My poems were the first I wrote. Track record of how I became a writer. About love, sincerity, ignorance of what people say; the most important thing is my world is calm Starting from the meeting stage, loving secretly, until the stage of letting go, now (me and my feelings) are immortal in poetry.

My poems were the first I wrote. Track record of how I became a writer. About love, sincerity, ignorance of what people say; the most important thing is my world is calm. Starting from the meeting stage, loving secretly, until the stage of letting go, now (me and my feelings) are immortal in poetry. || Temporary hiatus, currently composing poetry into a story.

"" Until my heartbeat never stop, I will never stop to write poetry like as I will never stop loving you forever "

Hey guys I want to my shared my personal poems and I want to dictated to my special someone name by Ernie 
 
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 Bamnieellandmic

 " Copying own of their works is illegal according by the law "

A peace-loving chef gets transported into a world where war is looming.

sometimes loving the wrong one can hurt but find the right one is so much more better

It is a small poetry and it has many topic. Every new chapter has a new thoughts and new topics.

Song Qingchun raised her head to look at Tang Nuan.
Tang Nuan held her gaze, and the smile on her face was brilliant. Even her voice had dropped to a seductive drawl. "…The paper note also contained a small poem. The handwriting was nice, as was the poem. It struck my heart the first time I read it…"
Tang Nuan turned over to look at Qin Yinan as if reminiscing about their shared history. That shared gaze was overflowing with love.
"…Then I borrowed the same book from the library. After a few nights of brain squeezing, I finally came up with another poem to reply. I slipped the poem into the pages of the book before returning it. With a nervous heart, I returned to the library one week later, and to my surprise, there was a new note in it. I could tell from the handwriting, it was written by the same person who wrote the previous poem. It was then that I realized someone, like myself, was also closely following this book. After that, this became a literal poetry book club between us."
Song Qingchun stared directly at Tang Nuan, and her grip on the chopsticks tightened.
A literal poetry book club… Why was that so familiar…
Many years ago, against a wonderful sunset that framed the wonderful memory of that afternoon, Tang Nuan and a few of her close sisters were returning home pushing their bicycles; Song Qingchun, at the time, had used the same shy and affectionate tone to tell them, "That was how Brother Yinan and myself started the literal poetry book club."
Back in the present, Tang Nuan was still relaying her first meeting story with Qin Yinan. "…After a while, the poems started to feel pretentious even to ourselves, so we stopped writing poem, and instead, we started to share the little secrets in our hearts. Finally, just one week before the grade exam, I returned to the library one last time to check out the book, and it was then that we officially met."
Following Tang Nuan's lead, Qin Yinan could not help but chime in, "That's right… Even though it has been six years since then, it feels like that was just yesterday. Whenever I think about it now, my heart still gets warmed from the feelings. Even now, I can still clearly remember that one stanza that you wrote me…"
Qin Yinan looked at Tang Nuan, and his face split into a gentle and loving smile. "I wish the greatest happiness for the ones who love me, and I wish the one who I love, loves me back."
Song Qingchun's fingers that held the chopsticks started to shake. Not only Qin Yinan remembered this stanza, she remembered it, too. Even until today, she would still occasionally scribble that sentence out whenever she was lost in thought.
After a long hesitation, she turned to Qin Yinan. With as much control as she could muster, she opened her lips to ask, "Then what about you, Brother Yinan? Of the many stanzas that you've written, which one is your favorite?"
Qin Yinan contemplated it for a long time. He then smiled bashfully and declared solemnly, like he was saying his wedding vows, "May you hold my hand in love and companionship, but may good fortune hold yours in parting and solitude."


Official Synopsis: When he stayed at her home for one night, he took her body in a drunken stupor. From then on, he had been a constant fixture in her life. How adamant he was in forcing a marriage was how adamant she demanded for a divorce. “I’m not staying married to you! I’m not staying married to you! I’m not staying married to you!” After she repeated such an important proclamation three times, he finally tossed her the divorce paper. She thought she had finally escaped him alas… After the divorce, he still snuck into her room every night... Finally losing her patience, she yelled, “We are already divorced!” He glanced at her and set down the divorce paper before her. On it, it was written clearly: After the divorce, the car is hers, the house is hers, the company is hers, their child is hers, he… is also hers? 

Translator's Synopsis: Imagine the superpowers wielding male lead from the Korean drama, "My Love from the Star" in the misunderstanding-processing plant that is "Bringing the Nation's Husband Home" and you will have "99 Proclamations of Love".  Tsundere CEO, Su Zhinian is deeply in love with ditzy entertainment beat reporter, Song qingchun but he could not act on it due to a deep dark secret. Read to find out whether love can really overcome anything and everything...



Celeste was glad it was a bright night. The moon was out illuminating everything in its glow. The stars twinkled unlike the night when she had left her castle behind. The shadows were vast and grotesque but they didn't bother her much. 

She had cooled off a little since storming off but she was still furious. She walked towards the outlines of Boshtown, not meaning to go there but she desperately craved to see some civilization, some shrewd sense of normality. .She kicked a pebble as she kept murmuring more insults directed to Will. 

"Arrogant, Unkind, Obnoxious bastard" 

Celeste didn't know whether this game of making up new insults was helping her calm down or making her angrier. She had always had a bad temper, to begin with. Now it felt like her sanity was hanging by a mere thread. 

She stopped for a moment wrapping her arms around herself as if they could fend off the chill, and thinking about the tragedy that was her life. She gritted her teeth so hard she was sure they would crumble. But at least she was feeling something other than grief. She didn't want to admit it but anger was a good distraction. 

Celeste felt a hand tap her on her shoulder. Almost instinctively, she shot backward, throwing a punch at the figure behind her. 

Two shrieks broke the silence of the night. 

"What in the ever-loving hell!" Will groaned, clutching his nose. 

"Will?" Celeste said in disbelief. fighting the urge to cradle her aching fist. 

"No its Thomas! Of course, it's Will you-" 

Celeste overcame her shock and curled her lip at Will. 

"What the hell are you doing here?" She snapped. Will returned her glare. 

"Following you obviously," He said simply. 

"Following me?" Celeste said indignantly."You have the nerve to follow me after what you just said?" 

Will raised his hands in surrender. 

"Well as soon as you left Yogi, Tommy and Karen turned on my ass. And Karen is scary when she's mad okay? So I came to get you " Will said in exasperation. 

"So you're here only because they told you to?" Celeste said feeling the least bit disappointed. 

"No! I mean- Hey, why'd you hit me?" He said drastically changing the subject. 

Celeste rolled her eyes. 

"I'll hit anyone who sneaks up on me!" She cried starting to walk. Will rushed after her. 

"Fair point" He noted. 

"And you deserved it," Celeste said walking faster. 

"Yeah, I am an arrogant, unkind, and obnoxious bastard after all," He said dryly. 

"Stop complimenting me so much, princess. People will think you have a crush on me" 

Heat rushed to her cheeks as her tongue fumbled in her mouth to come up with a retort. 

"Leave me alone" Celeste cried furiously. 

"Where are the hell are you even going? You know you can't go into town !" 

"Of course I know" Celeste hissed. 

"I'm not an idiot. And have I not proved that I can take care of myself?" 

Will laughed. 

"That punch barely hurt," He said smirking at her. 

Celeste stared at him. 

"You can run back to your little home. You don't need to follow because you're scared of Karen" 

"I'm sorry okay? " Will said abruptly, sounding exactly like he wasn't used to apologizing. 

"For what?" Celeste said cooly. 

"For hurting your feelings" 

"For hurti- Ugh you're impossible !" Celeste cried in exasperation. 

"Obviously. Such a handsome and intelligent specimen shouldn't exist. But here I am, a miracle!" Will grinned. 

"You're infuriating! One moment you're cruel and rude and evil! And then not an hour later you're being civil and apologizing!" Celeste spat. 

"Sort out your priorities!' 

Will looked at her amusedly. 

"I have been told I change moods fairly quick" Then he noticed the look Celeste was giving him and said 

"Okay fine! I shouldn't have said any of that. I was angry at something else entirely and I took that out on you. And that wasn't nice of me. I didn't mean what I said and I couldn't judge you because I don't know you." Will said every word slowly. 

"And you punched me so truce?" 

No, Celeste wanted to spit. Then she wanted to punch him again. But most of all, she wanted him to leave her alone. 

"Fine" Celeste sighed finally. 

Will sighed in relief. 

"Finally! Now let's go back" 

"I don't want to go back!" Celeste said firmly. 

"I came here for a walk. And I'm going to have a walk. You can leave if you want" She said before walking ahead of Will. He soon caught up to her but he wasn't pleased 

"I'm only here because I'll be killed if I go back and leave you alone" He admitted. 

"I know," Celeste said without looking at him. They walked in silence for a moment. 

"I don't know how long you're staying. But I don't fancy doing this every night. Hey, maybe we're not that different after all" He said thoughtfully. 

Celeste almost smiled at that. 

"Wait, I take that back. We probably have nothing in common " He added. 

Her smile fell and she quirked a brow. 

"How can you say that? You don't even know me after all" 

"Oh come off of it! You're a princess who grew up in a fancy castle who probably has tea parties every week" He said and Celeste couldn't tell if he was joking. 

"Tea parties don't interest me. But some things that do are riding" She paused for a moment thinking hard. 

"Sword fighting and before you make some comment yes! I do know how to hold a sword" 

"You know me so well already princess" Will chuckled. 

"Climbing trees, I like reading too. Books and stuff but I'm fond of poetry-" 

"Poetry?" Will said in disbelief. 

"What's wrong with poetry?" Celeste said defensively. 

"What's not wrong with poetry ?" Will began. "It is pointless and sappy and a total waste of time ." 

"Of course you would say that" Celeste commented. 

"You're one of those rough and tough kinds of guy who pretend they don't have emotions and poetry, it is all about emotions," Celeste said in a single breath. 

"Nice observation princess," Will said scowling at her. 

"I doubt you've ever even tried it" Celeste admitted. Will smirked at her, 

"It matters not how strait the gate 

How charged with punishments the scroll, 

I am the master of my fate, 

I am the captain of my soul" 

Will smirked at her dumbfounded expression. 

"Invictus," She said impressed. 

"It is not one of his famous ones either. For a boy who claims to hate poetry-" She stopped mid-sentence when she heard it. 

Screaming. 

It was so familiar, just like in her nightmares. Celeste felt the air leave her body. For a moment, she could swear she was back home. That she hadn't escaped. 

Will stopped dead in his tracks. They had been so engrossed in their conversation they hadn't noticed the smoke in the sky, that the outlines of Boshtown which were clearer to them as they were very close to it, were on fire. 

Celeste let out a shuddering breath. Her entire body shook with terror. Her lungs burned so painfully. 

Not again. 

Not again. 

Please not again. 

She could see the men on the horses now. 

"Celeste" Will breathed her name. His face was pale with barely concealed terror. 

"Run"

Death was somewhat a stranger to Celeste Valois, until she saw the walls of her home painted red with blood. Then death became a constant companion, a shadow looming over her. She just wished it would take her, take her like it had taken everyone she loved. But it seems like she has a destiny to fulfill , a kingdom to save , a monster to kill and lives to change. A long path of suffering lies in front of her, but she won't be alone. There's a grey eyed boy with a heart full of hatred , a boy who's smile reminds her of the the sun and a girl who looks for stories in the stars ; they say they'll walk with her.

Or the story in which four traumatized teenagers save a country and realize that monsters are not born, they are created.

This ain't nothing like a good start of the story between the master and the disciple but, something between the gap of what they've been through has changed them so much. 

~past~
"hey...look at that young girl. I think she's beautiful as the time passed by. "
other are chattering of how skilled she is, especially in archery. Bae just ignored it and continue her training. 
"I think..., I've already teached you for what I know and you can do it by yourself. "
"thank you for teaching me, master Bason. "
he chuckled and invited her to a pastry shop nearby but, something has bothering her that time.

At the shop... 
"Umm.... senior...i have something important meeting from my former friend who just arrived home...can I leave? "

he just smiled and doted her as if she's her girlfriend or something. 
"I understand that you have a busy time especially during this weekend, so... just take this piece of cake on your way home. "

"thank you very much senior. "
he smirked and poked her forehead. 
"Huh...? ",she was confused. 
"maybe some other time we'll get to know each other.. ",while smiling at her. 
" thanked you very much...senior "
And she left. 
but, her mind was filled of confusions. Something between the line draws out more between master and disciple. 

"what an obedient and pure girl..., I think I'm getting more comfortable if she's on my side always. ",he said to himself while he watched her leave. 


Although...it was a hectic schedule that time. But, it seems she noticed something different on how the way her master smile and the way he looked at her. And she thought about something that Bason deserves someone better than her at that time.She just shake it off and headed towards their meeting place. 

at the beach... 
"hmm...? ",she didn't find her friend 
and someone surprisingly hugged her and kissed her forehead. 
She remember on how the way Paul acts about and she just laughed. 
"you idiot, why you don't know how to greet me haha"
"I just wanna spend time alone with you and I hope you like my new gift for you. ", Paul smirked...and invited her to watch the sea together.

Bae was kinda surprised by his gift...it was a written poetry, as she read it... she felt strange about how relatable  his poetry to her life. 

He  asked.. 
"are you okay? "
she responded. "I'm fine"

while looking at the seashore, Paul told her of who was his inspiration in writing poetry for the first time. She listens.. 

"do you still remember that day that I've almost have no hope to live but,that young girl stood me up for what I am today.., she always give me light... it's as if I remember what my elder sister taught me about. I feel she's still alive, whenever I'm with her. 

Although confused at first to what her friend's talking about but, she really get what he is trying to say about. It's as if, he is alive whenever they meet,talk or share the old days of their childhood time...after spending their quality time together, they departed in separate ways. 


After that---
(in her mind) 
There's nothing wrong of being true to yourself..but, the problem is that many people used or take advantage of those people who are kind. 
"I still recall what my mother told me before she left this cruel world. "

in her memories... 
her mother was died because of car accident  that time. She saw her father grieving  because of it. It was the most painful days that time, bae cried herself of why it happened to them. Her father approached her daughter and saying that... 
"before your mom died, she did leave a message... which you will find at her room inside of the music box at the top of the table... cheer up sweetie, it's not good to be like this. 
she nodded and thanked her father..then, hurriedly find that music box. She was surprised of what's inside of. It was a letter written by her mother before she left...she read carefully 

"To my beloved daughter,

            You we're my inspirations to strive harder, you're everything to me. I am always grateful to have a caring and loving daughter like you, my dear. 

           The only thing I can say... "just stay the way you are because you're beautiful inside and out. And I hope you'll continue shining like the moon and sun.If ever I'm gone, please don't be blame yourself. 

             I just wanted you to be happy all the time. "



after reading the letter, her feelings were burts out uncontrollably...a feeling that she never knew that she'd cried so hard. Her father comforts her, 
"don't be sad sweetie...I'm always here and I'm always ready to protect you..I know how you feel like, but, you're mom doesn't want you to be so sad.. look at the bright side, we've come this far and I know we can handle everything. 

And from the day onwards, she started training herself after that incident.

a teenager who never expected that she has many admirers from a distance. Never knew how her so called former friends has a crush for her way back before.

Pearl made her way down the long flight of stairs leading to the beach to find Rhys there, under an arch covered with flowers, facing the ocean. There was an older woman who was obviously the officiant and a man, standing a few feet away, playing an acoustic guitar. Flowers were scattered all over the sand, in an aisle formation leading to Rhys, standing there in a white button down shirt without a tie and dress pants without shoes and his hair wild, blowing in the breeze. He was so beautiful. When he saw Pearl, he put his head down and sobbed, lifting his reddened eyes to her and wiping tears from his cheeks. 
"Hello, pretty girl." Rhys said as she met him and took his hand. 
"Hi." She said back. 
The officiant began talking about love and commitment, but Pearl barely heard a word she said. She was lost in Rhys' eyes. She had never felt so much love in her life, both toward someone and from someone. 
"Pearl, do you take this man as your husband, forsaking all others and loving him, unconditionally until the day you die?" 
"I do"
"Holden, do you take this woman as your wife, forsaking all other and loving her, unconditionally until the day you die?"
"Yes. I do. So much so", Rhys said, kissing her. 
They exchanged the rings and Rhys looked down at his, as it slid onto his finger perfectly. "This is pearl, in the ring, isn't it?", he asked. 
"Yes. It is." 
He smiled at her with a look of gratitude and pride, "I love it." 
"I now pronounce you husband and wife, may your life together be one of joy and peace and may your home be filled with laughter and contentment, even on the bad days, and may your love always win." He smiled and kissed her again. The guitar player resumed playing and Rhys held her, slow dancing on the beach until the sun set. 

After they signed all the paperwork, and thanked the officiant, they went to dinner back at the little dive they ate at the night before. They laughed and danced, having an incredible time together, and the entire bar bought them drinks to celebrate their wedding. They made their way home and Rhys helped her out of her dress, carefully unzipping the back and exposing her new nightie she had bought. 
"My wife is the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on." He kissed her and walked her to the bed, never taking his hands off of her. She looked up at him and put her arms around him. He lifted her up and laid her down, lowering himself onto her. "Look at me", he said. "These eyes. I remember looking into them at that bookshop. I went there to buy a book for my mother, for her birthday, and I lost myself in the poetry section. I looked up and saw these eyes and I knew at that moment, I was found. I was so lost for so long." 
She reached up and put her hand on his face. 
"You're home now, my love. You're found."
And he kissed her, taking her into his arms and moving his pants down, and kicking them off. He lifted her nightie over her head and pulled her panties off. Looking into her eyes, he entered her and thrust himself forward, kissing her mouth and moving down, his breath hot on her throat. She cried out and ran her hands along his back, scratching his skin and making him moan with every graze of her nails. "My wife. My wife forever." He whispered as he kissed her between words. She felt a rush of heat move through her body as her climax came. He continued, moving more urgently, trembling when he came. He poured his orgasm into her, pumping every last drop of himself  deep inside of her. They were both panting and in tears. It was the most beautiful moment of her life. 

She awoke to the sun shining into the bedroom. She put on a robe and found Rhys outside with a breakfast spread from the gods. "Good morning, husband", she said, kissing him and grabbing some fresh pineapple. 
"Good morning wife." He smiled. "I woke up the happiest man on the earth."

She smiled and inhaled at least another pound of fruit. Marriage worked up an appetite, she thought. 

They spend the next two days on the beach, playing and swimming. The last day there, Rhys wanted to take her to town, shopping a little and enjoying the island before they had to leave. They went to a few shops, bought some wine and a photo of the island, and as they were leaving a small art gallery, they were bombarded with several cameras in their faces out on the sidewalk. Someone had tipped off the media that they were in town. It was a swarm and Pearl wasn't sure what to do. "Why are you on the island? Do own a home here, Holden? Pearl, tell us about your new single. When is the wedding?" Rhys put his head down and led them through the crowd to their car. 
"I'm sorry." He said as they drove off. "Don't be. Our single was released yesterday. This is my fault just as much as yours. We don't have to apologize to each other anymore for this kind of thing." She looked at him, placing her hand on his. He smiled and drove them a diffident route back. He didn't want anyone to follow them to the villa. 
They made it back and Rhys made arrangements for an earlier flight. He knew that they had to get out of there quickly. Pearl looked at her phone and saw she missed a text from John. "Our single is the number one streamed song in the country. Buckle up."

When real life divorce and loneliness becomes a fairy tale after a chance encounter with a movie star, Pearl’s life turns into a love triangle she wasn’t prepared for. Rock  stardom  and romance and getting a second chance at life and love means everything.

Poetic mastery!
A great and loving fame,
How it treats its victims,
So lovely!
Poetry, master of the verse!
The unending pain,
The unending fame!
A sea of troubles,
A sea of doubt.
A land of strife,
A hope without.
Live! Live!
And see the world through Poetry's eyes.
Then you can take the world to court.
Free verse, and iambic, try as you may,
You'll never gain.

This is a collection of poems I have written. They range from happy themes to philosophical quandaries. They have no set meaning, so you can take whatever from each as it calls you.

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Gradation of The Sense (My L)

dbfcbnc

A New Life In The Tower

the Dragon queen - the new king

Hear My Silent Scream

Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

Ignis

FRIENDZONED

Starting Again

Harmonia De Poetica "The harmony of poetry"

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