I choose a butterfly as the book cover because they evolve; first they were caterpillars and they transformed and changed  into something so beautiful.

Write to exist is a kind of collection of several history, one more beautiful than others. It will therefore contains maxims, poems and others .... that, of course, being mainly based on lyricism. And of course it's the first book we're publishing so guys be gentle and give us more strenght to keep going and produce more books.


xoxo israel

this is a collection of some of my poems. some of the poems are about love, life, unrequited love, sorrow, loneliness, and more. I hope you can enjoy of my collection of poems and I hope I can transmit the emotions that the poems are supposed to give.

Noah- i just dont know rose but you are really pretty and you are the most beautiful eyes I just don't know I just felt that I have fallen for you in a second when eyes meet with each other I really love that eye contact with you I am so sorry if you feel awkward that I am saying this things to you but whatever I am saying it's true I'm really sorry if you feel bad.

Rose- o Oh ho sweet of you saying such things to me.

Noah- your welcome sweetie.

Rose- can you say something about you I wanna know you "

Noah- Why not? So I am 18 years old my name is Noah and I really love to swim and write short poems I know many of people are not attracted to this small poems poems but I am really attracted to them I just don't know whenever I am sad whenever I am happy I just like poems like a short and I just express my feelings from that poems

Rose- oh that's really cool like why people don't like it I really appreciate such kind of thing I am really happy that I met someone who do the same thing has been even I do write small short stories I really love to write small and short stories and I express my feelings.

Noah- oh my god now I feel that we are connected to each other don't you feel that rose

Rose - here's my home i am going home bubyee sorry if i am rude for not answering the question but i dont know how to answer it either.

At Home.

Mom- who was that guy ?

Rose -MOMM!!!!
Mom - Yesterday you told that you don't want to get involved in any boyfriend material so who is he he is Your Man right I know rules even I was the same when I was young like you don't keep secrets Rose I am your mum and I know you well

Am I really falling for him he was so sweet today where he told that my eyes are beautiful really loved his really dark Husky voice which I really loved. let's see what happened next I don't know what will happen whether I will be together with him or not let's sleep good night

what will happen next?
Noah will ask her out for a date  or not?
keep reading keep supporting
thank you so much for reading my story it's almost 2 k reads and I'm really happy see please read my story.

Li Yunyang glanced at Le Xuan, wondering if he should be shameless too.
Le Xuan, however, couldn't be angrier, because Wang Hao was messing around under her name. She would probably have to take the blame for him later.
"Ms. Le Xuan, I…" Li Yunyang summoned his courage, hoping to confess his love.
"Don't think about things you shouldn't think about. If you do, I'll shoot you…" Le Xuan interrupted Li Yunyang coldly. She knew Li Yunyang's intention very well, but she was not interested in that kind of thing at all at this time.
Li Yunyang was frustrated again.
Xia Weiwei giggled. "Li Yunyang, I feel sorry for you. Can you not tell that Le Xuan is only jealous?"
Li Yunyang looked at Le Xuan and then Wang Hao who had a girl in his arms. He suddenly felt that his heart was broken.
Le Xuan glared at Xia Weiwei and smacked Xia Weiwei's head hard.
"Ah…" Xia Weiwei immediately shouted.
Her shouting woke up Zhao Yiling, who was still in Wang Hao's arms. Blushing, she shoved Wang Hao away and stepped back.
Wang Hao glared back at Xia Weiwei as she had ruined his business. However, he found it really easy to trick modern girls with ancient poems!
Right then, all the young men came back to themselves and stared at Wang Hao angrily.
Zhao Yiling was beautiful and had a powerful background. Naturally, she was the perfect goddess in their eyes.
However, a jackass who could write nothing but erotic limericks had kissed their goddess right in front of them. That was intolerable!
"Boy, where are you from?"
"You hugged the lady? You'd better cut your hands off right now."
"We're going to smash his mouth today so that he'll know there are certain people he can't touch."
"Someone, beat him up right now…"
"…"
Hearing that, Zhao Yiling immediately turned cold, and a terrifying storm swept across the field. "Shut up!"
Everybody was stunned by the thunderous warning.
When they came back to themselves, they all lowered their heads, not even daring to breathe aloud.
Wang Hao was quite shocked too, because Zhao Yiling was almost a natural-born queen. Nobody dared to argue with her at all. No wonder even Ye Qing was such a coward in front of her.
"To tell you the truth, I'm holding the party today exactly for him!" Zhao Yiling pointed at Wang Hao.
Everybody whispered to each other after hearing that.
"A party for this man? Seriously?"
"The lady never held any parties before, and she's holding a party for a man?"
"How can a man who can only write erotic limericks deserve such a privilege?"
"But I've been told that he has created some formal poems too."
"He must've copied them from other places!"
"No, I just searched online. Those poems have never been published before."
"It means that this man really knows a thing or two about literature."
"I remember that the lady said that her future husband must be adept at both martial arts and literature. She must be very interested in this man now."
"So, this party tonight is the lady's test for this man?"
"Probably. I didn't think that the lady would ever grow interested in a man."
"But that man seems only around eighteen, and the lady is already twenty-two. She's a couple of years older than him."
"That's nothing. Maybe the lady likes younger men."
"Oh, my lady, my goddess!"
"…"
"I trust that you will not disappoint me…" Zhao Yiling put on a sweet smile and gently fixed his collar.
"You're really a troublemaker!"
Wang Hao glared at Zhao Yiling. This woman must've intentionally made all these men hate him. He must get back at her for all the trouble she caused him.
Le Xuan took a deep breath in relief, feeling lucky that Wang Hao and she swapped their identities, or she would be dead for sure if she were asked to compete with them.
"What do we do now?" Qian Wanyang and Chen Yao couldn't be graver. They laid their hands on their weapon, ready to rush out.
"Don't do anything yet!" Ling Xiao stopped them. "My junior brother is a distinguished poet. With the poems he created before, I don't think any of them can defeat him."
"What?"
Qian Wanyang and Chen Yao were stunned. What was that supposed to mean? Were Wang Hao's poems all written by him? Was it not a joke?
They never questioned Wang Hao's ability in creating erotic limericks, but they found it hard to believe that Wang Hao could create beautiful poems.
"All the poems are indeed written by Wang Hao himself." Xia Weiwei had just searched online and found no information on Wang Hao's works.
Besides, if anyone had created those classic poems earlier, the poems would've spread out a long time ago, but Xia Weiwei had never heard about them before, so they could've only been written by Wang Hao.
Although it was hard to believe, it was the only truth, and she had to believe it.
"Are you serious?"
Qian Wanyang and Chen Yao felt like worshiping Wang Hao.
In terms of martial arts, Wang Hao had proved that he was a monster with his unparalleled talents.
In terms of pharmaceutics, he had turned into a level-three Medical Grandmaster when he was only seventeen.
In terms of music, the market price of Walking Wolves had soared by millions of times in only a couple of days.
Now, he was awesome at literature too. Would their boss not stop until everybody in the world was shocked to death?
Of course, what they admired Wang Hao for the most was his shamelessness.
As long as Wang Hao resorted to shamelessness, he would be able to solve any problem in the world more than easily.
"Hehe. This place seems lively. I've come at the right moment!" An old man laughed and walked close.
Everybody looked back, only to see a white-haired old man in vintage close approaching them like an ancient scholar. Next to the old man was an obedient girl.
"It's Master Guo Yunzi!"
Seeing the old man, everybody exclaimed and paid tribute to him.
Qian Wanyang came to Wang Hao's side and whispered, "Boss, Guo Yunzi is a famous poet in the Glorious Sky Federation. Zhao Yiling has obviously invited him here on purpose!"
"Whatever her purpose is, I'm sure that someone will have to carry him out of here if he dares to piss me off…" Wang Hao snorted in disdain.
Le Xuan felt a strong headache coming on, as she had foreseen more trouble…


Waking up from a hangover, Wang Hao finds himself reborn in an alternate world. To his delight, he realizes that he has a system to help him in this new world. However, his system turns out to be a highly unconventional one. Instead of serving justice and winning the respect of other people, Wang Hao has to do all kinds of bad things in order to make use of the system. So, Wang Hao embarks on the journey to being cursed for good…

Seiji had begun receiving love letters every day ever since the second week after transferring into Genhana High School.
Most girls had only sent him only one love letter, but there were a few that had sent him multiple ones.
And among the few that sent him multiple letters, there was only one girl who had sent him a love letter every single day.
According to Chiaki’s definition, this girl’s love letters were the first type. All the envelopes were light purple, and the letters were written on pure white paper. None of the letters were particularly long, but it was obvious each one contained the girl’s emotions. The handwriting was also beautiful.
There was only one word written for the signature—"Purple."
At first, Seiji had wondered what type of girl "Purple" might be, but he didn’t pay it a great deal of thought.
Due to everything that had happened in the previous few days, he even forgot about it.
Until this moment.
When he was taken here to this corner and met this purple-haired beauty for the first time, he instinctively realized that... this girl must be "Purple."
A slight breeze was blowing, causing the leaves to rustle.
The girl’s dark purple hair was swaying gently in the wind.
She simply stood there with both hands clasped in front of her as she smiled lightly.
Her beautiful eyes were almost the exact same light purple as the envelopes she used. They looked deep and watery and the pupils flashed and reflected flickering shadows. This, combined with her thin crescent eyelashes and pink lips arced upwards in a faint smile, caused Seiji to think of a line from an unknown poem from somewhere: "Playing with lowered eyelashes and a faint smile amongst the shadows."
She was beautiful, regal, and the epitome of a classic beauty.
Just her physical appearance alone was worthy of the nickname "Princess."
While Seiji was unfamiliar with her personality, he believed that her level of beauty was definitely equal to Natsuya’s.
"Hello, pleased to meet you, Harano-san." The purple-haired beauty bowed slightly towards him. "My name is Yukari Asamiya, from Year 1, Class 3."
Yukari?
This was a popular name in Japan in his previous world, and he faintly recalled that the female lead of some classical anime seemed to have this name as well. This name... that was probably one of the reasons for her signature of "Purple."
"Hello." Seiji looked directly at her. "Asamiya-san... are you ‘Purple?’"
"Indeed." Yukari stood up straight and smiled at him. "I’m ‘Purple,’ as you surmised."
"It’s easy to guess after meeting you." Seiji also smiled. "Your eyes, your hair, and your name... all these hints are too obvious."[1]
Yukari’s smile grew wider.
"I really love purple... if people’s lives had colors, then mine would surely be purple."
"That sounds quite poetic."
"Really? I said it rather casually... Harano-san, do you like poems?"
Seiji thought of Shika Kagura upon hearing this.[2] "I don’t understand poems too much, but I admire their beauty."
Yukari blinked upon hearing this. "I’m not familiar with poems either, but I don’t know why... my classmates all seem to think that I love reading poems and so on."
"Is it that you actually don’t like them?"
A momentary silence fell between them.
Then, both of them broke out into laughter.
Seiji chuckled. "Sorry, but I can understand why your classmates would think that way. The way you seem... is just like a classy lady who would enjoy reading poems or classical works and the like." 
"It’s not good to judge people by appearances, Harano-san. I’m not that type at all." Yukari also chuckled. "I don’t enjoy poems, nor do I read classics, and I’m definitely not a classy lady or anything."
"Eh... but you definitely have that aura about you."
"I don’t feel so... maybe it’s thanks to my upbringing that my actions appear that way. I had a strict family education." Yukari toyed with her hair.
Seiji felt that this tiny action was rather charismatic.
"Princess..." he understood already why people referred to her as such, but she herself was... a bit different from what he had imagined.
Well, that was normal.
It would be abnormal if the well-known nicknames in this school were completely accurate!
"Harano-san..."
Yukari looked directly into Seiji’s eyes.
"This is your first time meeting me. As for me... I’ve already been watching you for quite some time."
Yukari’s cheeks began to flush slightly red.
The atmosphere just earlier had been normal, but now it suddenly seemed a bit romantic.
Seiji felt himself tensing up slightly.
He was nervous.
"I’ve always been watching you in silence, and writing letters to you. These are my single-sided feelings... I apologize for making you deal with my selfishness. Now... I’ve finally worked up the courage to meet you in person to get to know you."
The purple-haired girl took a deep breath.
Her white face was now completely red, and her watery eyes were filled with attractive colors.
It was coming.
Seiji knew what was coming and mentally prepared himself.
But he was still nervous... of course he was! He had never had such an experience!!
The only experience he had with being confessed to was by Hoshi... No, no, that definitely didn’t count! Forget it! Hurry up and forget about that!!
This was his true first time in either life of his that he was being confessed to!
"Perhaps this is selfish of me to say as well, but I... still want to say that... I-I like you!"
A metaphorical fastball.
A mega-powerful fastball struck Seiji in the chest like a cannon shot!
He had wanted to catch it.
But as a catcher, he severely lacked both experience and ability! It was only natural that he missed.
"I like you..."
He had heard it personally from a girl... these words imbued with many passionate feelings of youth.
This was when Seiji discovered for the first time just how powerful these words could be!
"I’d like to be together with you, chat with you, date with you, and... do various things together with you..."
Yukari was still looking directly at Seiji.
Even though Seiji could tell that she was quite shy about all this, she remained firm and maintained her regal bearing and resolution as she honestly and directly told him her feelings.
Seiji really wanted to avert his gaze in order to hide his own emotions, but he was moved by her resolution, so he could only look directly at her as well.
It was just like a duel.
No, this was a duel! This girl had worked up her maximum amount of courage to completely attack the boy she liked directly, heart and soul!
"I... imagined many things by myself. I want to turn those dreams of mine into reality. I... would like to become someone important to you..."
The girl’s body began trembling.
It was as if something within her had reached its limit.
She took another deep breath.
Seiji almost felt like he wanted to run away at this moment!
It was easy for even him to tell just how deep her feelings accumulated over all this time must have been.
The final blow was coming.
"Please... please go out with me!! Please be my boyfriend!!!"
Her eyes shone incredibly brightly as tears trickled down her face.
Her face was so red that he could almost see the blood beneath her skin.
But even so, her eyes didn’t waver one bit from him.
She kept looking directly into the handsome boy’s eyes.
She completely revealed her true feelings for him to see.
She fully expressed those passionate fiery feelings of hers.
This moment etched itself deeply into Seiji’s mind, and even heart!
There would always be some moments of any person’s life that would be unforgettable even after several years or even dozens of years.
This scene was one of them.
That was how deep, how... beautiful to the point where it was impossible to forget.
Another breeze blew past them.
The tree leaves were rustling again, but Seiji couldn’t hear them.
He had received an impact far stronger than he was expecting, and his heart and soul were moved.
He slowly opened his mouth as he looked at the girl before him, his heart wavering.
"I..."
[1] [TL note: the first character in Yukari’s name is ‘purple.’ The second character in her name is ‘princess.‘]
[2] [TL note: Shika’s name means ‘poem.’]


Translator note: Apologies to the readers. This series is currently on hiatus. We ask for your understanding!
A 30-year-old Chinese NEET is reincarnated into the body of an otaku that choked to death on instant noodles. As he comes to grips with his new life, he realizes that this world is subtly different from Earth. The denizens of this world are far better looking, and this new world also possesses futuristic technology as well as mysterious Yin Yang masters! 
After reincarnating, he realized that he was endowed with a miraculous game-like system, which enables him to increase his own stats and transcend the limits of the human body. This system even has a game-breaking ability to save and load in real life!
In this new world that’s akin to a 2-D game, he just wants to enjoy life and head for a glorious future... However, he is quickly embroiled in a complex plot. Can he unlock his true potential and utilize his system to break the shackles that confine him and discover the truth about his previous body’s circumstances? 

Suddenly I turn around, and I see her there, where lights are dim and faint!
Those on Weibo saw the poem that suddenly appeared. They were caught by surprise, gawking at the poem, reading it repeatedly!
In an instant, the entire internet went into a frenzy!
Those from the WA were stunned just from the first sentence.
Huang Lihua and Vice-chairman Shi were flabbergasted as well.
Easterlies of the night call to bloom blossoms of a thousand trees, as if blowing adrift stars that drizzle like rain.
The first sentence was describing the wind, and it was expertly written. The imagery was lifelike; describing the scene with the wind, it was beautifully scenic.
For a moment, time seemed to have stopped on Weibo. During that time, even the comments ceased. Those not in the know might even suspect that everyone's internet disconnected.
They were pulled into the poem, into the lively market, with a beauty walking along with the crowd. The crowd tried to locate her, yet she was nowhere to be found. Just as they were feeling dejected, turning around, they saw her standing near the flickering lights.
Such beautiful imagery!
It was only a poem, but everyone felt as though it was a story.
After they struggled to recover from their daze, Weibo exploded with activity.
[Amazing poem!]
[F*ck! F*ck!]
[Such composition, such a wonderful poem!]
[I don't know much about poems, but I know that this is f*cking good!]
[Divine inspiration, this is divinely inspired!]
[F*ck! I was so excited and tried to send gifts all the while. Only now I realize that there's no gift button. Damn!]
…
Meanwhile, Capital University's Wan Yun was in shock.
'Is this really a student from our Capital University? My student managed to compose a poem of this level? The heavens are blessing our Chinese literature!'
The comments on Weibo were like fireworks going up in waves. The number of likes increased by a few thousand every passing second, causing Weibo to malfunction temporarily.
Just how well was the poem written? An average person would not be able to tell.
However, those in the WA knew that this poem was really well done. The scenery and character were expertly brought to life. They were way better compared to the poems Ye Lingchen previously wrote.
That was the first time Ye Lingchen put his heart into writing a poem. In an instant, it subjugated everyone. It could be described as perfect, definitely worthy to be considered a masterpiece!
Those from the WA remained silent; some were even eager to go offline. They were too ashamed to stay around and were trying to find a hiding place.
'Novel Y...just what kind of person is he?'
'Composing a poem of this caliber on the fly. Is he still a human?'
However, someone soon noticed Ye Lingchen's choice of words. "First!"
[F*ck! First poem?! Could it be that Y intends to compose more?]
[Awesome! Would the second one be coming soon? I'll wait for it!]
The next instant, the second poem was out.
[The second poem, on the moon.]
[Moon Gazing with Distant Thoughts.
Bright moon over the sea, sharing the same moment in distant lands.
Lovers resent the long nights, where sentiments grow strong.
Snuffing the candle to appreciate the full moon, adorning the robe to feel the moisturizing dew. 
Regretfully unable to present this to my dear, I return to sleep, for a dream of cherished union.]
Amazing!
Another amazing composition!
The first sentence grabbed the hearts of all the readers!
Bright moon over the sea, sharing the same moment in distant lands.
This poem was about separation, projecting the sentiments onto the moon. Loved ones separated in distant lands sharing the same view of the moon. The long-distance separation was aptly described by this.
[I'm crying. Thank you Y for composing such a wonderful poem. Thank you! I've been working away from home for many years now. It's been so long since I last went home.]
[Above post, I'm in the same boat. I miss my hometown.]
[Sob sob sob, I've already made plans with my wife to share the view of the moon tonight. That way, it'll be like me watching it next to my wife.]
However, while they were still lamenting, the third poem was out!
[The third poem, on flower.]
[On Flower After Failed Examination.
Waiting for autumn to come, eighth of the ninth month,
Once my flowers bloom, hundreds of flowers perish.
Bursts of fragrance soar the skies as it penetrates Chang'an,
The entire city coated in golden armor.]
Once the poem was published, everyone was shaken even further.
The style of the poem was distinctly different from the two previous poems.
The previous poems were of restraint and separation. However, this poem gives off a feeling of tyranny, unrivaled dominance!
Such a change made it difficult for them to switch over.
This poem was domineering from the beginning to the end. It could be said that every word, every sentence struck awe into their hearts.
Just how prideful and confident must one be to write such a poem!?
[I suddenly feel that Y is writing this poem for himself. I wonder if any of you guys feel the same?]
[The first one I can think of is Y. Didn't you realize that once Y started composing poems, those fools from WA dare not utter a single word?]
[F*ck, it's true! His pride and domineering demeanor are oozing from his bones!]
[The fourth poem, snow.]
Ye Lingchen paused for a moment, but this time he laughed, suddenly feeling trollish.
He split up the upload, starting with the first sentence. [One, two, three and four.]
'Hm?'
Everyone was dumbfounded. Such an opening seemed very mundane.
[Five, six, seven and eight.]
[What's this? Counting game?]
Ignoring the masses, he uploaded the third sentence.
[Thousand, ten thousand, and countless.]
With that, the crowd could no longer hold back.
[Y, why are you suddenly learning from those WA members? Please don't!]
[F*ck! It's the end. Y's poem is starting to burn my eyes.]
[Is our Chinese literature going into decline now? No…]
However, the fourth sentence came.
[Disappearing into the plum blossoms.]
Boom!
All their minds were blown, ringing continually. They did not expect the last sentence to salvage the entire poem in that manner. 
That poem was by no means amazing, but it was simple. In its simplicity, it did not lose its rhyming. In a way, it could also be considered another masterpiece.
[Amazing! I knew Y wouldn't let me down.]
[The essential stroke. That's the real essential stroke!]
[Genius, definitely a genius. He's just doing as he wishes!]
[Hahaha, did any of you realize that Y's poem was picking on those poems that Huang Lihua was praising earlier?]
[It is! Wind, flower, snow, and moon. Hahaha…]
[I would like to ask, Master Huang Lihua, is the wind still gentle? Are the flowers still beautiful? Is the snow still white? Is the moon still bright?]
…
Composing four poems in a row, and each of them masterpieces. All that without any preparation beforehand; all impromptu work. Such level of poetry would have made him a champion in ancient times!
Others would have something to be proud of for life after composing one good poem. Instead, he wrote one after another, as if they were nothing. That was just beyond amazing!
Frightening, absolutely terrifying!
All those from the WA became mute, after which they started to delete their Weibo posts one after another.
They were ashamed of showing their poems. It was impossible to compare with Ye Lingchen. They could not afford to embarrass themselves any further.
Huang Lihua deleted the post where he criticized Ye Lingchen along with his other posts. Ye Lingchen's standards were way beyond most people out there. If his literature standards were considered low, then the entire China would have no standards to go by.
Just where did this monster pop out from? He was just too monstrous. Not someone one could afford to offend...


Ye Lingchen was a regular high schooler who struggled with exams and expectations from his parents.
All that changed after he woke up from a strange dream and discovered that he had been granted the 'Prodigy System'. His life changed from this point on. Reading a book allowed him to learn its content immediately. Listening to lectures granted instant understanding of the lesson. Observation of a technique imprinted knowledge of the technique used.
Learning had never been so easy, and as the saying goes, knowledge is power. In this case, he now had access to a ton of unbridled power. 
What does it feel like to become a 'prodigy' overnight? Follow Ye Lingchen on this journey to discover the limitless possibilities...

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