hello people. please dont expect much from this book. this is the only place where i can rant or write a simple story, one shots if you called it. happy reading and dont stress too much! help is everywhere <3

A short poem to read for a day. 
Thank you

Isabella woke up one day and everyone she knew was gone, but her best friend Cole. So they must find out what has happened. She soon finds out she must save the world from shadows that have taken over the world an made all the humans disappear. So her and a group of people must find out what really happened.

Little Yu's brows unwittingly knitted tightly into a frown. It was most likely someone's randomly written poem trying to use her to boost popularity.
Nevertheless, within a brief moment, the number of people tagging her grew, all pointing at the same poem.
'What poem is this? How did it get so much attention?'
Fueled by her curiosity, she finally decided to check it out.
[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.]
'Such a simple poem!'
That was Little Yu's initial impression. Additionally, the writing style came off peculiar. It was childish, and the sentences seemed to be in reverse. Under normal circumstances, it would not be appropriate.
However, weirdly enough, she felt that the poem carried a hidden meaning. Crab, notebook, maple leaf, snowflakes. They all described one emotion—sorrow.
With that sorrowful feeling in mind, she read the poem again. This time, as she read through the verses, the sorrowful feeling deepened. Suddenly, her eyes narrowed, and tears seemed to pour out from her heart, instantly flooding her eyes.
'Reverse!'
'It was in reverse!'
'This is a revolutionary poem!'
She wiped the tears at the corners of her eyes, and read it for the third and fourth time. The emotions grew stronger, and finally, she took a deep breath and started to voice out her views on Weibo.
[The beauty of language lies in its versatility. I firmly believe poetry to be the canvas for this beauty to be fully expressed. Language can use the simplest words to express the deepest of emotions! This poem is definitely well written. It is different from all other poems. It was written in reverse! It shook me to the core!]
She started by uploading that message onto Weibo. Like a rock that caused a thousand ripples, it instantly attracted the attention of all the viewers.
[It can't be. Even Little Yu is praising that poem?]
[FML. This is my first time seeing Little Yu giving such high praises to a poem. A new writing method? What does this mean?]
[I'll await for the explanation with you guys. Let's appreciate this together!]
[Could it be a circle jerk? Y Cosmetic is an online trend store after all.]
[It's too fake. Just a couple of words and it's getting such great assessment? I just can't see what's so good about it.]
…
Very quickly, the comments under Little Yu's post grew. More and more people started following the thread, all of them trying to figure out the meaning behind this poem.
Little Yu paid them no heed but instead continued to type out her insights.
[I believe everyone here have read the poem. Actually, from the beginning to the end, this poem is in reverse. That is to say, the author is writing about a world turned upside down. You can try to read the poem in reverse.]
'Reading in reverse?'
They once more shifted their focus on the poem.
[I'm peeling the shell of the crab.
I'm writing in a notebook.
The sky full of maple leaf and snowflakes landed on me,
Yet I'm missing you!]
Boom!
Just as they finished reading the last line, all their minds were blown. At that moment, they finally understood what the poem was about.
It was a poem about longing, trying to convey the message of 'I miss you'!
[I believe that everyone has given it a try. After reading it in reverse, those verses make sense now right? The author didn't only express his longing, but it also carried a deeper meaning: You'll only think of me if the world is upside down! This is a sad one-sided love.]
Little Yu's words once more stunned the crowd. In the next moment, they all felt a warmth within them that moved their hearts.
[You'll only think of me if the world is upside down. Hehe, what a sad tale…]
[Ahhh, reading this poem again made me cry. How shameful that I didn't understand it on my first try.]
[This poem is written in a really special way. However, I really can't relate to the sadness it portrays. It can't be that exaggerated right?]
[Previous post, you've never loved someone before right? When you experience a one-sided love, you'll truly understand this poem.]
[That's right. You'll only think of me if the world is upside down. Meanwhile, longing for you has become a part of my life, just like a normal notebook. Sob sob sob…]
[Genius! Only when you understand you'll realize how magnificent this poem is!]
…
In an instant, the poem's explanation spread like wildfire over the internet. On that special occasion, the poem naturally became the most welcomed poem on Singles' Day.
Nothing was more suitable for Singles' Day than a one-sided love.
Furthermore, along with the poem gaining traction, Y Cosmetics rose in popularity too. A lot of people expressed that it was too difficult to court the pretty boss lady of Y Cosmetics. Composing a poem that surpassed theirs? How was that even possible?!
That poem immediately turned into Y Cosmetics' symbol, gaining countless praises.
Ye Lingchen was instead sitting in the back. As he watched his popularity points went from 500 over thousand to 558,978, a faint smile appeared on his face as he remained hidden.
The next day, Ye Lingchen got out of bed early in the morning. After his morning exercise, he calmly waited for Xu Nan to pick him up.
Early in the morning, all the big media platforms were covering the news on autonomous vehicle technology. Aside from the entertainment news channel, some central news broadcasts had also brought up topics on autonomous vehicle technology. It was the arrival of a new era. The significance of this issue resulted in foreign media reporting on it as well.
It would appear that the whole world was focused on that day, a day the people of China took pride in.
At 9am sharp, Xu Nan's car parked outside the gates of Hill Spring Residences.
"Master!"
Seeing Ye Lingchen, Xu Nan immediately came forward to greet him with a smile.
Ye Lingchen returned a nod and got into the car.
The car drove on, and shortly arrived at the exhibit venue.
Looking around, the area was filled with cars. Countless people were coming and going with excitement displayed on their faces as they conversed.
Ye Lingchen saw quite a number of foreigners, ranging from fair to dark skin tones. All of them had an excited smile on their faces.
"Student Ye Lingchen, you're here." Xu Wanqing appeared before Ye Lingchen.
"Teacher Xu."
"I'm sorry about the previous incident. We didn't manage to safeguard your note and had to trouble you again," Xu Wanqing apologized.
Ye Lingchen returned a smile without words.
It would be a lie to say that he was not angry. As he grew steadily, he slowly developed the ego as a prodigy. At first, he did not plan to take further actions, but with Xu Nan as his disciple and Xu Wanqing as a teacher he was close to, it was difficult for him to say no when requested by both of them. Furthermore, autonomous vehicle technology was an important matter. One could even say it directly impacted the technological standing and advancement of China. For those reasons, Ye Lingchen would still try his best to contribute.
"Master, please calm down. You can point out the flaws later and give her a good round of face slapping! Let Abbess Miejue admit her mistakes. I guarantee that she'll offer her sincerest apology!" Xu Nan said coquettishly while tugging at Ye Lingchen's arm...


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...

Sui Xin could clearly feel that someone was staring at him from behind, but he didn't feel uncomfortable because there were too many people staring at her.
She suddenly did something she really wanted to do. She took out a piece of paper from her bag and read a love poem to the person next to her.
Entering the door of my lovesickness, knowing how much I miss you, long-term lovesickness, long-term lovesickness, short-term lovesickness, endless lovesickness.
This poem was read by Sui Xin from God knows where. She remembered that she seemed to have seen a book in the library. Originally, she was bored, but after reading this sentence, she suddenly felt very emotional.
After reading the poem, she looked at the boy in front of her eagerly, as if she was asking for praise.
"What do I think of this poem? Do you want to praise me? Do you dare to move? Do you feel shocked by me? "
Looking at her burning eyes, Gu Yinshu couldn't help but laugh.
"This isn't a poem you wrote. Tell me the truth, where did you copy it from? I seem to have heard of it. "
"You can tell? I really copied it from the library. Although I copied it, I also worked hard. Do you know that it was very difficult for me to copy it with a pen? "
Copy?
Difficult!
Gu Yinshu was speechless.
"Don't you think so When I went to the library, I didn't have a bag or a pen. I begged the person next to me to lend me a pen and a piece of paper. I just memorized the poem and thought of Reading it to you one day. I tried so hard, but you still looked indifferent?"
Gu Yinshu:"..."
He smiled and gently raised his hand to touch the girl in front of him.
"I'm very touched. "
When he heard these four words, for some reason, freewill was very happy. Then, his eyes sparkled as he looked at him.
"If you're so touched, in the future, I'll recite a love poem to you every day and let you be touched every day, okay? "
"..."
"Why aren't you saying anything? Is it because you're unhappy? " Freewill saw that he was not saying a word and could not help but tug at his clothes and shake them.
"How am I unhappy? I'm just too touched. Remember what you said just now. In the future, you'll recite a love poem for me every day. If one day you miss it, I'll remind you. "
Freewill's eyes curved into a smile. "I didn't expect you to be so arrogant. You say you don't want it, but your body is very honest. Since I said it, I will definitely agree. "
"If you say it again, I will punish you later. " Gu Yinshu stretched out his hand to tickle her body. Freewill was ticklish, and he laughed until tears came out of his eyes.
"Okay, okay, I won't laugh at you anymore. Stop, I can't take it anymore. "
Gu Yinshu finally stopped. He opened the book and suddenly put it in front of the table. He leaned over and kissed her on the lips.
"Aiya, what are you doing? "
Sui Xin's face instantly turned red. He looked around.
When he realized that no one was staring at them, he closed his eyes in panic and dodged to the side.
"Isn't it very simple? I'm kissing you. "
Gu Yinshu smiled again and continued to sit upright in his seat, as if what had just happened had not happened.
Sui Xin was obviously feeling guilty. His entire face was red, afraid that someone would see through him.

On the day of her escape from prison, she had died unexpectedly and was reborn into the body of Madam Huo.
He was the heir to the number one financial magnate. She had charged out of nowhere and from then on, the obedient and weak Madam Huo had started to awaken. She had been trampled under her feet.
Huo Shao had expressed that since she had already been conquered, wouldn't it be too unfair for her if she did not give her body to him?
The muzzle of the gun was aimed at her head, "I only lost my wife and did not divorce. Choose between loving me or dying for love. "
Gu Ruochu,"..."
Do I still have a choice?

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.


It's been two days since i got the most painful experience in my life, I've been absent in school for two days, after that embarrassing incident that caused by a devil who i thought was an angel, she is the prettiest girl that i have ever seen, she is a tall girl with black hair, brown eyes that shines brighter than diamond, smooth brown skin, and she has the cutest smile in the earth's crust. I have a secret crush on her since the 8th grade, from the first time i saw her i told myself that she is the one i want to grow up with, from that day i wrote poems that shows how much i like her, but I can't give it to her because im too afraid to do so...

Two years have passed, we're on the 10th grade, i decided that i will confess my love to her ofcourse by the use of the words that i wrote on a piece of paper, a poem, a poem with my heart and emotion with it, a poem that can make her mine, even if it is late at night i tried to write the poem that will change my life in that poem i wrote everything she has to know, i finished writing that poem at 3:00 am in the morning, i feel so sleepy but I cannot sleep, thinking that if she loved this poem i will give her all the poems that i wrote for her from the first time i saw her on 8th grade, the time passed and I didn't noticed that i fell asleep already i am smiling while snoring feeling excited for what will happen this morning

A loud noise from the alarm of my phone has woken me, with excitement, i fixed my bed, brush my teeth, eat my breakfast, and wait for school bus. The feeling of excitement and nervousness is flowing in my blood, fear can be seen in my eyes, i am afraid of what will be her reaction, i am not sure if i can do this. The bus has arrived, i stood up and told myself that im gonna do this no matter what happen.

The bus arrived at school, i walk down and enter the school gate, upon entering i saw her standing in front of her classroom, then fear has swalloed me from inside, i can't give this paper to her, i can't tell her how i feel, i can't tell her that i am already inlove with her. Because of that fear i ran towards the grassfield, in this school that grassfield is my stress and pain reliever, if i have problems, i walk around the grassfield to have time and for my self. if i am inpired, you can find me there, writing poems for the love of my life.

While sitting on the grassfield, i heard the ringing bell. It is time to enter the classroom and listen to the lectures of my teacher, the morning passed and i missed the chance to confess my love, "it's okay" i told myself, "i still have a lot of time, on lunch time i will definitely give her this paper"...

Lunch time, i went to the school canteed to buy my lunch, i brought two piece of fried chicken and a cup of rice for luch, after eating i saw this beautiful girl entering the door of school canteen. I walked towards her, gave her my poem on a piece of paper, and told her "i made this poem for you, i hope you like it" then with her left hand she took my poem, read the title, smile, and shouted..."EVERYONE, LISTEN, THIS GUY WROTE A POEM FOR ME, LET ME READ THIS FOR YOU GUYS" then she red my poem loudly inside the school canteen, with other students listening

                          ""It Is You"
It is you, the girl with the prettiest smile
Without seing that, i can't let my day goes by
It is you, who brought a warm sunshine
In this cold rainy life of mine
It is you, the light that brightens 
The darkest lonely nights of mine
Its is you, who fills my heart with emotions
And bring my world the colors

It is me, you probably didn't know me
But you don't need to know my name
Because this day is so crazy
I waited for so long to tell you this secret
This feeling that is hidden for 2 whole years
Will finally be out with tears, im very shy
But this is love that i feels""




After that line, all the students in the canteen laughed hard, she didn't finish reading my poem, she laughed at me "do you really think someone like me would love you back, have you ever looked yourself on the mirror? How can i love you if you're not even that cute..."
She continues to talk while laughing but I didn't hear everything maybe because the noise from other students are too loud, or i just don't want to hear what she is saying,

Because of embarrassment i left the shool, return home, cry, and for two whole days I didn't attend my class, i make muself busy by burning every poems that i wrote for her, while collecting all that poems i realized that it is already eight notebooks, filled with foolish feelings and emotions, i watched those notebooks to turn to dust with my emotions for that evil girl...

Today my life will continue, everyone in the school knows who i am, not by my name, but by the embarrassment that that girl brought me, while walking to my classroom everyone looks at me, laugh at me, and killing me inside

A guy who loves to write poems got rejected by the love of his life, from that day, he only make sad poems that can bring heart ache to his readers

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

1-BROKEN
A Forever Rust
 The poem centers on a man who loves his treasure so dear; A woman born with a fine, white skin like that of a newborn, and an exotic beauty which the beholder never seems to overlook. But then, the tragic wind came blowing in their path, separating them, and leaving the poet personae broken and void. He fears he'll never be healed of the damage caused and doubts there will ever be an end to his aching pain.....


2-FOREVER WITH YOU
Love's True Beauty
 The poem centers more on the beauty love has to offer. The poet personae in this part of my poem, compares the beauty of his lover to that of love, which is sweet and magnificent in every way. Here, he goes deeper into confessing his undying love for her and how he'll never stop loving her, no matter what happens....


3-MEMORIES
My Dearest Aurora
 A trip down memory lane can be really hurting sometimes, and in a way, pretty joyful and ecstatic. Making memories with friends and loved ones matter a lot. One thing life has taught us, is that nothing that comes, lasts forever. There's a whole lot of people in this world who have come and gone. Some dead, some a million miles away, and one-tenth with no idea of where you're at. But still, the memories you have of them still remain a part of you, just like the ones the man in our poem made vivid description of. He remembers those days when he and his partner we'd go about creating memories; memories they vowed never to forget. And despite their separation, he still never let go of his promises. And so hoped that one day, their love story will be renewed again....


4-PAINED
Can You Really Tell When Demons Walk Amongst Us?
 The evil that has befallen the world has conceived a far bigger problem than any human has ever imagined. The poem "PAINED", centers more on the evil that has eaten deep into the society at large. Now, the girl child is posed with a threat; a threat that has brought greater concern , not only to them but to everyone around them, Even children are not spared: And this demonic operation is yet to be stopped and our fears are increased with each passing day, just as depicted in this poem. 
 The poet personae here, a victim of circumstance if I should say, was brutally assaulted by devils that call themselves beings, Even in her awkward state, they showed no concern nor any iota of pity towards her. Her pride and comfort were all stripped away in just a day. If only she could tell what would become of her.....
- **** IS EVIL


5-BLEEDING SOUL
When Danger Lurks
 Can you tell when danger lurks in our midst? NO! This poem portrays the demons of the night. They come matching in, with the aim of killing every newborn in their path; "pure blood", as they call them, They posed a big threat to them and so needed to be eliminated at once, else they grew stronger. They left the night filled with their blood, and the tears of their mother, dripping at their loss - It was one dreadful night, to remember!


6-FOR YOU MY LOVE
To My Love
 In this 6th poem of mine, the poet personae strongly believes he's capable of doing anything just to prove his undying love for that precious woman that makes his heart beat. And he goes forward into saying he'll do anything just to please her, no matter what it takes....


7-I WILL NEVER LET GO
Loving Ayana
 Love like they say, conquers all. A gift given to us by God, for he gave his only son to us. But in this aspect, we'll be looking at another kind of love. A burning love, possessed by the poet personae himself, who loved his wife so dear. But as a result of the unfolding scene, he lost her to another man as we assumed, leaving him in pains. Despite all that, he still longed to see her, and hoped she'd come back to him, even at the brink of death- Some love so hard to find!


8-VICTORY
Envision
 There is no greater joy than the hearing of ones name on every lips. A name always to be remembered and never to be forgotten. A name to be carried on from generation to generation. The poet personae, pictures this in his mind and wished so much it would become a reality, so some day he'd be heard, and celebrated by everyone....


9-A MOTHER'S TEARS
A Mother's Loss
 The first part of this poem narrates how a mother loses her child. A child she had longed hoped for, only for him to end up at death's horrific embrace.
 The second part, titled "Death Eater", describes how little children were taken away so soon from their mothers' grip, as they wept and mourned in pains....


10-A PENITENT'S VOICE
A Cry For Mercy
Dear Lord,
I look up to you,
and with thine heart,
seek your salvation;
praying that you'd hear my voice,
and the voice of your children from whence you're seated
On your heavenly throne

Holy Lord,
we assemble in your presence,
our knees kissing your holy grounds,
crying and calling out to you;
so we may be purged,
and washed wholly with hyssop,
So our hearts be cleansed,
and our mind put at ease....

 The poet personae here is no different from sinners. He goes pleading for mercy, praying that he gets another chance and be cleansed from every iniquity he has committed. We can make reference to our biblical, David, who'd committed a thousand sin to count but was yet forgiven and made pure again....

Hi there. Welcome to my world of my poems. I bet you're going to love 'em, so be sure to add to your reading list, okay?

(My Given Name is David Landa)
On the 13th of each month, I will post a poem. 
Every time someone's poem is accepted to be posted I will push that up by one day. (1st-28th... 29th-31st are free days that don't count)
Every time I reach a milestone listed below I will post a bonus poem.;,;.
To get your poem added email it to DeJeL@myself.com

I will accept poems that are non-offensive (based on what I see as offensive or non-offensive).
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Anyone may ask when their poem will be released via Joining my discord and get an estimate (depending on if your novel is released as a bonus poem or not will change when it is released... I release poems set aside as bonus first, then those that have most recently been added to the list as bonus... whereas, for my normal updates, it is from those who have been on the list the longest to the newest added).
[estimate for next poem not written by me: a poem written by Bronzeapollo, to be released May 13th, 2020.]

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I decided to post some poems I've written and also will post most poems given by anyone, to find out how, read "Anthology Expectations"
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