The host shouted, "Let's move on to the next contest! Calligraphy!"

"All participants please come up to the stage! Pick up the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone! Then get ready to write!!"

Feng Ao Xiu smiled. It has come to the third contest, at least one more win needed. But, he did not need to go to the last contest, the Second Young Master's calligraphy skill was amazing. Since he was small, other than cultivation, he practised calligraphy almost every day. In the Feng Clan, no one has neater writing than Feng Ao Xiu. The game was already in the bag. 

All the participants including Feng Ao Xiu sat down on the stage.

Kong Ling Jue stands up, "I'll be the one in charge of this contest. First, I'll give each one of you a different theme. Then, within ten breaths, you must write an original poem according to the given theme."

"The criteria to win are neat handwriting, compatibility with the theme, and a good poem."

Feng Ao Xiu smiles again, he laughed in his heart. 

[Hahaha... This will be an easy victory! Who can beat me in calligraphy? Nobody! This is a good day, I'll finally get my ha... Wait! Poem!?]

[This Second Young Master hardly knew any poem, and you want me to write one!?] 

[This is bad! This is really bad!]

As he was looking for a solution, he suddenly realized that he actually did not have to. There were three criteria. If he could ace out the neat handwriting. At least he would get one-third of the total scores. If he could think of a good poem, a score of 60 or 70 out of 100 would be possible. If he was lucky, he could even get a score of 80. 

[That's actually not that bad, I might even win!]

Then, Kong Ling Jue said, "The poem itself will take sixty per cent of the total score. The rest will take twenty per cent each!"

Feng Ao Xiu couldn't help but cursed in his heart.

[What the f*ck! Are you kidding me!? How could the poem take so many points!? Is this even a calligraphy contest!?]

The only thing left to do now was to practice. Feng Ao Xiu thought of the first poem that comes into his mind.

***

The Poem

The poem is here and there.
What poem will I hear?
I was forced to make one.
Who knows how it will end.
Because my poem is not bad.
I will not be sad.

***

Feng Ao Xiu gives himself a facepalm. It's useless! It's so ugly, that he wanted to vomit himself!

The crowd was anxiously waiting. Most of them were looking at the dark horse in this contest. What kind of legendary poem will Feng Ao Xiu's Number One Fan make?

Kong Ling Jue points at the nearest young participant, "Let's start with you! The theme is Tortoise."

The young man immediately writes his poem. He finishes right before the ten breaths.

***

Break the Tortoiseshell

Through the shell, it was blessed.
Without the light, it walks for a quest.
The strength and spirit live forever.
Leave the home and the courage gather.
The sunlight illuminates the path.
Treading without care for the aftermath.
Break the Tortoiseshell.
And believe it will be well.

***

Bu Liang said, "Nice one! I like the beginning part, but the last part is a bit lacking."

Mo Tie Yang, "Within ten breaths and you could make this kind of poem is already impressive."

The Emperor, "Yes, I agree! It is a good one. Your handwriting still needs a lot of practice though."

Princess Ming, "Qiao An likes tortoise! Big brother described it nicely!"

Kong Ling Jue nodded, "Good! However, there is a mistake, you should use the word 'cave' instead of 'home', and the word 'power' instead of 'strength', it describes the Tortoise best. This poem also lacks a bit of morality. If you write it for a long time, I'm sure it will be better!"

The young man cupped his hand, "Thank you, Master Kong Ling Jue!"

Feng Ao Xiu was confused. Is that poem really good? He doesn't understand anything good about that poem.

However, currently was not the time to analyze that poem. Feng Ao Xiu shook his head and continue with the practice. He shall use the same theme and see if it does any good.

***

The Old Tortoise

The Old Tortoise is 100 years old.
It lived a long life and the shell is cold.
Swim in the pond with aloof.
Spinning around like in its youth.
Old but still adorable and...

***

Feng Ao Xiu stopped before he even finished. There's no need to continue, just half of it was already not satisfying. He felt what he made was not a poem but a description of a turtle.

"Next!" Kong Ling Jue glanced at the next person, a vigorous old man, "The theme is Wine."

Although it's not for Feng Ao Xiu, he feels challenged. He believes he could create a nice poem.

***

Three Bottles of Wine

There are three bottles of wine.
All the tastes were fine.
I chug one down and go with the flow.
One down, two more to go!
I chug another one as if there's no tomorrow.
Two are down, one more to go!
I chug the last one but the head feels heavy.
I died and arrive in heaven...

***

Feng Ao Xiu gave up. No matter how hard he tried. In the end, it will always come up bad. He didn't understand how he created a story instead of a poem.

Meanwhile, the old man who was the participant finishes quickly, he only needed seven breaths before he stops.

***

Legendary Wine

The water flows into the river.
The cup holds a feather.
It shines in the moon, showing its fang.
Gentle like yin but strong like yang.
Accomplishment and glory.
The reigns and victory.
I shall pour it all into one.
To wait until this moment to run.
All gods and humans fancy.
Come and see!
All masters and servants envy.
Come and see!
I bring you a dine!
With this legendary wine!

***

The audience cheered! It is a beautiful poem! Who is that man!?

Kong Ling Jue, "As expected of Master Sun, I have nothing to say!"

Bu Liang, "I'm always impressed every time I saw Master Sun's masterpiece!"

The Emperor, "Master Sun is really good, your handwriting is also still full of energy!"

Princess Ming, "Qiao An likes this poem the most! It's the best!"

The audience went into frenzy mode. 

"What did they say? Master Sun! Master Sun Huang!?"

"I can't believe it! Sun Huang the master of poem and calligraphy is here!"

"No wonder that poem is so good!"

Mo Tie Yang jokes, "Master Sun, haven't you retired already? Are you here to bully these people?"

Sun Huang laughs loudly, "Hahahaa... I'm sorry, but my wife and children are watching! I have to win this contest."

This is big news! Sun Huang enters a contest and shows his skill, it has been a long time since Sun Huang creates a poem. It looks like his skill hasn't worn off yet. The poem 'Legendary Wine' will surely beat all the other poem.

Feng Ao Xiu's mouth became wide open. What the hell!? Sun Huang! What is he doing here!? How am I going to beat him without any poem skills?

Sun Huang still laughs, "The rest do not need to mind me, just continue to do your best. May the best man win!"

How could the other participants not mind? They must face the legendary master! Of course, they will lose! They lose all hope in this competition. But, look at the bright side, at least Master Sun will point their mistake with his skill. It is a golden opportunity!

The contest continued, and just like they hoped for, Sun Huang gives a precise and concrete lesson to the third participant. The rest of the participants began to write the poem more vigorously. How could they not? Get a private lesson from the legendary Master Sun is a dream come true to all the young calligraphers.

Feng Ao Xiu cursed in his heart. 

[F*ck this! All of them became so enthusiastic! I can't withdraw from this contest now!] 

Withdrawing means dishonouring Master Sun. Feng Ao Xiu could not afford that! But, If he writes his own poem, he'll be the laughing stock of the entire country.

All have got their turn except for Feng Ao Xiu's Number One Fan.

Kong Ling Jue stares intensely at Feng Ao Xiu. What will he do now? 

"Next is our favourite, Feng Ao Xiu's Number One Fan. The theme is the Moon." 

[Wait! It's my turn now!? I'm not ready!]

Feng Ao Xiu holds the brush but his hands not moving. 

[Ahh... I can't get any ideas from inside my head. Moon... Moon... What moon!?]

Three breaths have passed.

[C' mon, think! Think! Not winning is fine! As long as the poem is not stupid!]

...

That's It!

Right after the fifth breaths, Feng Ao Xiu writes vigorously. He already has all the poem in his head.

Just right before the tenth breaths, Feng Ao Xiu puts down the brush! The poem was finished!

The crowd watching anxiously. After the two previous performance, they got a great expectation from Feng Ao Xiu's Number One Fan. It may not be as great as Master Sun, but at least it will be better than the rest.

***

The Moon Princess

Your smooth soft skin.
The only one in my scene.
Your bright little smile.
The one I won't lie.
The beauty of the moon can't compare.
The shines of the moon lacks colour.
In the night, I grew restless.
For the Moon Princess.
The river flows like the cloud.
The wind plays aloud.
I wish I could express.
For the Moon Princess.
I'll descend from high above.
You are my one true love.
Hold my hands.
I swear to the heavens!
For you, nothing is too soon.
Because you are my moon.

***

"..."

Everyone's mouth opened wide. 

Yes! As expected from Feng Ao Xiu's Number One Fan. The poem was really good, it could even rival Master Sun's 'Legendary Wine'.

But, that's not the point! The thing is, he just wrote a love poem! 

For Princess Ming!!

Who else is the Moon Princess but Princess Ming!?

The Princess blushed. Her face became so red. She never felt so embarrassed before.

In a world full of cultivators, Feng Ao Xiu is a genius that only appears once every 10,000 years. His talent is the target of envy and jealousy of all the people around the world. But because of his talent that he was betrayed and died at a young age of 15 years old.

When everyone thought that the Feng Clan just lost a future supreme expert, Feng Ao Xiu slowly rise from the dead and he returned to the Clan. 

However, no one knows that Feng Ao Xiu was not a cultivator. They think he was back stronger than ever.

In a world full of cultivators, Feng Ao Xiu was an ordinary man. Can he survive?

Join him in a story full of comedy misunderstanding!

"Sister Yunxi, you've got flowers again."
Little Moon and Little Star were employees of Y Cosmetics. Seeing Zhang Yunxi heading over, their faces immediately lit up with admiration.
They were slightly younger than Zhang Yunxi. They did not manage to get into university after high school but instead went to normal school. However, they were not well connected, therefore they never got to become a teacher, and finally settled on working for Y Cosmetics.
Although they were not considered the best in appearance, they were lively and still pleasing to the eyes over a longer period of time.
"Sister Yunxi had already received 16 bouquets of flowers and 38 confession cards. Meanwhile, Sister Miyako received 11 bouquets of flowers and 23 confession cards. Both of us only got four bouquets of flowers. The difference is just too vast!" Little Moon twiddled with her fingers dejectedly.
"Sister Yunxi, why don't we sell these flowers? I'm sure they're very expensive!" Little Star suggested with a greedy look on her face. "After selling them, we can enjoy a good meal!"
"Let's just give these flowers to our returning customers. Get to work," Zhang Yunxi replied with a smile, after which she looked at Ye Lingchen hopelessly. "Ever since Y Cosmetic became popular on the internet, we'd receive flowers on regular days as well."
"Boss, you have a delivery!" Outside, the sounds of a delivery guy could be heard once more.
"Hehe, you Chinese people are really lame!" Miyako chuckled condescendingly. Shreds of paper was littered in front of her; they were whatever was left from the confession cards she received earlier.
Ye Lingchen frowned. With her time spent just on receiving flowers, Zhang Yunxi would not be able to get anything done that day. 
'This won't do. This is picking on my cosmetic store!'
He quickly went into the inner room of the cosmetic store. It served as the break room for Zhang Yunxi and the rest. He quickly took out a piece of paper and a pen.
Zhang Yunxi took a curious peek at him just to see Ye Lingchen's pen move slowly on the paper. Each stroke was on point, as though they were printed from a printer.
"Crab is peeling my shell.
The notebook is writing on me.
The sky filled with me lands on the maple leaf and snowflakes.
Yet you're thinking of me."
It was a simple message, yet Zhang Yunxi was frowning and could not process it fully.
However, when she read through it the second time, her expression showed that she just had an epiphany. She was stunned as tears flowed from her eyes.
After a brief moment of blanking out, she finally looked at Ye Lingchen in astonishment. 
"Lingchen, you wrote this poem?"
"It's just something simple. These animals copied a few poems from the internet and dared to challenge my cosmetic store. How can I tolerate that?" Ye Lingchen harrumphed, then passed the poem to Zhang Yunxi. "Stick this outside. Tell them that if they can't beat this poem, then don't bother sending anymore."
"Pfft!"
Zhang Yunxi could not hold back her laughter. She rubbed the tears from the corner of her eyes and threw an amused look at Ye Lingchen. "Lingchen, you're so cute. Are you sure you're not being jealous?"
"I'm doing this to make sure my employees don't get cheated. It's to ensure my store can operate normally!" Ye Lingchen said with a straight face, as though he was on the side of justice.
Zhang Yunxi took the poem and placed it on the door of the cosmetic store. She also included Ye Lingchen's earlier statement. In an instant, those queuing up in the store rushed over curiously.
"This is a poem? That's so easy!"
"It feels a little like a love poem, but it just doesn't flow right!"
"Competition? This poem doesn't feel special at all. Is it that hard to surpass this poem?"
The crowd broke into their own debate. Quite a number of them even took out their phones in a hurry and uploaded this poem onto TikTok. At the same time, Zhang Yunxi had also uploaded this poem onto Y Cosmetics' official Weibo account.
Y Cosmetics had over three million followers. Just as it was announced, it immediately attracted a large number of views.
[Hahaha, pretty boss lady finally ran out of patience? It must be annoying to have countless people send you flowers and confessions right?]
[Ahhh, I can only express my admiration for this. Speaking of which, when will the pretty boss lady conduct the lucky draw?]
[These people are really quite annoying. With the never-ending deliveries, it's lowering the efficiency of the makeup process for our pretty boss lady. Please stop it already!]
[Who wrote this poem? To be frank, it's quite nonsensical, isn't it?]
[Is there some hidden meaning within? It doesn't seem like it! How can this poem be used as a standard?]
[Earlier this morning, I heard someone claiming on Weibo that Y Cosmetics began selling flowers. Hahaha, pretty ladies are so popular.]
…
It was Singles' Day. Countless internet celebrities would take this chance to bump up their popularity. However, when Ye Lingchen's poem made an appearance, it immediately stole the limelight, cascading out of control!
It was not because the poem was good, but rather due to it being nonsensical!
Others would try to perfect their own poem to make it more touching or elegant. However, Y Cosmetics was on another level. This poem was just all over the place, making others speechless.
Such a trashy poem somehow piqued everyone's interest. Countless netizens started to study and pick it apart.
How uncultured would a person need to be to produce a poem of such nonsensical quality!?
[Let's just leave it be. This is obviously Y Cosmetics' attempt to gain attention. It's a meaningless ordeal.]
[Just looking at this poem makes me feel good about myself, like one of the cultured folks. Wahahaha...]
[It should be written by an elementary school kid. It's so illogical.]
Little Moon and Little Star were also reading the poem repeatedly. Their faces lined with confusion. No matter how they read it, it did not flow well.
"Sister Yunxi, who wrote this poem? It feels so...lame," Little Moon could not help but ask.
Those around them shifted their attention to Zhang Yunxi, waiting for her reply.
However, Zhang Yunxi merely gave them a faint smile. "This poem is very simple. Just read it a few more times and you'll naturally understand. This is the most beautiful poem I've read in my entire life."
Everyone was taken aback, unsure of why Zhang Yunxi thought so highly of it.
When Zhang Yunxi's remarks were uploaded to the internet, it attracted even more attention. Nevertheless, they read it repeatedly and still could not figure it out.
Little Yu was a poem enthusiast. The elegance found in ancient poetry was her favorite, both beautiful and filled with sorrow, enrapturing her. Later on, due to her exceptional foundations in poetry, she was invited to take part in Poetry of China. A girl like her, equipped with literary knowledge carried an or ancient elegance, immediately attracted a huge following online.
It was Singles' Day. Unsurprisingly, she was sharing a few poems about love with everyone. Furthermore, she explained the meanings within the poem and shared her appreciation of the affection and sorrows within. Love poems were naturally something a girl would fall for.
However, right then, someone tagged her to have her rate a poem. 'New poem? Love poem?'
…


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...

The core principle of poetry was the usage of level and oblique tones.
As long as the same principle applied, Xu Qian's nine years of education from the future would give him an edge.
Xu Xinnian glanced at Xu Qian and raised his chin. "A bird in the sky, a worm on the ground, the bird swooped down, the worm flew up."
Xu Lingyue covered her mouth as she giggled. Xu Qian glared at her and she looked down, her cheeks pink.
'I want to punch him for spitting such poison…' Xu Qian gritted his teeth. The poem was written by the host when he was ten years old. That year, his aunt's father had come to teach the children the basics of literature.
The topic of poetry was touched upon and thus the ridiculous poem was born.
Li Ru said mockingly, "Ningyan, not that I want to look down on you but the Xu family only birthed one scholar and that is Little Nian. You and your uncle's penmanship can be equated to a squiggly worm. You want to craft a poem when you can't produce a legible writing?"
She pursed her lips and rolled her eyes as a noblewoman would.
Xu Pingzhi coughed awkwardly. "Ningyan, let's not interfere with the scholar's affairs. Today is an off day, let's train in the courtyard."
His words were a discouragement to Xu Qian, effectively telling him to stay out of the scholar's business lest he embarrassed his uncle.
Xu Qian said nonchalantly, "Thousand miles of yellow clouds darken the day."
His aunt rolled her eyes and ate her porridge.
His uncle wiped away the stains on his youngest daughter's lips.
Xu Xinnian frowned. A single sentence was not poetry but he was surprised Xu Qian could come up with such a proper seven-character sentence[1].
"The north wind stirs the geese and snow."
The line evoked a strong imagery in Xu Xinnian's mind. He was stunned.
Xu Lingyue raised her head. Her soulful eyes were transfixed on her cousin.
Xu Qian picked up his bowl of porridge and kept his lips sealed.
"What's the continuation?" Xu Xinnian asked. This was akin to a storyteller stopping at the climax of the story, a cliffhanger for everyone at the teahouse. Tune in for the next episode to know more.
It was incredibly frustrating.
"I don't know how to compose poems." Xu Qian threw a fleeting look at his aunt. She was a dignified woman with no intentions of apologizing.
Li Ru's animated eyes widened as she turned to Xu Xinnian and asked, "Is the poem good?"
Xu Lingyue replied softly, "It has an artistic flair to it." 
She had limited access to education but she could tell the poem was superb.
Xu Pingzhi was surprised by his children's responses. He turned to look at Xu Qian with a glint of hope and expectation in his eye.
Xu Qian chewed on his breadstick and effortlessly recited the last two lines of the poem. "Fear not a journey of loneliness, for you are not a stranger to the realm."
The chopsticks in Xu Xinnian's hand fell onto the table.
He repeated the lines and felt himself being enchanted by the poem's meaning.
Xu Lingyue shuddered as goosebumps appeared on the back of her hand.
Xu Pingzhi bit his lip and said, "Man, the poem gave me the chills."
Li Ru was in concordance with her husband but a part of her still disapproved of Xu Qian.
Poetry could elicit a reaction even in those outside the craft. One did not need to know about the level and oblique tones to appreciate the beauty of a poem that had been passed on for centuries.
Xu Qian understood their wonderment as he was once similarly taken aback by the rich poetry that filled his language textbook.
"Thousand miles of yellow clouds darken the day. The north wind stirs the geese and snow. Fear not a journey of loneliness, for you are not a stranger to the realm."
Xu Xinnian rose from his seat as a red blush colored his cheeks. The color made the handsome young man look charming.
The poem was exceptional!
Although poetry was not his strong suit, as a scholar, one was inclined to drink and wax poetic with other scholars. Good poetry would get them hammering a beat and rhythm as they sang passionately.
"Wh-When did you learn to compose poems?" Xu Xinnian stared at Xu Qian with bright, curious eyes.
Xu Qian chuckled and said, "I never said I couldn't. The poem from ten years ago cannot represent my skills today. I've always had talent for poetry but I never showcased it."
"So Ningyan was scholar material. If I had known, I would have sent you to study and Cijiu to martial arts lessons," Xu Pingzhi said with a grin.
His wife was unhappy with the situation but could not think of any smart retorts.
'No, if that had happened, none of us would have succeeded in life.' Xu Qian knew the host was a horrible student who would rather do hard labor.
Xu Xinnian also had no talent for martial arts. He was a delicate and frail boy who would not be able to handle the strenuous physical training that occasionally even involved weapons.
"Well, Ningyan wrote this poem. Cijiu, I'm sure you'll come up with your own. Copying is not a scholar's way," Xu Pingzhi said.
Xu Xinnian let out a huff, annoyed that his father thought he would plagiarize. He turned to Xu Qian and said, "Can I borrow your poem? I will name you as the poet."
'More like the plagiarizer.' Xu Qian nodded. "Go on, show it off."
A scholar's work had to be witnessed and acknowledged by others.
Xu Qian had intended for Xu Xinnian to use the poem to impress the Confucian elder. He cared not about who gets the writing credits.
Xu Qian was not a scholar so the poem was not useful to him. It was also why he did not use his literature knowledge for the past month.
His working environment was not suited for poetry.
He spent his day with a bunch of sword-wielding, gun-toting constables. Reciting poems to them was useless, he might as well teach them to sing 'The Lasso Boy'.
"The title of the poem?" Xu Xinnian asked.
Xu Qian froze. He had forgotten the title. "This poem is from my heart and has no name. Just speak it as such."
…
When breakfast was over, Xu Xinnian came out from the backyard with his father's favorite horse and rushed off for the farewell. Uncle and nephew engaged in sparring in the courtyard.
"Good. Your moves have improved. The next step would be Qi training. Qi requires the heavens and earth to interact for its birth." Xu Pingzhi took the towel offered by the servant and wiped his sweat. "Besides a herbal bath, you'll have to find someone with seventh-rank divinity to open Heaven's Gate. Else, you will never be able to unlock your Qi."
Divinity was the seventh rank in the path of a martial artist.
Xu Qian wiped his forehead and asked, "Uncle, what are you saying?"
"After the Battle of Shanhai Pass, my sacrifice and merit earned me a favor from the army's expert who opened the Heaven's Gate, allowing me to enter the realm of Qi. A year after the battle, I had Xinnian," Xu Pingzhi sighed. "The world today is peaceful, hence there'll be less chance for you to prove your worth. How will you achieve Qi training? Will you not marry and build a family? Ningyan, I'm getting old. My only wish is to see you married with children, only then will I be able to face your late father."
"One step at a time, uncle," Xu Qian replied half-heartedly.
Other than earning merit and proving his worth, money was also a viable option.
The herbs and the expert could be bought with money.
The imperial courts had strict control over the numbers of martial artists as they could use their skills for crime. The laws dictate the seventh-ranked divinity experts were not allowed to open the Heaven's Gate for any random person. They had to report to the courts even if they were doing it for their son.
However, the moral fabric of Dafeng was thin at that time. Corruption was rampant among the officials and the imperial courts' power wanes with each passing day. While no one dared to break the law in broad daylight, several experts offered their services in the black market.
Xu Qian just had to make enough money—the silvers would be equivalent to a meritorious deed.
Otherwise, he would forever be stuck in the refinement state while his penis wilted away.
His aunt brought her daughters over. They stood under the roof of the corridor. "The sun is out today, why don't you take Lingyin and Lingyue out to the markets?"
Xu Pingzhi frowned. "I have something on."
"Isn't today a rest day?"
"I'm meeting some colleagues soon. How about Ningyan take them out?"
The daughters of families with a literary reputation were closely guarded and not allowed to roam as they pleased.
The Xu family was a martial arts family, therefore the sisters' upbringing was not as strict.
Xu Qian turned around and met the clear and bright eyes of his teenage cousin. Appearance-wise, Xu Lingyue had surpassed her mother and more. She chewed her lip and looked away shyly.
He nodded and said, "I have nothing on anyways."
'I once brought a 16-year-old girl out shopping in my previous life. I was in my prime at the age of 18. Of course, the girl in my memories is not comparable to Xu Lingyue.'
[1] A seven-character quatrain is a form of poetry.


Once a police academy graduate—Xu Qian, woke up and found himself in jail. He was to be banished to the borderlands in three days...
Stuck in this inhumane society, his initial goal was just to be a rich man and pass his days in relative safety.
…
Many years later, Xu Qian recalled the events of the past. His enemies and friends were dead, there was nothing of them left but bones.
The rolling Yangtze River flows east as the waves wash away the heroes. 
Success or failure, wrong or right; matters little, it might?
The lush mountains remain while the sun sets every night.


Grand Princess Mansion
The Canton Princess was seated at the dressing table, and was concentrating on drawing her painting.
"Stop playing around Xiao Yun." The Canton Princess eyes were wide open. She knew that the young serving maid Xiao Yun enjoyed teasing her and playing with her. The Canton Princess extended a hand to push her away, without looking up.
The little Canton Princess pushed the person, and yet she didn’t budge. She then spoke irritably, "Aiya, I already guessed that it’s you, and you still wish to bother me. Be careful that I tell my mother about how you’ve been disturbing me, and you shall have to be spanked for that."
The little Canton Princess pushed her away harder this time. When she looked up, she noticed that it was her mother, the Grand Princess.
So her mother had come to tease and play with her. The Canton Princess was taken aback. She hurriedly bowed her head in reverence, "So your Excellency Mother is here!"
"You silly fellow, why would you greet your own mother with so much formalities?" The Grand Princess pressed a finger to her forehead and pushed gently.
"Mother, that hurts." The little Canton Princess pouted and clutched her forehead.
"You little silly, I didn’t even use much strength, why would you feel pain?" The Grand Princess pretended to be angry as she spoke.
"Mother I was only pulling your leg." The Canton Princess tugged on her mother’s arm as she spoke.
The Grand Princess looked at her daughter behaving so endearingly, and could not help but let out a laugh. She then looked over her daughter’s shoulder to see the drawing which she had been so conscientious about. She was drawing a pair of ducks frolicking lovingly in the pond, like a couple. Their necks were entwined lovingly.
When the Grand Princess saw the drawing, she let out a huge sigh, "You ah, you still haven’t managed to forget about him?"
As she spoke, her expression turned to one of sorrow. She had coaxed and advised her own daughter countless times, and yet it seemed like her heart had still been captivated by him.
"No mother, that’s not true. I was just drawing some ducks. You’re reading too much into this matter. Ever since that day he left on the boat, I haven’t thought of him at all. Why do you have to come and counsel me again?" The little Canton Princess brushed her aside.
"You are my flesh and blood. I raised you up myself since you were a tiny thing, do you not think I know you inside out?" The Grand Princess inched closer and grabbed her daughter’s face by the chin and spoke.
"Look at you, you’ve lost so much weight over the past couple of months. Just looking at you makes mother’s heart ache." The Grand Princess gazed into her daughter’s eyes as she spoke.
"Mother, stop teasing me." The Canton Princess was starting to feel upset again and hurriedly said to her mother.
"Recently, I’ve obtained a poem written by him." The Grand Princess retrieved a scroll from her robes. 
"Mother, let me see!" Hearing this piece of information, the Canton Princess’s eyes lit up at once.
 She eagerly reached out a hand and read the poem composed.
When she read the part ‘Suffering brings out tears in the vast sea, that under the moonlight glowed like pearls’, she started choking with tears, as if she was the subject of the poem. Tears started to well up within her eyes.
"All emotions have become memories, what could not will never be, forever gone are the old times."
"Did he write this to his childhood sweetheart? Does he mean he that he wished to break up with her?" The Canton Princess looked up at her mother and asked, her eyes were full of hope and expectation. The poem was describing how a pair of lovers had met their expiration date and could not longer see each other. It also expressed the sorrow of how they felt.
When the Grand Princess looked at her daughter, she spoke out, "I know what you’re feeling deep down, and I know what you’re thinking. But this poem wasn’t written for his lover. It was composed for the aunt of her lover. It’s been rumored that her aunt was an extremely picky person, and so Pei Zi Yun wrote this poem to antagonize her."
"Hm, he’s such a good person, what reason does she have to be picky?" When the Canton Princess heard this, she broke free from her mother’s embrace and stood up. Her expression was somewhat unstable.
"Didn’t you say you’ve forgotten him? Your tongue is loose, and just a little prodding, and you’ve revealed everything." The Grand Princess spoke out, she was frowning. Her own daughter had only met this person a few times, and yet her feelings for him ran deep. How could this ever be something good?
"Mother what happened after that? Tell me." The Canton Princess started pushing her mother’s hips in endearment.
"Soon after, the aunt of his lover permitted them to be together, and stopped picking on him." 
"When the Emperor heard about this matter, he remained speechless for a long time." When the Canton Princess heard this, she burst out in a fit of giggles.
She remained giggling for some time before regaining her composure. Looking into her mother’s eyes, she asked, "Mother, are you here today to tease me? You have never agreed to help me whenever I wanted to find out more about him. Why have you told me this piece of news today? Are you trying to make me stop thinking about him?"
"You’re getting thinner everyday. And my heart is aching for you." The Grand Princess pulled the Canton Princess into her embrace, "He has someone whom he loves, and he has his own life. You have never really made an impression on him. No matter how much you think of him, he wouldn’t ever know of it anyway."
"Mother, stop speaking. You’re making me extremely upset." The Canton Princess started weeping, and couldn’t hold back the tears that streamed down her face. It could be because she hasn’t slept properly in a long while, or it could also be that this piece of news brought her a great sense of happiness for him, and yet was a sad piece of news for her. She cried for some time before eventually falling asleep.
Seeing her daughter asleep in her arms, the Grand Princess and the old serving maid gently placed her atop a bed.
"The next few days, I want you to prepare some nourishing and replenishing food for her. And talk to her more, spend more time with her, do you hear me?" The Grand Princess started shouting loudly, her face was extremely fierce as she spoke to the serving maids.
"Yes, your Highness Grand Princess." The serving maids fell to the ground and started trembling after they had responded.
Within the room, the Canton Princess opened her eyes, She then stood up and retrieved the drawing of Pei Zi Yun which she had drawn some days back. She looked at his face, as her eyes welled up with tears. She was not careful, and allowed a teardrop to stain her painting, and blurred the contours of his face. When she saw this, she starting weeping silently.
When the Grand Princess turned around the corner, she was holding a letter, which she handed over to the female official beside her. "Hand this poem over to Count Zhong Qing, let him read it and see what he thinks and says."
"Yes, your Highness Grand Princess." The female official received the poem and turned around towards the Count’s mansion to deliver it.
"Grand Princess, why did you have to bring up the matter once more? The Canton Princess was already heartbroken. To be so upset for so long is extremely bad on her health." The old serving maid who was following the Grand Princess asked.
The Canton Princess had been raised by this old serving maid. Before the Emperor had rebelled to take over the entire dynasty, they had been familiar neighbours. She had a deep attachment toward this family. At this point, seeing how the Canton Princess was often so upset, she was worried and sad too.
When the Grand Princess heard this, a look of pity and helplessness flickered past her eyes. "Temporary pain is better than long term pain. Although it was good for Pei Zi Yun that the Crown Prince wishes to bestow him with a title, this might not necessarily be a good thing for Pei Zi Yun. It seems like this person is doomed. When the day comes and my daughter hears the news, I wouldn’t know how to break it to her. At this point, if I can get her to give up her hopes, it would be better for everyone in the future."
"If Pei Zi Yun ends up surviving this time until the Crown Prince ascends to the throne, he would be greatly rewarded for his work and might receive an official title. Then, they might end up together."
"For better or for worse, she has to get rid of her feelings for him."
"Ai, as for the affairs of the royal household, so what if you know of it? There’s nothing anyone can do about it. Do not speak of this." The Grand Princess sighed before walking off.
"Yes, your Highness Grand Princess, this old subject understands." The old serving maid responded.
Count Zhong Qing’s Mansion
"Is Count Zhong Qing in?" The woman official got off outside the mansion and asked.
"You are?" The gates of the mansion opened and a man stepped out and bowed.
"I am a woman official belonging to the Grand Princess’s mansion. She had ordered me to deliver this here." The woman official showed the tile which was hanging from her waist before handing the letter over. The man hurriedly checked the tile to see if it was authentic before receiving the letter and delivering it in.
Within the Count’s mansion, the faint sound of someone playing the flute could be heard. This person seemed to know of the Count’s exact location. He hurriedly ran past the garden and through the spiralled corridors. When he looked across, he saw a water pavilion which had white marble tiles on it. Under the huge willow tree was a stone table and bench.
"Master Count, a woman official from the Grand Princess’s mansion delivered this letter." The man stepped forward and handed the letter over.
The Count who was feeding the goldfishes in the pond looked up, his eyebrows were raised. He then asked curiously, "Isn’t the Grand Princess doing fine, why has she sent a letter?"
Count Zhong Qin received the letter and read it once.
"Coincidentally, this zither has fifty strings, each string, each fret reminds me of a year that has gone by."
He then read the entire poem once more. Count Zhong Qin whose eyebrows were raised seem to be critiquing the poem. When he finished the poem, he read the words written enclosed on top, which said that this poem had been written by Pei Zi Yun. He had composed this after the Sect Leader of True Element Sect caused him so problems. When finished writing, he sighed, "Each string each fret reminds me of a year that had gone by. There hasn’t been a single day which I don’t think of what happened between us. Indeed, I’ve let Su Yue down."
These words were strange and caused the man to be confused.
"Master? Did the Grand Princess write something important? You seem somewhat troubled?" The butler asked after seeing his master react so strangely to this matter.
"It’s nothing much. Just that the Grand Princess sent this poem over, and caused me some grief after reading this." Count Zhong Qin answered after hearing the question.
"Master Count, who wrote the poem? Just listening to you read it out made me realize how impressive it was. Won’t master Count give it some critique?" The butler tried to make some small talk.
"There’s no need." Count Zhong Qin replied this way, his tone was final and clear. When the butler heard this, he still felt strange about the whole matter. On a normal day his master Count enjoyed reading poems. Of late, a scholar named Pei Zi Yun had been composing fantastic poems, which his master had been collecting and reading. Why had he reacted this way after reading the poem?
The butler stood at his side, somewhat worried, and yet didn’t dare to ask further.
'King Lu is enraged. He had sent a special group of highly trained soldiers after him. This man is a dead man walking. There’s no need to critique his poem. Although I wonder what’s the intention of the Grand Princess for sending this poem to me?' Count Zhong Qin thought to himself.
'Could it be as simple as to make fun as me?'
'Hang on, unless the Grand Princess still harbours a glimmer of hope? Could it be that she feels Pei Zi Yun stands a chance against King Lu, and is able to hold out and survive until the Crown Prince ascends to his throne?'
Count Zhong Qin had a sudden inspiration, as thoughts came into his head. He then burst out in laughter. He was a Count of the country and thus knew a great deal about military and war affairs. Under such a circumstance, when King Lu has sent out an order to kill Pei Zi Yun, nobody would stand in his way. Not the Emperor, not the Crown Prince, not the Grand Princess. Truly nobody would stop him. It didn’t matter if Pei Zi Yun’s poems had reached such a high reputation.
Pei Zi Yun’s only hope would be to avoid being killed in this chaos, and wait for the Crown Prince to ascend to his throne. Only then would the Crown Prince reward him handsomely and hand him an official title. When that happens, she could then allow her daughter to marry him. It was somewhat strange?
No, this is what politics was all about.
'The Grand Princess is after all a woman, and she still harbors a glimmer of hope for her daughter. She is soft-hearted when it comes to her daughter.'
'However if Pei Zi Yun truly does survive, what will my own recommendation matter? He would still obtain favors from the Grand Princess, the Crown Prince, the Royal Concubine, and even the Emperor’s grandson.'
'If that’s the case, you should struggle and do your best to survive!'
As Count Zhong Qin remained deep in thought, he tossed the letter into the pond. The goldfishes in the pond assumed that it was some food and all gathered around, tearing pieces of the paper. Soon after, the entire piece sank deep into the pond.

Earth Immortals are cultivated from a blessed land,
Heaven Immortals move to and fro from the divine mountains.
I have a stalk of plum blossom, and I shall maraud the Will of the Heavens with it!

Ok so the next poem is a short poem but it doesn't relate to me in any way I just decided to write it one day. It doesn't really make since but I hope you kinda understand what I wrote. So I hope you like it. If not that ok. It not really the greatest. 
      
         I don't belong here, but I'm not going anywhere, I know I'm a mistake, but I'm you mistake, I'm sorry I didn't do you good, I'm done crying about all this shit, the same shit you play, it's not ok, I'm not your bay, or so you say, go play with someone else, and leave me be, I'm sorry you got caught, by someone you're not, I'm not your friend, so stop playing all your games, and be a real man, stop trying to get what you want, and be happy with what you got, don't be a man slut, I know you are going through something, and I don't know what to do or say, but your not ok, so I'm going to stay away, but I'll be back someday, I can't say that I'm happy, but we'll be ok, I guess we need a break, I do love you all the way, but I'm not sorry that I stayed, with you to this day.

      This doesn't relate to me but if it does relate to you I hope that everything will be ok in the future.

I wrote all of my poems and there are more to come. 
     The first poem is about a girl that is confused and questioning random things about life. 
     The second poem is about a relationship about a girl feeling like she is doing something wrong in the relationships and how she feels about how she caught her boyfriend cheating on her out of pain.

Poem 1

watching as the night draws near
just know I am here. I have not left your side.
So much time has gone by.Your fate is intertwined
with mine and the darkness will soon
be close behind.
Love shines through the darkest of times.
Know that I am always inside your mind.
Know how much time has gone by.
Remember that your never alone.
Remember you always have a home.
Be here frozen in time. Forever be mine.
The souls will be a lined. Remember your soul is
mine. Though my time is done.
Remember the hope is still there.
Remember I am everywhere.
the pain will pass. But the love
will last. Never forget the person you once knew.
Forever be in your heart that will never be gone.
The soul of love will never be undone.
poem 2

As the snow falls on me.
The more my heart grows empty
No one left to help me.
As I hold myself tight to keep warm.
As the cold is getting to me.
Will anyone come save me.
From this loneliness with in my heart.
Or be left here to die in the dark.
Will I forever be alone.
Once my heart has turn cold.
Forever to be alone.
When the heart stopped beating.
Finally be free from this cold world. 

Never to be seen.

poem 3


as blood drips from my hands.
Cause no one understands.
The pain that I am going through.
God I am lost with out you.
With no time to wast.
I know I am just a wast of space.
calling for death to come.
God it wont belong.
Until my life is gone.
This body is getting colder.
As my life has grown older.
As much time that has past.
I will not be able to last.
My heart is slowly dying.
I got tried of your lying.
My vision goes dark.
there not much longer
My breathing is shallow.
So this is no tomorrow
Here comes good bye.
Just know its my time.
poem 4


The stairs shine bright in the sky
as my heart slowly dies.
I lost myself and drown in my sorrows
watching as time goes by.
I know I will be soon saying good bye
the time we had i will Charis forever
hopping things will get better.
fading away with my broken heart
I know that is just the start.
Of the pain going though my vain
as my soul is being eaten away.
with no hope for being alive
I may as well die. Cause there is 
no more time. Lost everything
in my soul. There is no place to call home
Wandering the darkness with more sorrow.
God let me go tomorrow. 

poem 5
telling thing that are true.
Even though they hurt you.
As I lay here crying tonight 
I know nothing will be alright.
Cry my soul out knowing I'm to blame.
Soon I will be fading away.
Nothing left to save my soul.
Knowing that I got nothing to hold.
Here the pain is real.
wish I  never had to feel.
Be empty inside hoping I will die.
Nothing left to say in my heart
now my hole world has gone dark.
finally free form the pain of my sorrows.
Not going to be here tomorrow.
Now I am gone at last.
as my body is laying in the grass.
Wont be a burden to you any more.
Now my world had been torn.
As I was from the sky.
You forgetting that i have died.
As My soul was left behind.
poem 6


I hide it all be hind a mask.
Has my soul turn in to glass?
Hide the pain and sorrows of my past.
Giving Just a fake smile.
Though the tears will fallow.
At night when your a lone.
Why your soul has turn cold
Knowing I cant trust anyone.
Doubting My own sanity.
Looking my mind day by day.
Everything is just fading away.
Falling deeper in to the shadow
of the night. That when the nightmare
has there hold on you. 
Waking up screaming in pain.
Knowing that help will never come.
Along with nothing to lose.
My do i refuse?
Take the fall of nothingness
Just ending the soul 
Just when there is no more hope.

poem 7


I lay here crying my heart out.
Knowing that no one cares.That I am here.
But my scream echo through the house.
Everyone just sits on the couch not 
moving.Like emotionless dolls.
With out care in the world.
Just suffering alone.With nothing
else to lose.Cut after cut the blade
goes a cross my arm.
Watching the blood drip on to the floor.
Crying trying to relieve the pain in my soul.
Wishing there was still Hope.
Day after day I bleed and hurt more.
Year after year my screams for help 
Died down along with my soul,
I have nothing else to hold,
Let my body be drowned in pain.
I knowing every thing will never change.
Wishing the day someone stop me.
Someone to show me that there is
still hope for a life.But there is no one
Left to care. To show the love,Kindness.
They have them self's to blame for what.
They did to me as i lay here dying. 


poem 8


Falling deeper to where you can't
See anything but darkness. Shadows
move around you saying things you
can't understand what they say.
Falling forever to nowhere.
Falling in the lost hope you have.
Drowning in your own tears of 
sorrow. The heart that is dying will
never beat again.
You lost all senses of what has happen.
You see a blade on your stand that shines
in the moonlight.Picking it up and putting
it to your skin.
Slowly cutting the flesh and blood soon fallows.
As it drips on to the floor.You feel the pain that
comes with each cut.
You had lost your heart to darkness and
soon to be losing your life to the blade you
hold in your hand.

poem 9

You see broken shards
On the floor of whats left
of your soul.
It has fallen to peaces.
Crushed by the ones you
loved and cared about
Pushing you aside not
caring on what happens 
to you not caring if you lived
or died by your own hand.
No one there to help you.
No one there to save you.
No one to protect you.
No one there to love you.
They Left you in the darkness.
All a lone with only your thoughts
to keep you company.
No words are said.
As your heart fills with dread.
No hope to come in it again.
Bit by bit it slowly chips away.
Bit by bit it will go away.
Everyone says pain will pass
in do time.
But it was all a lie.
You wish was never born.
You wished that you had died.
the darkness takes hole of every
ones mind.You put it in a shell to
protect whats left of your poor soul.
Deep down you wish things get better.
But they never do.
They just get worsen and darker.
poem 10


I tired of being sad 
Tired of being broken inside
What is there left for me
The dark shadows of despair
pull me in more and more.
I feel I am losing my self each day
Death waits before me as i hold this
knife in my hand trying to choice
To end it all and be free from this 
Pain that draws me to suffer and 
Be more dark then my soul already is.
No one there to save me no one to stop
Me from taking this Knife in to my soul.
I wanted someone to save me.
Someone to stop me.
But no one cares.
No one wants a broken soul 
Like mine to be around.
No one cares . No one will cry
Over the grave of someone that
The world forgot.Nothing left to say.
Nothing to do anymore.
So I took the knife and behold. 
The Knife goes though my soul like
It was nothing now I lay here bleeding.
with my finale words I cry out in pain.
I am finally free from This land of hate.

poem 11


Night falls but the storm in my soul
rages on. I had no control i have no fate.
nothing left to grab a hold on to, What's left 
of this life It must end to night.

The darkness that has turn in to hate
I have done in that past.
No where to go no where to hide.
My sorrow will never leave.
I will never be the same .
I see nothing but darkness
and hate. Nothing will save this day

No one to care.
Fate has ways of changing things.
But not for one who has falling to fair 

that is beyond saving.
The shadows are around me.
No one coming, no one cared.
Will there every be light to my darkness.

poem 12


how darkness surrounds one mind
they try to hurt you fill you with doubt 
you put your self in a bubble so they cant hurt you.
Shadow hands try to break that bubble
you try so hard to hid what you
know might be true.
That your not strong enough
in this world its be strong or
die with regret of not doing more
The place this world....
nothing can save a soul 
no matter how much you try
it just cant be saved.
They are just to far gone
there souls have shattered
There no more Determination left.
It drained from them as there soul loses
its glow. It has stopped the fight with in.
The will to stay alive is gone now.
The hope of wanting more in life.
Will never come true.
That is way things are in humans.
there souls are so fragile yet.
They keep on living.
Whats is left of a beast like you.
One that lived for more then others.
Now turned against humanity.
The shadows draw near and closer.
Wanting you to just suffer. 
With a endless night.
poem 13


What Makes us human.
We all make mistakes but others just don't 
see it.We all break rules cause there are 
just fools. No one talks things out
Why with out about. We are not gods
we are not perfect. Though other's 
believe they are better then other.
When its all lies that no one is better
then anyone.There are others that
suffer and are in great pain.
But we all ignore them and go on with out day
Other don't have lives.Cause they cant deny.
Of ones voice of ones words.No one ask nicely.
To though they have hurt.Do they care.
Do they thing that other do though things out
of shear amusement.
Us humans all make mistakes and learn.
others don't cause they chose to be jerks.
The truth of all humans of all of us is.
No one truly cares about others 
No one learns from there mistakes
No one ask kindly or talk about what
they have done wrong.
They don't have hearts.
cause they have all gone.
Everyone are forced to do
what others say when.
They can see how hurtful 
They cause every day.
There no peaces in this world
No one have hearts to show there
is still hope that they do care.

poem 14

I lost my soul 
I lost the will to fight.
I lost wanting to live.
I hear nothing but lies.
no matter how much time.
Has gone by.
My blood has frozen in time.
I am a soulless corps.With
no life and happiness.
I can keep portending that I'm
happy. I can't keep up the will
to hid the tears.
Is this what is means to be broken.
is this the fate I suffer.No one truly cares.
No one wants to let me go on with my life.
All that is life is a empty soul.
That had died long ago.
No where left to hid.
As the scares never die.
I keep wanting to die.
I keep wanting to hid.
I keep seeing my life ending.
Will anyone berry me ones i have
finally take my own life.
Or suffer for the rest of my renaming years. 
Just to die and be forgotten.



poem 15

Time after time
all I do is cry and
be broken inside. 

Day after Day
I lose my way
is anyone really there.
nothing is going to be okay
nothing going to be there to stop the tears.
not able to find the answer to what I'm looking for.

Letting my self go in to the dark hole of my soul.
Have nothing left to live for nothing to look 
foreword to.

Should I just fade away letting the wind carry me
through the night as the dust of who I am be destroyed by
the pain of being hurt by others.
I am nothing but a monster.
A freak that does not belong in this world
Should I just end it all and just be forgotten?

poem 16 

I'm not okay its will never be alright
I sit here crying when others think I 
am Dummy leaving my heart in peaces.
I am tired of being put down and
Mentally hurt by others who don't give
a shit about me.

Wishing I just die and be a memory of  others
who have hurt me and cause me so much pain.
I am tired of living I'm tired of trying of them 

Being happy like nothing has fucken happen
let me drown in my tears of sorrow and pain.
Let me die  and be forgotten by the ones have 
done this to me.
A flower falls and dies on the grave stone of mine.
As i watch this world as a spirit that would be free from
this pain.I dont want to feel any more.I dont want
to have to wear the mask of happiness that is not real.
Let the angel of death take my life and take me somewhere
I can be happy and not have others treat me like I am nothing but 
a dum and will help me when i need it. Just end me and let me be free.



poem 17

i am dying inside my heart
bleeds of shame and despair
crying my heart out hurting
myself being more broken
then the heart is drowning
in my broken dreams
never to smile
never to laugh
never be happy
forever to be in despair
feeling the darkness around
me hurting braking down
losing my self in never
ending pain wanting
to die and leave this
life never to be heard
never to be seen
always hid the pain
put on a show to
inter tamed thoughts
around you as your heart
bleeds and bleeds till there is nothing left


poem 18

tired of being the way i am
i try so hard to change
but i get put down for things
I did in past being crushed
by the ones i love and 
hurt by them.
my heart breaks cause 
of them not trusting me
hurt by the past i had 
crush by the pain of
being locked up in
this please i call home
in a prison of being controlled
dying slowly in pain of  what i 
diverse from everything i have done
wanting to just fade away in to nothing
and have things forgotten and die down
i can never be free never do things
I wish i could do have nothing more then
dream that will never come true. Crying
out the sorrows that i hold in me.
They know they need to let me go but
they dont let me be the one who wants 
to be free. I am the dark sheep that does 
not belong in this world
a world that i will not be able to take anymore
a world that will beat me down until i die and be
forgotten with nothing to my name
nothing to keep me going anymore
nothing to make me feel i have 
more to do. When all i see is darkness
and broken shards of me. I take 
the shard of what used to be 
the person i once was
now just bleeding out 
with fresh broken pieces of 
that i was and be crush under
the weight of family and 
life. What life do i have?
the life of being in a bird cage
for the remands of my life
now i shatter of the dark of night.



poem 19

slowly give up who you hare
slowly give up its not that hard
give up on the heart
give up on the words
give up on this life
give up on the fight
give up on the tears
be empty inside
no one will care 
you have said goodbye
give up knowing no one cares
give up cause no one wants
you their.
give up on dreams that will never come true
give up on the soul that beats in you.
give up on everything you try to do
They have turned on you

song 1

You left me in the dark
left me here to rot 
you was never there for me
you destroyed everything
I love and cared 
you  had broken 
the trust I had in you
you left me in the dark
left me here to rot
in the shadows I begin to start
the  fight for the life you took from me
I will be the one to win the light
you will be the one that fades away
in to the dark
I will not take no more
No more
you left me in the dark
left me here to rot 
left me here to brake away
Never again will it be this way
i will find my own way
to brake free from your shadow
I will brake free from the dark



song 2

hurting drowning in the pain
broken shattered empty inside
crying, erasing everything i am
i am no longer wanted here
no one really cares
crying my eyes out with despair
no one to want you around
you better off not being there
better off dead
drowning in shadows in the world
of madness  my heart is
shattering beyond repair
 
I will just die along with my soul
that has been crush in this world
no one care no one see the pain
that is there Being ignored
being excluded from everything
hurting drowning in the pain
broken shattered empty inside
crying, erasing everything i am


song 3

fighting, crying, bleeding, dying
was it worth the fighting
cheating, stealing, screaming
Things are here to be fearing
hiding, falling, lying
dreams are fading away
we just keep on this 
torture's looping path
of despair
you look in the mirror
to see the face of terror 
that has haunt you
broke you, chased you
trying to hurt you
you try to escape
the flow of time but 
it wont help the
soul that is left behind 

fighting, crying, bleeding, dying
was it worth the fighting
burning the anything in your way
crushing the one who hurt you
broken you to shards or glass 
fighting on to where you can see
the light of day to be free
from this loop of pain


song 4


There was a time
where we all was free
from the heartache and the pain
the tear that had follow 
are still the same
they left you to be forgotten
they broke you beyond repair 
nothing left to lose
nothing left to do
but cry your pain
away so you thought
but its never true
the pain will never go
it will always remain 
to remind you
you are the one to hate
the time where we was happy
have all gone
now all that is there
Is hell to pay
you lost the heart to remain
in this world of hate
no longer smiling 
no reason to go 
with the past
but what else can you do
with no one to be there for you

There was a time
where we all was free
from the heartache and the pain
the tear that had follow 
with no more dreams 
to dream only to have
nightmare that 
will never flee
they haunt you
they pray on you
they don't care
the feelings you had share
so why even bother
why even care
about the broken heart
that is there
left to die 
left to hide
no one to save
nothing to gain
lost all hope 
lost all faith 
in yourself
no one care
no one is there
you are left 
a lone to stare 
in to darkness 
that you can't bear
There was a time where
we all was happy
and had cared

some poems and songs i did of my own feelings

So we now half way,finally!!
And the shout out for this poem goes to Monica,she actually came up with the title so the poem is for her☺️

Love is like,sort of like,kinda like,you know what?,love is crap,
Atleast that's how I felt the day my heart fell on shuttered glass,splitting my heart open,I guess we can call that a Heart break, from that day I realized love was a language spoken by the brave so I carried my heart and tied it into a nutshell and my heart never spoke again,
It took long sleepless nights were I wished I could shutter hour glasses to fall asleep  and an alarm clock waking me up every morning reminding me that I was still along,my phone become a ghost town with no notification or messages from him,I was wallowing in my own grief,but all that made me the person I am today,I came to the realization that love is a language best understood when you are speaking with someone from your own tribe,luckily I met Johnny who's smile spilled out all his good intentions,so I gave love a second chance,I unwrapped my heart and it spoke again but this time a different language we both understood,now my heart smiles more whenever he says te quiera.

By @john mukuwa 
Instagram @mukuwajohn

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At times,people say love is the best feeling in the world,especially when you experience it with someone meant for you,but that can't be more further from the truth.

you see,I have found love 600 times now,but it all ends in regret,i got to learn that love is just a brief moment of bliss.

I should have known better than to believe in something that stutter's whenever it gets nervous,something controlled by a Little naked peace of shit with a bow and arrow in his hand.

shout outs
So for this book I'll be doily ng shout outs to the people who inspired me to right this poems and
The first shout out goes to the first and second loves of my life 
Girl 1
And Girl 2 
HAhaha,I won't be mentioning any names.

             AUTHORS NOTE
Finally!!!,I now get to publish my second book,and this one is different,it is a compilation of  some of the poems I wrote due to some of the experiences I had from two very special people the first and second love of my life and some few other friends as well,so enjoy 
And get a first class ticket to the shity love life of mine.
So let's begin.


The lovers walked into the town with their horses following behind them. Zhao Renshu asked everyone he met where is central hall.

Guo Baiyu, "Do you really need to make it a mission?"

Zhao Renshu, "Yes."

Ping'an, "I don't even like white."

Zhao Renshu teased, "Are you sure?" He wrapped his left arm around her waist. "Last I check, you love white." He kissed her on the cheek.

Ping'an, "When did I say that?"

Zhao Renshu pointed at Guo Baiyu, "Don't tell me you don't love this white jade?"

Ping'an, "I meant the color white."

Zhao Renshu, "Look at his flawless white skin." Then a man walked past him. He grabbed the man's arm. "Can you tell me where is the clothing store in the central hall by the water-fountain?"

The man was confused, then looked from left to right, "You are in the middle of the central hall." He pointed to a water-fountain as high as a house. "There are clothing stores everywhere. Just choose one. Don't waste my time." He pulled his arm away from Zhao Renshu.

Zhao Renshu opened his mouth and murmured, "She could have told me the name of the store."

Man, "No shop is open until late evening."

Guo Baiyu laughed at the disappointed Zhao Renshu.

Ping'an, "Why is that, sir?"

Man, "Today, is a special day. The young master and young mistress decide to do a public marriage."

Zhao Renshu stroked his chin with the thumb of his left hand, "Interesting."

Ping'an, "Let's go see. I have never seen anything like this before."

Zhao Renshu, "Don't tell me you want another husband?"

Ping'an, "Nonsense. Keeping a log about this matter would be a good thing." She turned around and squeezed his left cheek gently. "Don't say we didn't invite you."

Zhao Renshu, "I want to wait for the shops to open, and beside, I don't need another wife."

Guo Baiyu held Ping'an's right hand, "You wait here then, we are going."

The lovers followed the man away.

Zhao Renshu called out, "Hey, you two really going to leave me here!" He dragged his horse and ran after them.


The lovers tied their horses outside the arena and walked in. The arena is full of people of all ages. On the left side of the stage are four rows of chairs. There are ten chairs in each row, all seated by people. An older man walked onto the stage and stood in the middle of the stage.

The lover walked to the front row, and then Zhao Renshu suddenly ran into a familiar face.

Zhao Renshu, "Sorry." Zhao Renshu looked, and it is the Huang sisters. Zhao Renshu bumped right into Huang Hongse's right shoulder. He chuckled and said, "Huh....What a small world?"

Huang Hongse looked at him with the murderer's eyes, "Don't stand too close to me, you might dirty my air." She rolled her eyes with arrogance.

Zhao Renshu, "You..." He pointed his right pointing finger out and nodded.

Old man, "Citizens of Waterfall City, today is a special day. Our Young master and young lady." He pointed to the front row seat. "It has been decided that they will have a public marriage. Any single ladies and gentlemen, no younger than sixteen or older than thirty-five years of age are welcome to participate in this competition."

All the citizens of Waterfall City cheered.

Two male servants walked on the stage. One servant held the big scroll, the other slowly rolled away and opened the scroll.

The paper wrote:
"Meet or part, live or die
Took an oath, swore our lives."

Old man, "As long as you correctly answer, any virginity status, our young master will marry you. Gentlemen who can defeat our young master in battle will marry our young lady."

A young man about twenty years old jumped onto the stage, "I will compete with the young Master Lim." He drew his sword.

An older man shook his head and said, "He is fool, Lim Peizhi is the best fighter in Waterfall City. What is he thinking?"

Another middle-age man, "He will defiantly lose."

A young teen asked, "Is he very that good?"

Older man replied, "If Lim Peizhi ranks second in Waterfall City, no one will dares to say they are number one."

The lovers looked at the group of people and listen to theirs conversation.

Ping'an looked at Guo Baiyu, "Baiyu, can you solve that poem?"

Guo Baiyu smiled at Ping'an, "The last line is:  Walk with you side by side, be your cane throughout your life, I will always be beside you, until hair are grey and our days are due." He smiled at Ping'an and held her hand.

Ping'an smiled at him, "Who wrote it?"

Guo Baiyu said, "I did, back when I first met you."

Zhao Renshu, "Wow, I need to start writing poems." He gave Guo Baiyu a thumb's up.

The young man was kicked so hard that he flew over and landed on the ground in front of his lovers. Lim Peizhi jumped off the stage and walked towards the lovers.

Lim Peizhi asked coldly, "Who answered this poem just now?"

Lim Peizhi is six feet tall. His body is slim. He is very handsome, with a light brown mole the size of a small pea located at the corner of his left eye towards the left temple.

Zhao Renshu pointed at Huang Hongse with his finger, "It's her." He giggled. "I heard she answered this poem."

Lim Peizhi looked at Huang Hongse. Huang Hongse stared madly at Zhao Renshu.

Huang Hongse unsheathed her sword, "Jerk!" She attacked Zhao Renshu.

Zhao Renshu gently pushed Ping'an back into Guo Baiyu. Lim Peizhi glanced past Zhao Renshu,  he saw the handsome Guo Baiyu. He can't take his eyes away. There should be no man more handsome than him. He couldn't believe it. Zhao Renshu dogged Huang Hongse's attacks he went straight behind Lim Peizhi. Huang Hongse swung her sword at Lim Peizhi, and her attack was blocked by Lim Peizhi.

An old man called from the crowd, "Peizhi, wait."

Lim Peizhi, "Uncle Huang."

Huang Honghui, "Peizhi, this is my sister's daughter Huang Hongse."

Lim Peizhi, "Your sword skill is not bad. Did you really answer the poem?"

Huang Hongse, "I will not answer such idiotic poem." She sheathed her sword.

Huang Yueliang, "Uncle Honghui."

Guo Baiyu walked to the group. He gave proper greetings.

Guo Baiyu said, "I do apologize. I am the one who answered this poem. Hearing such a soft tone, your spiritual power must be very strong."

Lim Peizhi said, "If you beat me, you can marry my sister today." He pointed to a beautiful lady in a light green dress. Lim Yuehai walked towards them. "My twin sister, Lim Yuehai."

Lim Yuehai, "May I ask, do you know the tile of the poem and who composed it?"

Guo Baiyu said, "You and Me,  it is  composed by the late childe Gou of the Gou family in Capital City."

Lim Yuehai smiled and said, "Can I quote another poem for you to guess?"

Guo Baiyu said, "I'm sorry Miss,  I am not qualified." He smiled at her.

Lim Yuehai, "May I know your name?"

Guo Baiyu replied, "Guozhao Baiyu."

Lim Yuehai smiled with two big dimples, "Young master Guozhao, you are very talented."

Guo Baiyu, "Not at all." He looked at Zhao Renshu. "Renshu, let's go."

The lovers walked out of the arena.

Huang Hongse gritted her teeth frantically and said, "Renshu."

Huang Honghui, "I have booked two rooms in the Star Inn for the two of you."

The three Huangs also walked out of the arena too.

Lim Peizhi turned around and said, "Since the first poem was solved,  bring out the second poem and continue."


Sitting at the dining table in the Star Inn, the couples waited for their food. Zhao Renshu poured himself a cup of wine.

Ping'an sighed, "If Guo Longtong were here, he would definitely win the competition easily."

Zhao Renshu choked on his wine.

Zhao Renshu, "Are you trying to kill me." He cleared his throat. "The only thing he can hold is his fan. No offense, but he can't even defend himself from rat's attack. Do you see how strong that young master Lim's attack is?"

Huang Hongse coldly said from behind as she walked in, "You are the same. Why mock others?"

Zhao Renshu turned around and saw the arrogant Huang Hongse and the beautiful Gou Baiyu's twin Huang Yueliang.

Zhao Renshu ignored Huang Hongse, "Miss Huang, which store did you buy that dress from?"

Huang Yueliang, "The store next to the water-fountain in central hall."

Zhao Renshu frowned, "Miss, there are about fifteen stores there."

Huang Yueliang, "I'm sorry, I told you exactly how the maid told me."

Zhao Renshu was very irritates, "Ah.... Thank you anyway."

Huang Hongse mocked, "No matter what color the firefly wears, it will never be as bright as a star." She rolled her eyes at Zhao Renshu.

Huang Yueliang murmured, "Hongse."

Zhao Renshu, "We are talking about clothes....Why you..."

Guo Baiyu stood up and looked straight at Huang Hongse, "Even though the firefly is not as bright as a star, with its pure heart, it is more lovely and brighter than any star."

Guo Baiyu is a very handsome and polite gentleman, but when he is angry, he can be very scary. He can send chill down someone's spine by just gazing at them.

Huang Yueliang apologized, "Childe Guozhao, please calm down. I do apologize." She pulled Huang Hongse closer to her. "I apologize again." The two Huang sisters and their uncle went upstairs.

The last time Zhao Renshu saw Guo Baiyu this angry was back in Peace Town, when he punched Boss Xiong on the face. Now, he saw the same anger in Guo Baiyu's eyes.

Zhao Renshu, "What's wrong with you? Why are you so angry?"

Guo Baiyu shook his head.

Zhao Renshu, "Stupid girl, we talk about dresses, but she continues to talk about firefly and star." He sat down and took a sip of wine.

Guo Baiyu, "You are the stupid one." Guo Baiyu sat down.

Ping'an, "Baiyu, let it go." She put her right hand on his right hand and squeezed it gently.

Zhao Renshu was unhappy and he asked madly, "You call me stupid....?"

Guo Baiyu sighed, "Do you not understand her?"

Zhao Renshu, "No....I don't understand what she is talking about."

Guo Baiyu, "Think about it. That's why you are stupid." He drank tea.

Zhao Renshu slowly scratched his chin with the fingertips of his left hand, "Mm...no matter what color firefly wear, it will never be as bright as a star." He stood up angrily and hovered straight at Huang Hongse.  He shouted angrily, "Huang Hongse!"

Ping'an, "Renshu!"

Huang Hongse unsheathed her sword and attacked Zhao Renshu. Zhao Renshu did a single backflip in the air to avoiding the sword. He sent out a talisman when he landed on the table, the talisman turned into ten icicles, heading straight towards the Huang. Huang Yueliang conjured three guzheng strings and sent out a power sound wave to stop the icicles attack. Zhao Renshu conjured a blue talisman floating on his palm as hundreds of icicles rapidly appearing and surrounding the Huang sisters and their uncle.

The guests sitting by the stairs jumped up and backed away. The guests on the second floor stopped by the railway to look at them. The guests in the in the main dinning hall chat endlessly.

Zhao Renshu was extremely angry.  He gritted his teeth and said, "Break the front and the back will stab you. Break the back and the front will stab you. Break both front and back and the sides will stab you." Zhao Renshu said aggressively, "How dare you?"

Everyone in the inn was amazed by the man's powerful talisman.

The Huang sisters didn't dare to make a move, only staring at each other. They noticed that every time Zhao Renshu closed his palm, the icicles approached them closer.

Huang Yueliang looked at Guo Baiyu, "Childe Guozhao please."

Guo Baiyu, "Renshu, enough."

Zhao Renshu jumped off the table and walked towards  Huang sisters angrily. Zhao Renshu stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking directly into Huang Hongse's eyes, "Do you think you are better than anyone else?" He sneered. "Tsk... Tsk... Tsk... I hate ugly women with beautiful faces."

Huang Hongse provoked fiercely, "I hate two faces people who pretend to be something they are not meant to be."

Huang Yueliang turned to Huang Hongse, "Hongse, stop it!"

Ping'an walked to Zhao Renshu, and then she poked the floating talisman on his palm. When the talisman despaired so was the icicles surrounding the Huang sisters and their uncle. She whispered something in his left ear.

Zhao Renshu expression immediately changed, and he smiled, "Really?"

Ping'an nodded, "Mm..."

The Huang sisters was confused.  He was in a state of murderous rage, and then whatever she told him made him act as if nothing happened.

The lovers returned to their table in time just as the waiter happened to deliver the food to them. The guests also returned to the table.

Guo Baiyu, "What do you say to him?"

Ping'an, "Um...."

Zhao Renshu said softly, "She said she will be on top tonight."

The two men laughed.

Huang Hongse looked at them angrily, "I hate that man."

Huang Yueliang followed her gaze, "I don't see it that way. I think you are in love with him."

Huang Hongse turned around and started walking up the stairs, "Nonsense."

Huang Yueliang, "The deepest hatred, the deepest love."

Syaoran was created as the most powerful mortal guarding the northern fortress. He fell in love with two souls secretly, which angered heaven. His punishment is to be reborn as a human being, and he must suffer humiliation, pain, illness and death in the form of a woman.

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