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

Just some poems I wrote because poems help us heal. And vent.

A book of poems that I made for fun. Each poem is different so if you dislike one then just know there are many different types. The newest poems are better then the older poems.

The Book of Poems... But Instead Called Poems of Blossom
Brought to you by and written by a thirteen year old...
Be prepared to be surprised and...
Yes this is a book full of poems.

Today was 'the big day', as his grandmother had called it, but for Ace, it was just another day. He woke up at an unholy time - like he always did, and went through his newly modified workout. It had gotten to the point where he wore the weight straps every time he was inside the house - this included when working out. It caused his muscles to always be sore, but the benefits greatly outweighed the costs, pun, most certainly intended. With his fast recovery, there was no chance to overwork the body, and so he was perfectly healthy. Therefore, the weights only came off when he left the house, or had a shower, and every day, taking them off felt great. His body felt lighter, faster, nimbler, and just all-around superior.

As he dressed up in his uniform, hair recently dried from the shower, he picked up a black tactical backpack, which had already been prepared the day before. Ichugama offered to drive him, being the first day and all, but Ace just chose to skate there, it was early, and he could always get public transport regardless. It was a pleasant ride, it was still quite early, and the air was fresh. Ace skated, weaving through the hustle and bustle of countless people going to work. On the way, he spotted multiple cars with people his age inside. Some even saw him, but were probably not paying enough attention to realise he was wearing a uniform as well.

As he got closer to the school, he saw that cars were beginning to stop, and students were getting out, and making their way to the school gates, whilst meeting up with friends. Ace had already been informed as to where he should go, so instead of going straight to the classroom, he went to the reception, where a kind-looking man looked at him, smiled, and asked him to follow him in English.

On the way there, however, there was something that caught his eyes, there were poems around the walls, inscribed in kanji, however, the poems had a very similar feel to some he had seen before. "Excuse me?", Ace asked in Japanese, ���Do you mind telling me who wrote these poems?"

"Of course not, it was Miss Agame, if I remember correctly, she is a senior.", he said, and Ace smiled, thanking him for his help.

 He asked for Ace to sit down, and then handed him his schedule, which he quickly memorised with a cursory glance and then folded it, and stored it in his pocket, he would have to get rid of it when he could. The man noticed this and smiled, before continuing to explain, he asked if a map of the school was necessary, but Ace had already been given one in his last meeting, which he had memorised, and so it was not needed. Then, after a short explanation of some of the school's regulations, he asked Ace to wait until his teacher came.

It was only a short wait, before an old man came, he had a cane, and appeared to lean into it, but Ace could tell that it was all fake, the old man could walk perfectly. In fact, it was the state of the cane that gave it away, usually, it would have drag marks, and would bump with the side of the user's foot, however, this one was perfectly flat. Ace made no comment, and just stood up, greeting his teacher respectfully.

"Good. Now come, we must get to class.", he then said no more, and mock-hobbled to the classroom.

They entered the large classroom, and instantly, all students were quiet, and got back to their seats. The silence only lasted a matter of seconds, however, as soon, they spotted Ace, and the murmurs began. Ace heard all of them, but there was nothing surprising, nothing he had not heard before. He just stood with his back straight, but in a relaxed, open manner. He made eye contact with his classmates, and while they were analyzing him, he was analysing them.

The teacher smiled at his students, and said, "As you can see, we have a new student, so I do hope you show him the way, and help him with anything he needs.", he said, before sitting down, and asking Ace to sit wherever there was an empty seat. He then rested his head back, and closed his eyes.

Ace looked back at his chittering classmates, and walked forward, asking, "Where should I sit?"

Immediately, shouts from around the room sounded out, and Ace just waited, 'And right about… Now.'

Right as that final thought passed through his head, a boy stood up, "Come on guys, let's be calm, look there are multiple empty seats around, the room, so what if we do this, for the next week, you sit in one seat each day, and then you can choose one. Does that seem fair to everyone?"

They all agreed with grumbles, and then the boy turned around, brushing his long, brown hair out of his face, "I'm Botan, the classroom president.", he said this in English, and Ace smiled, not intending to tell them he could speak Japanese, at least not for the moment. He knew they would soon know, since they had classes in Japanese, but for now, letting them talk to each other in Japanese, so as to gauge their first impressions of him would be useful.

"I'm Ace, pleased to meet you.", he paused momentarily, "Is there a particular place where I should sit?"

The boy looked at him from his feet to his eyes, and answered with a question of his own, "Do you do sports?"

This was a question he had expected, after all, by looking at his body and posture, he could tell that Botan practised sports as well. "Yeah.", Ace nodded, "I swim sometimes, but nothing too crazy."

"Ah… I see.", he then turned around slightly, "Ok, you should sit next to me for today, I'll show you the way around the school, and answer any questions you may have.", he said, before showing him to the two empty seats that were on the front row.

Ace heard the grumbles, and so did Boten most likely, but they ignored them, and they sat down. As soon as they did, however, it became free season, and people quickly crowded around Ace, asking him a multitude of questions.

"Ok guys, calm down, if you have a question, wait for him to answer one, and then ask.", A girl said, and they all seemed to listen to her suggestion, "Ok.", one boy began, "How long have you been living in Japan?"

"Uhhh, about a week, give or take.", "Ah cool, well if you need anything or have any questions about the city, just ask, I am sure that I can help you.", he said, and Ace smiled at him in thanks,  and he heard more than a few sighs of contentment.

"Have you ever tried modelling?", a girl asked, but before Ace could get to it, a girl shrieked, "Of course he has, do you not know who he is?"

'Well, that was quick.', Ace thought, as he turned to look at the triumphant girl.

"He's famous!", she bellowed, and everyone looked quizzically at each other, until a boy shouted as well, "Yes! I knew I recognised him! He's a streamer, a famous one! Look!", he said, showing his phone at the class, "He has millions of followers!"

At this, the class went into a commotion, and Ace just leaned back on his chair, and waited for them to ask questions, it most certainly did not take long, "Why are you here?", "Do you have a girlfriend?" , "Will you stay long?", and many more.

The story of a boy overcome with pain, that suddenly isn't.

                                      **********

The story is about a boy, Ace, who is suddenly healed from his pain. He decides to make the best out of his god (?) given gift.

You can expect politics, show business, videogames, sports, and much more.

I hope you enjoy the novel, Happy Reading!




The image does not belong to me, full credits to the creator, if you wish for me to remove it, contact me at: insidiouswebnovel@gmail.com

Kazuma was shocked.
He didn't know reciting poems could trigger buffs too!
No wonder all the famous generals during the Japanese Warring States Period liked to recite poems or sing a few lines from musicals before heading to the battlefield.
So it appeared that a possible reason for the fact that Nishikiyama Heita did not fall despite being under continuous attacks for so long was that he harbored no evil thoughts. But how could a yakuza man possibly be not evil? That's impossible!
Kazuma did not believe that there was such a thing as a kind yakuza member. That only existed in games.
In fact, Nishikiyama had done all sorts of bad things too. If Kazuma had been the one who lost today, the dojo would probably be sold cheaply. Chiyoko and Fujii would face ill fates too.
Therefore, Kazuma believed that his mental buff had been effective on Nishikiyama. The fact that he could resist for so long meant that he was not a simple person.
But he said that Tsuda Masaaki was more ruthless than him. What kind of monster could he be?
Kazuma tensed up again.
He had to sell the dojo as soon as possible. Otherwise, who knew what other monsters would appear?
Besides, he had to think of alternative plans.
If he could not sell the dojo at a fair price, then he could only rely on the power provided by his cheat to fight back against his enemies.
Judging from today's situation, he'd been in a state of emotional outburst. After he recited a poem, he was able to compete with a veteran yakuza like Nishikiyama Heita.
Of course, the fighting ground was to his advantage too. If they'd been in a narrow place with a lot of miscellaneous items, Kazuma would probably have been badly beaten up. Even Chiyoko would not have been of help.
In that case, his cheat had been quite useful. At least, he could choose the fighting ground based on his opponents' weaknesses.
All in all, it was a hard-fought match. Kazuma had gained a significant advantage in terms of the surrounding environment. Also, the temporary surge of emotions had been helpful too.
There were obviously two ways to enhance his strength. One was to level up through hard work. The cheat had given him a number for each skill, so he should be able to level up.
Another way was to figure out the pattern of emotional outbursts and try to achieve that freely.
Kazuma decided to trigger his anger.
Hence, he began to imagine that something bad had happened to Fujii.
Then, he realized that it was useless.
He tried other methods, such as recalling the times when he met toxic people in games in his previous life.
Again, it was ineffective.
He tried many ways, but none of them made him angry.
Perhaps he could not get angry just by thinking about it. He could only wait until something really happened.
When he really encountered sh*tty things or people, he wouldn't be able to hold his anger even if he wanted to. Therefore, Kazuma was not in a hurry to master the secret of becoming angry at any time.
Once he had the money and time in the future, he could find a good psychiatrist or actor and learn emotional control from them.
Kazuma decided to try something else first.
He wanted to test the effects of reciting poems.
After reciting a well-known poem from his past life, he checked his condition.
Nothing new had appeared, and the note "Protector of Home and Family" was also gone because the time was up.
Kazuma decided to try another poem.
But it was still useless.
'Could it be this too depends on the situation? Maybe the buff can only be triggered when I recite poems with the right conditions?'
To verify this idea, he decided to recite a poem that matched the current circumstances to see if it was effective.
He reached into his mind to feel his emotions.
The excitement from the fight was still lingering in his body. Although his body was aching, he felt like he had just escaped death. It was a relaxed feeling.
Kazuma suddenly felt that he should not be reciting a poem right now. Perhaps humming a song was more appropriate.
Besides, there was no need to keep it to himself. He could hum it aloud.
After all, it would be strange to suddenly recite a poem at this moment, but humming a suitable tune to express his feelings would be understandable.
Hence, Kazuma started to hum. The song he chose was the theme song of the popular show "You Must Cross the River of Wrath." Kazuma still hadn't found out the real name of the song, so he was used to calling it "La Ya La" because the song kept repeating "La Ya La."
As Kazuma hummed the tune of "La la la la," he sensed a pleasant change to his mood.
He did not know how to describe it, but he found a new note in his status column.
"Victory Song"
The description was: "Have a drink after victory and hum a song. It is good for the body and mind."
'F*ck, why?'
'Why is it always so vague? Why don't you tell me how it benefits the body and mind?!'
Despite his complaints, Kazuma continued to hum. Drinking was probably out of the question as Japan was very strict in this regard. Buying alcohol before the age of 20 was not an easy task. Furthermore, there was no alcohol in the huge abode of the Kiryuu family.
As Kazuma continued to hum, he suddenly realized that he had gone from Actual Combat 3 to Actual Combat 4.
So that seemed to be the case. Extra experience points could be obtained through methods like this.
Who designed this cheat? Kazuma wanted to give him a good beating right now—'Can't you make it simpler?'
Since the cheat was designed as such, Kazuma would have to hum a tune and drink a little after every fight in the future. He might even need to appreciate cherry blossoms or something in order to maximize the experience points…
It was a wonderful lifestyle, but the people around him would probably think that Kiryuu Kazuma was a freak!
***
Nishikiyama Heita was already falling asleep. He had no doubt in Bandō's loyalty, so he trusted that he could handle it.
However, he suddenly heard Kiryuu Kazuma humming.
Besides, the tune he was humming was the theme song of Takakura Ken's masterpiece, "You Must Cross the River of Wrath."
He opened his eyes slightly and looked at Kiryuu Kazuma. He found that this young man was sitting in the middle of the dojo, facing the side door.
The side door was wide open. Outside, there was a large engawa[1] that did not match the Kiryuu family's financial situation, as well as a courtyard with a dried pond.
The Kiryuu family did not have any money, so the pond had been dry for a long time. The bamboo device on the side of the pond that was meant to supply water was no longer operational either.
After all, this device was only used by the rich who pursued Zen, tranquility, and peace in their courtyard. The poor had other things to bother about other than Zen.
Although the entire courtyard was dilapidated, the huge cherry blossom tree in the center was still blooming exuberantly with cherry blossoms.
There was no wind, but the petals of the cherry blossoms fluttered in the early night, as if echoing Kiryuu Kazuma's tune.
Nishikiyama frowned slightly.
When he first came to Honjima from Okinawa, he had practiced kendo for a period of time, during which he heard many bizarre stories.
It was said that when a kendo master's sword skills had reached a certain level, they could unlock the Mind's Eye and comprehend the ultimate meaning of the Union of Heaven and Man.
Nishikiyama always took it with a pinch of salt.
But now, as he listened to Kiryuu Kazuma's humming and looked at the falling cherry blossoms in the night breeze, Nishikiyama was no longer certain.
Could it really exist?
However, after staring at the cherry blossoms for a while, he felt that he was thinking too much. The petals of the cherry blossoms were just falling normally, dancing in the breeze that could not be sensed in the room.
However, no matter what, Kiryuu Kazuma was definitely no ordinary person since he could hum tunes so calmly after a deathmatch.
Nishikiyama whispered Kiryuu Kazuma's surname.
"Kiryuu…"
In Japan, there were plenty of Chinese characters with the same pronunciation. The pronunciation "Kiryuu" could mean the surname "Kiryuu" or "a radiant dragon."
'A dragon…'
Nishikiyama sighed softly.
"Dragons are lonely," he whispered.
At that time, Kazuma was still humming his tune, so he did not hear what Nishikiyama had said. Otherwise, he would have been shocked. This was because Nishikiyama had said that "Dragons are lonely" in a colloquial way, which sounded almost the same as "Like A Dragon" in Japanese.
And "Yakuza: Like A Dragon" was Kazuma's favorite yakuza-themed video game.
The name of the game itself contained the meaning that "Dragons Are Lonely."
If Kazuma had heard Nishikiyama, he might think that he was also a transmigrator.
It was also worth mentioning that the protagonist in "Yakuza: Like A Dragon" was called Kiryu Kazuma, which shared almost the same pronunciation as Kiryuu Kazuma.
However, Kiryuu Kazuma would definitely not take the same path as the game character Kiryu Kazuma.
A dragon that came from the east was no doubt different from a native one.
Of course, Nishikiyama did not know about this. He was just recalling what Kiryuu Kazuma had said.
Kiryuu Kazuma had said that he would not join the yakuza. Initially, Nishikiyama did not believe it. Kiryuu Kazuma was a sharp blade, and Nishikiyama planned to recruit him once the siblings were desperate.
From the looks of it now, it was very likely that Kiryuu Kazuma would never join the yakuza.
It was a pity that he would be smashed into pieces in the fight against the Tsuda Family.
Nishikiyama took another puff calmly and made up his mind. This young man had obtained his recognition, and he wanted to watch him as he walked toward the end of his life.
'If you die, I will take care of your sister,' he said to Kiryuu Kazuma in his heart.
[1] An edging strip of flooring in Japanese architecture that resembles a porch


Tired of the rat race of the 21st century, Wang Jian transmigrates to 1980, hoping to start his life anew and seek his fortune. 
Now living as Kiryuu Kazuma, he inherits a family dojo in Katsushika District, Tokyo. Blessed with a cute younger sister, a spacious house, and absolute freedom after both of Kazuma's parents died, everything seems to bode well for Kazuma's new life. Soon, however, all kinds of problems start to surface. Unable to recruit any students for the dojo, the Kiryuu siblings find it hard to make ends meet. 
One day, they are horrified to find a dead rooster hanging outside their door. It is a death threat from a Yakuza syndicate, urging them to sell their dojo cheaply! What should Kazuma do? Please send help. It's urgent!
Never mind. Happiness is all that matters.
Now then, face the storm! 
Kazuma with his newfound cheat is invincible!

Louie Ados

I always try to live through everyone's expectations, I was so used to people praising me for who I am, being the perfect ideal type of every guy, being the perfect ideal type for a daughter, student and even as a friend.

Room 1 is my classroom, it's filled with brainy students or talented kids who're honored for their skills, even the daughter of the US president is here. Of course I got in through my own talent and intelligence, no money was used to bribe staff. 
As I walk to my desk that's beside the window my friend Gladys waved at me.
"Hey! How was your weekend?" Gladys happily said
"Good" I said "You know me same old thing"
"Ugh! Reading poems again" she said in disgust "When are you gonna go out and have fun…,you know, like shopping or watching a movie."
"Why not try reading them? It's super good.. I can give you a poem that might attract your senses." I said as I was sitting down on my chair "There are poems for everyone."
Gladys imitated a vomiting action. 
"Oh don't be harsh on poems, try reading one it might interest you." I said. 
Bell Rang and our literature teacher came in.
He took our attendance and said "Louie Ados, You like reading poems right?" In a serious tone.
"I actually adore poems" I said while standing up "Why'd you ask Mr. Defer?" 
"Then you're the perfect person to fit for this job…, I'll be giving you an outside task" he said as he was coming toward me "Do this and I'll be giving you bonus points for the next exam…, What do you say?"
"Mr. Defer, I know nothing of this outside task. Why should i accept such a thing?" I said in a serious tone
"That's right, Let's talk about the details after class.. Got to the teacher's lounge. I'll discuss it with you there." He said as he turned around to go to the front.
While sitting down I was curious as to why he needs a person like me.
Class ended, I stood up and picked up my things and went straight to the teacher's lounge.
Mr. Defer wasn't there yet.So, I took a bit of a look around the teacher's lounge, As I was looking around a man whispered behind me near my ear "What are you looking at?" 
As I panicked I jumped, turned around,closed my eyes and quickly slapped the man's cheek.

'Slap'

In shock I later realized that I slapped someone who I absolutely have no Idea who might he be.., Shit. I opened my eyes and saw the man rubbing his cheek.
"Is that how you people treat students from outside?" He said while coming near me,
He grabbed my chin and said "Nice slap though." He said leaning in to kiss me.
I panicked and kicked him in that spot..,

'Thud'

"Ooooh" he moaned in pain

Shit. 
Later on I found myself bowing down and apologizing to him.
He was on the ground holding you know what is, shouting all kinds of curse words.
I saw my teacher behind him and quickly hit his head with a thick book.

'Bam'

"WHY'D YOU DO THAT FOR OLD MAN?!" The man said "SHE BROKE MY EGGS! THIS IS HARASSMENT!"

"His name is Mark Christopher Kyle, just call him MK" Mr. Defer said, Mr. Defer gave MK a signal meaning to introduce himself to me but instead MK shrugs Mr. Defer and out of nowhere Mr. Defer smacks the back head of MK.

'Pok'

"This is bullying im so reporting you.." MK whispered loudly enough for Mr. Defer to hear and lower enough so other people won't hear, Out of nowhere chuckled loud enough for him to hear "Names MK" he made it sound cool and all, "M'kay" I said in a teasing tone.
"Anyway"Mr. Defer interrupted "I want you to ask your mother and father to come tomorrow," he said in such a serious tone. "You can leave now, I'll tell you tomorrow what you have to do, He told me he wouldn't be able to make it just now, let's discuss about the details tomorrow" he said, Mr.Defer looked at MK "and you, you're coming with me" he said while pinching his ear and dragging him inside his office.

I left the office and headed to driveway waiting for my pick-up service,
A man suddenly gently tapped my shoulder, I turned around and he said "Miss, I will be your new pick-up service, follow me pls." He said..
As I was following him I wondered why my old service got replaced, nevertheless my mind kept thinking about what Mr. Defer's favor is.

As I arrived at my house, I entered the house, went up the stairs and did my homework. It's still on my head what the favor was and why he needs my parents to come tomorrow.
"I should probably sleep" I told myself
A soft knock was heard on my door and the door opened for a little bit it was my mother, "Eat. Downstairs?" My mom said with a japanese accent, my mother has yet to fully learn english so her english is a bit messy.
"No, Thank you." I said standing up "By the way, Mr. Defer wants you both to come to school tomorrow." I said looking at her and waiting for her reaction, she nodded and closed the door to keep me in peace, "Seems like they knew each other, anyhow I should go to bed and get some rest."

Two people from different families meet, fall in love, and ran away from their own flesh and blood from the same reason.

How much I like it when Sajira writes small poems!  He settles on the bed and begins to write as if it were an angel who dictated them and not his mind.  It is sweet when he writes.  She sits cross-legged and caresses her velvety knees like the skin of a Carthusian.

 The cat, NEKO, In Japanese, I like it to die for and then it reminds me very much of a soft pillow on which to rest my head.  I hope these feelings never leave me and indeed intensify more and more.

 Sajira was washing dirty dishes and is now playing on the playstation.  I think I would like a NEKO all to ourselves.

 And then invariably I think about our wedding even if I haven't mentioned it yet.

 I feel scared and a little out of place.  If he looked at me badly and refused what should I do?  What if he sends me away from home?

 Oh my god I couldn't breathe her sweetish aroma and I couldn't put my fingers in her fuchsia and blue hair.

 Its sweet rainbow is a cascade of energy in my summers and springs.  And when it rains I wait for nothing but his head on my heart, to send the most beautiful message of love to the whole world: she is mine.

 Mine like a Christmas package that you are afraid to discard, mine like the fruit that I always eat after lunch to strengthen the immune system.

 She is even better than cherries.  It has the color of springs on the lips even when it is cold.

 I warm it up as much as I can.  How I want and how I want.

 Tomorrow I will make you the great proposal ... I am no longer in the skin!  The big step so young.

 But love has no limits.  The great poets and great writers also said it ... we should all experience great and immense magic.

 Everyone except anyone.

What we consider to be the oldest novel in world literature really depends on the strictness of our definition of a novel. The looser the definition, the farther back we can go.

For example, the Japanese work the Tale of Genji(11th century A.D) by Murasaki Shikibu is often cited as the oldest novel in the world. But if you were to read the Tale of Genji, you might find it very different in nature to modern novels you are used to reading.

The modern novel is a specific type of prose fiction that only really became popular and recognized as a distinct form in the 18th century. We have now come to expect that a novel will include certain elements, including a plot, a protagonist or narrator, some central characters, possibly some central themes, and a conflict that may or may not be resolved. Many novels contain a climax near the end.

The Tale of Genji is wonderful literature, especially in Arthur Waley's idiomatic translation, but the plot is meandering, it does not have an ending, and the narrative is frequently interrupted by hundreds of poems. In order to include the Tale of Genji as a candidate for world's oldest novel, we are taking a relatively broad view of what we consider to be a novel. Under this broad definition, the Satyriconwritten by Petronius in the 1st century A.D. would easily beat the Tale of Genji to the title of world's oldest novel.

Under a stricter definition, Don Quixote (1605–1615) by Miguel de Cervantes might be considered the world's first novel.

A book that many consider to be the world's first "modern novel" is Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe, which was first published in 1719. Robinson Crusoe marks the beginning of realistic fiction in world literature, and is certainly another contender for the world's first novel depending on the strictness of our definition.

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