This is a poem book for when you wanna read poems pls give it a chance

~Let's do some easter egg hunting guys hehe. This are the lacking chapters of that awesome novel i am reading. I posted it here so i can read in mobile comfortably.

Hint: this novel is already completed but stopped in chapter 609 here at webnovel(obvious hint i guess).

20 chapters per day except weekends.

THE STORY IS NOT MINE.

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.

"The river comes from west in turns; I am startled by the featured scenery. Hundreds of houses gather here to form a county; although having no city walls, they lean against a mountain. The shadow of the sail is looming in the river not far away from the maple leaves. Water gurgled near my bed. In straw rain cape, I am close to Yan Ling; pitifully, I could only look at the crystal river and pass by...What a nice poem! This poem could at least stay in the list of Talents' Pavilion for one year. It's said that it was written by a talent surnamed Xu in Xintong City. Not bad! Not bad..."
"Look at this one. I feel this poem is more artistic. The wild wind blows my white coat; I move on the river by boat. As the sun sets in the distance, green contours of mountains undulate. Feeling cold, flowers drop their heads; being tired, birds twittered occasionally. After seeing smoke rising, I anchor my fishing boat and come to Zhuxi Temple..."
"I don't agree with you, brother Ou. If this poem appears in a remote hotel or a residence of a hermit in the deep mountain, it would be amazing. However, it appears in the Talents' Pavilion. Therefore, I think the poet perhaps want to show off his talent; instead of aiming to be a real hermit. I would not vote him..."
"You're right, brother Li; you're right..."
In the afternoon, after circling around the city for a few hours, Zhang Tie was finally sent to the Talents' Pavilion in Datang City cordially by the taxi driver. Through the constant introduction of the taxi driver, Zhang Tie gradually learned more about Datang City and Xuanyuan Wuji and acquired a lot of useful information.
Xuanyuan Wuji's position in Datang City was like that of Zhang Tie in Fiery-Dragon Bounty Territory. Each action of him would be eye-catching. Therefore, Zhang Tie easily got the message that Xuanyuan Wuji was in Datang City these days from the taxi driver.
According to the taxi driver, at the end of each year, the adorable third prince would host philanthropic campaigns like providing porridge and money and giving condolence to soldiers, civilians and students in the city. Therefore, Xuanyuan Wuji would always stay in Datang City in the entire December. After hearing this message, Zhang Tie finally felt relaxed.
After making a plan to pay a secret visit to the third prince's mansion tonight and kill him when possible, Zhang Tie finished his lunch in a hotel before being led to the Talents' Pavilion by the taxi driver. With the attitude of doing as the Romans do, Zhang Tie started to wander in the Talents' Pavilion.
Talents' Pavilion was a vast octagonal traditional Hua building. Being located in the west of Datang City, Talents' Pavilion was in a hill not far from Datang Learning Academy. It was surrounded by beautiful scenery. No ticket was required to enter the Talents' Pavilion. Instead, each one could get a ticket for free at the entrance. As many people came here, after receiving tickets, they would vote for their most favorite works, political opinions, poems or essays of those "talents" by putting their tickets into the ballot boxes under the creators. In each fixed period, the ballot boxes would be opened and the tickets would be counted. Those with more tickets would rank higher on the list and would win chances to be promoted to high-level officials. 
On the taxi, Zhang Tie had been told about the game rules in Talents' Pavilion. After entering it, Zhang Tie felt strange watching those literati concentrating on those works. 
As for Zhang Tie, the so-called Talents' Pavilion was just a trick that Xuanyuan Wuji used to buy the hearts of people at the bottom of the society and control the public opinions. As he wanted to fight for the throne, Xuanyuan Wuji had to act like a "sagacious emperor". Such a trick would work more or less. However, the so-called talents in the Talents' Pavilion were actually some bottom literati in Datang City and nearby provinces or prefectures. What about those knights of Taixia Country if these people could be called talents? Real knights always neglected these things. A real knight didn't need to show off his literary talents for fame and wealth here. 
These literati had a big say at the bottom of society, who could influence many people's opinions. That might be the reason that Xuanyuan Wuji played such a trick. 
In a world dominated by knights, literati who only thought about reading instead of cultivating their battle strength would not enjoy high positions. Even if these literati could make some achievements in literature, most of them could at most be some grass-root clerks and officials. Very few of them could become the trusted subordinates of third prince like Fang Qingming on His Majesty's side. Right because of this reason, so many literati were longing for showing off their talents in the pavilion as they all dreamed to be the very trusted subordinate of the third prince and provide political suggestions to him. 
Zhang Tie was not interested in poems and essays; however, he was clear about the function of Talents' Pavilion. Standing behind those literati and listening to their comments, Zhang Tie revealed a despised look as if he was watching some kids building a castle using sand.
"Bro, I wonder about your noble opinion..." One of the literati in front of Zhang Tie asked when he caught Zhang Tie's contemptuous look and became irritated. Hearing his words, all the other literati in front turned around and fixated onto Zhang Tie at a stroke.
"Haha, I have no noble opinion; I have no noble opinion. Now that these poems and essays could be displayed here, they are nice for real..." Zhang Tie replied with a big smile as he cupped his hands towards them and intended to leave. Because Zhang Tie didn't feel like wasting time with these humble literati at all. 
"Bro, you're so presumptuous!" One of those literati was instantly driven mad by Zhang Tie's response, although Zhang Tie didn't have malicious intent. As a result, all of them were glaring at Zhang Tie as if Zhang Tie had insulted their belief. "These poems and essays are all top works among hundreds of millions of works. Bro, you might be erudite; how about showing us...We want to broaden our vision..."
"When I watched the snow last year, I got a poem by accident. Its name is Falling Snow. If you want to hear it, this humble man would read it for you..."
"Hmm, go ahead. I would like to appreciate your good piece..." a literati said with a sneer.
After looking around, Zhang Tie cleared his voice. After that, he read his poem under the gaze of all the others, "What is flying in the sky? There's a pile in the east, another pile in the west. Is the Jade Emperor building the Imperial Palace? Screening lime yo, screening lime!"
After Zhang Tie finished his poem, all the onlooking literati were petrified as their faces turned purple, quivering all over...
It appeared that Zhang Tie's interest was aroused. Before those people opened their mouth, he continued, "This humble man got another one when I watched the lightning bolt in the sky. Its name is Singing the Lightning Bolt. Glad to hear your comments about it. Ahem, ahem. I suddenly see a fiery chain in the sky as if the Jade Emperor is smoking; if Jade Emperor doesn't smoke, why is there a fiery chain...Eh, brothers, brothers, don't run away; I've got some more..."
Those literati who intended to make Zhang Tie embarrassed were severely injured by Zhang Tie's two poems. Soon after Zhang Tie finished his second poem, those literati had covered their faces with sleeves and left there as they didn't feel like talking with Zhang Tie any more.
Zhang Tie pretended to persuade them to stay; however, those literati paced up in case of being influenced by the bad luck brought by Zhang Tie. 
Shaking his head, Zhang Tie smiled and was going to leave. Unimaginably, a burst of applaud sounded behind him. 
"What nice poems! What nice poems..."
Zhang Tie turned around as he saw a hermit-like middle-aged literati in white robe clapping his hands.
"Young brother. Your poems look coarse; however, they're of great charisma. If charisma only is considered, your poems are much better than all the others in the Talents' Pavilion..."
After hearing the middle-aged literati's comment, Zhang Tie knew that he was not jeering at him. Given his personality, Zhang Tie started to like him. 
"Haha, to tell the truth, the two poems are not created by me; instead, I read it from a book by accident. The writer is a rude soldier of Hua people before the Catastrophe..."
"Oh, I see!" the literati replied as he continued, "Young brother, now that you could admit it frankly, you must be a straight-forward man. It must be your first time in Datang City. Me too! Young brother, how about traveling around the city with me..."
"Nice..." Zhang Tie replied with a smile too. 
　　


After the Catastrophe, every rule in the world was rewritten.
In the Age of Black Iron, steel, iron, steam engines and fighting force became the crux in which human beings depended on to survive.
A commoner boy by the name Zhang Tie was selected by the gods of fortune and was gifted a small tree which could constantly produce various marvelous fruits. At the same time, Zhang Tie was thrown into the flames of war, a three-hundred-year war between humans and demons on the vacant continent. Using crystals to tap into the potentials of the human body, one must cultivate to become stronger.
The thrilling legends of mysterious clans, secrets of Oriental fantasies, numerous treasures and legacies in the underground world — All in the Castle of Black Iron!
Written by Drunk Tiger, this novel is a prime example of fantasy steampunk. Let us journey through the world of limitless possibilities and inventions together!
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**Warning: This novel contains mature content**


A BEST SELLING AUTHOR ON AMAZON for Poems Book 1, Poems Book 3, Poetry on Inspiring Women -Book One AND You Can Lose Weight Just Like Me – From 85kg to 68kg – A Real Life Story











D.S.PAIS










Poetry on Inspiring Women -Book Three












Copyright 2019 D. S. Pais
Amazon Edition



ALSO BY D.S.PAIS


Best Sellers:
Poems Book 1, Poems Book 3, Poetry on Inspiring Women -Book One AND You Can Lose Weight Just Like Me – From 85kg to 68kg – A Real Life Story





Rescue
Diane
Tiene
Rescue Book 2: Giselle
Matters of the Heart
An Unlikely Christmas
The Spell of an Irresistible Woman
The silhouette in the picture









Self - Help:
How to Identify My Greatest Passion in Life
A PRAGMATIC Method to face repeated failures
The METHOD





Poetry:
Poems Book 2, Poems Book 4, Poetry on Inspiring Women -Book Two








Acknowledgements:






I dedicate this book to my family, relatives and friends who have been an inspiration in my life to continue with my work, in particular my husband Brayan, my children, Gavin and Glen.

I am indebted to my readers, because of whom I derive my inspiration to keep writing.

There are women who continue to inspire me in my life and this book is dedicated to them.

In this book, tributes have been written to the following ten women who made an impact in society: Mary Shelley, Catherine the Great, Vera Atkins, Cleopatra, Elizabeth Fry, Mary Anning, Joan of Arc, Isabella of Castile, Catherine of Siena and Wangari Maathai



















Selected comments for other books:


"Hello DSPais, thank you for this nice short sensible book. I bought your kindle for 99 cents and have already read it in ten minutes! I really like your approach of creative visualization. I weighed 91 kg and reduced to 72 kg but have increased back to 78 kg now, so am interested in ways to reinforce good diet and practice psychology of weight loss, especially just reducing amount of food. I will try your recipe of apple cider vinegar before meals. Reading your short book has helped me to focus my mind on good habits."
Book: You can lose weight just like me – from 85kg to 68kg – A Real Life Story.

"An ideal book for any normal person, who wants to lose weight. Steps mentioned can be followed by any one, who has the desire to lose weight. Overall a good one."
Book: You can lose weight just like me – from 85kg to 68kg – A Real Life Story.

"Read Matters of the Heart today. Beautifully written."
Book: Matters Of The Heart.

"Reading the Repeated Failures Book. Found a few good points".
Book: A PRAGMATIC Method to face repeated failures

"I read your book; it is nice in the way people can relate to as people face the same issues in their everyday life"
Book: You can lose weight just like me – from 85kg to 68kg – A Real Life Story

"I read your book on how to lose weight…..so nicely written. All your steps are very easy and normal to follow."
Book: You can lose weight just like me – from 85kg to 68kg – A Real Life Story

"It's really great that you did this… both the weight loss and the book. Very admirable."
Book: You can lose weight just like me – from 85kg to 68kg – A Real Life Story

"For a nice experience, turn to Beauty of the Night Surrounds Me, where we find this: "When the Sun has worn her evening gown; /The wind is gushing her wings /and around me, the lark sings. I should also mention Journey of an Individual, which is about meeting after a long-distance relationship.  Pais is from a culture different from mine, and this poem gives an insight into another world view – which, like yours and mine, includes love and hope."
Book: Poems Book One

"Ten poems is a small taste of a promising writer. I will content myself with a couple of comments. The opening poem, An Odd Encounter with Fate, is a narrative of how a relationship that seems a total non-starter can later catch up with both individuals. For a tough poem, turn to Infidelity. Here Pais begins to reach into your gut. Finally, Season of Love is a nice and gentle romantic poem. I should mention that Pais generally rhymes, exactly or closely. For those who prefer careful stanzas, that is a plus you will get from this book."
Book: Poems Book Two

"Now, let's go into what I enjoyed about "Poems." This short collection did what many others have not, and what many short stories try to do but aren't able to do; it made me feel. These poems individually but collectively made me feel so much. If you have ever felt love and know the joy and pains of what it is to love someone, then the first one is touching. I do not think D.S wrote either poem one or poem four for that matter, about the type of people I lost that I loved and that this poem reminded me of. I think hers was intended more romantic and less the love I had for the family members I miss. But there is this line at the end that touched my soul near the end and reminded me immediately of the pain of the loss of love that I still shoulder. With everything taken into consideration with my math, I'm Scoring "Poems" with a score of 92/100. That is a five-star review on Goodreads and Amazon."
Book: Poems Book One

The author lays out clearly the steps that aided her in losing weight. It is easy to follow and the suggestions are easy to implement into your daily life. The book gives you exactly what the author intended to and that is to provide insight on what worked for her.
Book: You can lose weight just like me – from 85kg to 68kg – A Real Life Story

This novella is quick, sweet romance. Kate was with her boyfriend for two years in a dead end relationship. A chance sighting at a job interview places Kate at her dream job and in the presence of her future. She meets Ernst who is seemingly living a double life. Fate draws them together for a HEA. The story was told from a third party point of view. It was very descriptive and the plot was clear and easy to follow. While you knew the plot and where it was going, at times the wording was very stilted, which could lead to some confusion when reading. This also made it difficult for me to connect with the characters and truly invest in the story.
Book: Matters Of The Heart.

The ladies of importance well chosen. The simple words of yours to give them glory, well written.
Book: Poetry on Inspiring Women -Book One























Dedicated to the spirit of freedom and determination

























Poetry on Inspiring Women -Book Three




















Contents








• A Dream Writer
• The Star of the North
• Lady Spy
• I will not be led in a triumph
• Angel of Prisons
• She sells seashells
• The maid of Orleans
• The Queen of Castile
• Doctor of the Church
• The Nobel Peace Prize Environmentalist












A Dream Writer

(In praise of Mary Shelley)





She had a thirst for knowledge and a mind that persevered
A prompt from Byron to write a ghost story, she considered
Morning after morning when all she replied with a negative
It was from one of her wakeful nights, a story she would give

She saw her ghost fable in front of her eyes, with signs of life
She was frightened and spent the night in uneasy wakerife
She began writing her dream and it became "Frankenstein"
She realised that she had stepped out from childhood wherein


When two of her children met with unexpected death
She turned to writing, weeping and holding her breath
She channelled her thoughts on her political freedom
She came up with novels and plays in creative wisdom

She financially aided the women whom society disapproved
It was not in boast, but simple justice that she was moved
She was a political radical throughout her life with empathy
She reformed the society through cooperation and sympathy














The Star of the North

(In praise of Catherine the Great)





Her coronation was one of the main treasures along with cadastres
The Russian Empire extended a little over 2 million square kilometres
Russia emerged as the dominant leader, defeating mighty powers
The Glory of Catherine amidst victories ushered in like thundershowers

She was the pioneer for Russia as an international mediator in disputes
League of Armed Neutrality was one of her key mediation attributes
Industries rose in textiles and ironworks with serfs during her reign
Russian economy, modernized by Volga Germans who were foreign

For funding military needs Government paper money was issued
Assignation Bank and its bank branches were thus pursued
In arts, literature and education, she had earned a reputation
Contributed to comedies, memoirs, encyclopaedia's proliferation

Leading economists became members of Free Economic Society
She recruited scientists to the Russian capital for scientific satiety
In her Nakaz, she issued codes to address modernisation trends
"The Star of the North" in 500 districts and 50 provinces she propends

She was a great patron of Russian opera, culture and arts
With head held high and regal costume, she won over hearts
She conferred "Charter of the Towns" and "Charter to the Nobility"
Her legal innovations bolted Russia to the phase of hypnotisability



Catherine the Great became Russia's longest ruling female leader
She was influenced by modernism and was a conceptualizer
The Catherinian Era was famed the Golden Age of Russia
The enlightened queen revitalised the country in nostalgia

















Lady Spy

(In praise of Vera Atkins)





She began her work in the French section of the SOE as a secretary
She became a de facto intelligence officer as deemed necessary
She recruited and deployed British agents in occupied France
She awaited decoded transmissions sent by them furtherance

Known for her steel-trap intelligence and fierce loyalty absolute
She stood on the runway to watch each take off in a parachute
While Hitler was unaware of Atkin's street smart brilliance
The F Section was equivalent to fifteen division's endurance

She was ardent in the search for F Section's 118 missing agents
Ensured that they were widely recognized for their achievements
In the world of spies, the tight-lipped, outspoken lady was the boss
The Knight of the Legion of Honour was grieved with tremendous loss

In this book, tributes have been written to the following ten women who made an impact in society: Mary Shelley, Catherine the Great, Vera Atkins, Cleopatra, Elizabeth Fry, Mary Anning, Joan of Arc, Isabella of Castile, Catherine of Siena and Wangari Maathai

- Exo - {Baekhyun} 
"Hello"
"Hi" I bow in respect to the person at the counter then walk around until a title ot cover catches my eye. I continue to walk around and I see a little pink book in the poems. I walk over but right before I could grab it, someone with breathtaking looks grabs it and flips through the pages and stops at one randomly and scanned over it.
"You know is better luck if you read the very last poem right?" I said grabbing a cutely familiar floral pattern poetry. The boy looks at me and scoffs a bit as I open the box in the middle.
"Then why open and read one in the middle with that one?" I turn to him and smile sweetly.
"I've read this entire book, plus I remember it all, I was just scrolling through it." He then smirks holding out his hand.
"Let me see it real quick. I'll name off a poem name and author and you resite it, wanna play?" I smile and nod and he opens it near the front choosing a page.
"Ok, Lean On The Water by-"
"Kim Hyesoon. That's her book 'Autobiography Of Death', turn it over." I smirk as his eyes widen a bit but he just cleared his throat.
"Site it"
"Day 4. Lean your body on the water and cling to it. Wear a coat woven in the waters hair. I crouched and cover my face. Let's be slant together. let's Fall in bracing each other. After I jump off it'll be your turn to jump. When I throw down the fishing line, please bite on the hook and Bob up. I'll do the same next time. Plead to. the water talks to itself more than you do. It babbles on when it's drunk. So I take the rain home. Water pours in through the window. You're about to lean on it, but the water leans on you even more." he looks at me and shocked and I just smirked grabbing the book from his hands and putting it back on the shelf where I grabbed it.
"How did you-"
"I've read it twice, amazing how I remember it huh?". I smile and he nods in amazement.
"I never remember something like that unless it's about fried Chicken." He says as we both chuckle lightly.
"My name is Heesoo, nice too meet you." I hold my hand out with a bright smile, the boy takes my hands and returns the smile shaking it.
"Baekhyun, but you can call me bacon." He spoke a light chuckle in a bright smile.
"Well, why are you here today bacon?". I smile but hold back the matter of not wanting to giggle or even laugh at the fact that he gets called bacon.
"It's my older brother's birthday in a few weeks, so I'm looking for a book to give him.". the pink book he had in his hands gently gets placed back on the shelf. I look at the books and smile.
"Does he like love poems?" I asked was a small smile but he shrugs causing me I completely lose the small smile and giggle that I had found.
"I don't know, I'm just set on love poems." He said scanning the shelf once again.
"Well, there are some good ones here if you want some recommendations?" He knows without hesitation I quickly grabbed five books I have engraved in me. 
"The love of an apple tree by Cho Yoonho, no flower blooms without wavering by Do Jonghwan, even birds leave the world poems chosen by Hwang Jiwoo, everything you're in for: Manhae's poems of love and longing by Cho Francisca, and last but not least flowers of a moment by In Ko."  I top of the books on top of each other in his hands and he just smiles. 
"You know alot." He says with an awkward chuckle and I laugh a bit. 
"I'm in my second year of studying literature. My whole life is books, I better know a lot." He laughed.
"Cute, a bookworm." I smile and nod going to the English novels and in a cute way Baekhyun, even with five books in his hands, waddled behind me.
"Hey Heesoo, you want to grab coffee with me after we buy these?" I hesitate as I've looked at the Stephen King books.
"sure why not? There's a small and great shop somewhere close to here. Sound good?"  I said as I grabbed "Bag of Bones" off the shelf.
"You read English literature?" Baekhyun asked as we walk towards the counter.
"Yeah, I learned English and study literature so it helps a lot." A chuckle to myself.
"That'll be 17$" I pull out my wallet and I pay the cashier with a smile. Seconds later she hands me a paper bag with my book in it. 
"Thank you and have a nice day, come again!"
"Of course you too, Baekhyun, see you outside." I whisper a bit then walk out the door waiting for Baekhyun to accompany me to the coffee shop. 
"Let's go." he smiles quickly and lovingly. I haven't response and off we go walking to the coffee shop around the corner. 
"Hi and welcome to board Castle, oh, hey Heesoo." My friend Kim Samuel said with a bright smile.
"Hey Sam Sam. This is Baekhyun." I turn to baekhyun and smile sweetly.
"Baekhyun go ahead and order okay?" He smiled and nodded turn towards Samuel in a quick instant.
"One iced Americano please."
"Okay, and Heesoo regular for you?" Samuel asked and I nodded.
"Pay up bitch." Samuel said and we both smirked.
"Yeah yeah." I pull up my wallet and pay for the coffee, when I turned to Baekhyun he smiles sweetly and leads the way to a small table near the back by the window.
"So you come here a lot?" He asked with curiosity swimming and his beautiful brown eyes.
"Yeah, kinda." I smile and scratch the back of my neck nervously. Baekhyun lets off a soft chuckle and taps the table.
"How about you do me a favor?" I tilt my head and question it.
"Like what?"
"Next Saturday come to the park with me. We can read together there." I felt shocked but a sense of confidence run through me in those two seconds.
"Sure."
-
It's Saturday already and I've acting like an eighth grader on her first date of her entire life. I flipped through every cute outfit and I still felt like it wasn't doing right. In the end though I settled with a bumblebee crop top, Jean short shorts, and yellow checkered vans. Sweet, cute, simple. I hear my phone ringing in those moments I panic and quickly grab it answering it.
"Hello?" I kind of yelled and it stayed kind of silent oh, my nerves then started to tingle until I hear complete laughter.
"Oh my god, Heesoo, are you ok?  You sounded scared and excited at the same time, what's going on?" Samuel mocked me causing me only to frown.
"Shut up, and I'm going on a date today." I said in the cocky tone but my smile fell when I dart dear Samuel die of laughter once again. 
"Oh my God really?! I hope he leaves in an instant!"
"Samuel!"
"What I'm only speaking my mind!"
"Well it wasn't nice, say sorry."
"Okay fine Mom! I'm sorry." He spoke with a softer voice and I once again smile to myself.
"I accept your apology, now, I have a date and he asked me to it first. Dick."
"Wait what?!  Heesoo?!" and right before I could hear much more I hang up in an instant taking a deep breath into peaceful and silent are that surrounded me now that I didn't have to hear Samuel.
"Aw, peace and qu-" I heard a knock on my door and I saw a slouching and groaning as I walk.
"What do you-, oh, Baekhyun..." I flush an embarrassment and amazement at the same time.
"Looks like someone made you mad before I arrived." he lightly chuckles and I let him inside while I grab my purse in the couch and a small sweater just in case.
"Yeah, Samuel called right before you knocked. So I thought you were him, sorry" I laugh awkwardly, but baekhyun stopped me right before we had left my door.
"You have your part book?" I smile softly and laugh a bit.
"In my purse here." I said he smiles as I pull small book out. out enough to where he couldn't see the book, but still enough to where he could tell what it was specifically.
"Ok, let's go then." he walks out the door and I follow him, of course I lock the door. We got into a nice 2017 Chevy car model and off we went. 
"You look adorable." Baekhyun said with soft pink resting on his cheeks.
"Thanks, you-" I look at him and actually become speechless. His beauty is to the max. His hair is a little messy making his dark deep brown eyes pop and a cute yet beautiful way. white sweatshirt over a black over fit shirt with blue skinny jeans and some small silver accessories. 
"You look amazing." I said still pretty much lovestruck for the boy and he chuckles sweetly even through his Rosy tinted face.
"Thanks, I went through everything in my closet."
"Same actually." I said looking at my lap as my cheeks feel a rise in temperature. 
"Well, you picked a good outfit even though You had a small panic. Also your house is cute, thanks for letting me pick you up." Baekhyun piled everything. I'm guessing he's still kind of nervous? 
"Thanks, and of course, thanks for the offer." I smiled sweetly and I could feel a bit of his wall of awkwardness crumble to my comment.
"I wanted it to be like a date so I did what most people do in movies and dramas. Pick the girl up, give her compliments, and lastly, try and have a nice time with her." I begin to slowly Google and laugh at how cutely in cliche the boy is.
"Well I'm already having fun." I giggle and lit up in the last bit of awkward wall finally fell down.
-
"Let me lay down so you can read the poems to me." We've been sitting under a tree for an hour reading and sharing lines we liked with each other and Baekhyun stole my book to read some of the poems I've Loved for years, so I'm laying in his lap.
"Have you read all of these?" he asked showing me the book pages. Marks, highlights, some notes on it. I've had that book for years.
"Uh, yeah." He giggled and Pat's my head.
"I should get you to blush more." he pointed to my cheeks and in those seconds reality hit me and I felt the heat kissing my cheeks.
"Start reading!" I yelled and he shot me a face of fake hurt. I laughed and he smiles getting his eyes glued to the book.
I close my eyes enjoying the sounds and tingly feeling I have in the pit of my stomach.  the birds singing with excitement and joy allowing them to be completely oblivious of our unreasonably harsh world. The sound of Baekhyun's soft, calm breathing mixed with the sound of pages gently turning made me happy.  happy that his breathing in the pages turning meant he liked what he was looking over, but I also counted how many times he turn the pages. I remember each poem on each page.
Page 16- an early winter letter by Kim Yongtak
Page 20- love: making a long distance phone call by Moon Insoo
Page 37- Chanhyang's last words parts 1 2 and 3 by Seo Jungju
Page 43- Natasha, the white donkey, and me by Bark seok
Those were my four favorites. each poem has its own unique story, writing, feeling, and authors. I loved this book. It has collections of great poems from newer authors and authors with such literature talent that they shouldn't be forgotten.  Baekhyun then took a stop in the book.
"Page 55, the white martial law by Choi Seungho, next page is 57, the cow by Kim Giteak." I spoke softly and almost stopped breathing as I hear the page turn and soon I felt his eyes land on me.
"You're amazing, you know that?" His voice put out in astonishment.
"Thanks, but go to page 82 and read that to me." His hand softly flip to the page that I requested and he chuckled lightly.  My eyes stay closed as they listen to his angelic voice kinda question me and a cute way.
"Physics of love by-"
"By Kim Inyook, first published in 1963."  I spoke and he tapped my forehead making me jump up and look at him with offended eyes.
"Let me read it, you asked away." He spoke softly with a playful smile.
"Let me read it with you then, we can both read it." I said and he softly nodded.
"Ok."  I layed back down in his lap and closed my eyes once again.  When someone reads to me I close my eye and all my attention goes to their voice.  When I was little the teacher always thought I was asleep, but I would quite that whole page when they asked.  So books were always my 'talent'. 
"Mass is not proportional to volume."  His voice soft, slow, and calming.  Then I go out in my lines. 
"A girl as small as a violet, a girl who moves like a flower petal is pulling me towards her with more force than her mass."  Baekhyun then softly pets my hair as he continues on.
"Just then, I am like Newtons apple."  He stopped and I smile to myself.
"I rolled towards her without stopping, untill I fell on her." And just like that we continued to take turns with book lines.
"With a thump, with a thump thump."
"My heart keeps bouncing between the sky and the ground." I went to see the last line but his voice join mine.
"It was my first love..." I open my eyes and see him staring at me. His eyes filled with some kind of sparkle. 
"Hey Heesoo, could you sit up real quick?" I didn't hesitate to move without reason.  He just stared that odd sparkle still stuck in his eyes, so I try to question him. 
"Baekhyun, what's wrong?" He stayed silent for another minute so I chose to go again.
"Baek-" in an instant his nose was lightly sitting on m cheek and his lips were gently on mine and my only reaction was to close my eyes and kiss back.  He was gentle and it seemed like it tasted sweet.  After a few seconds that amazingly seemed like a minute he pulled away and smiled as a bit of pink crept up to his cheeks.
"Heesoo, sorry I-"
"It's fine, so u like me huh?" He nodded and looked at my book that he had resting in his hands. 
"Well, I like you too."  I smiled a bit as I feel flames on my cheeks so I look away so he can't see.
"Then be my girlfriend!" His voice filled with a nervous panic and excitement at the same time. 
"Kiss me then."  And that's my story.  My beautiful love story that all started in a book store. 
-Mayji


Time is unpredictable. Every action we make leads to a different heading. Still every one of us worries about what lies ahead. On what's in store for our lives. We worry about the tomorrow every single day.  Wishing that tomorrow will be better from today. A tomorrow in which there's no pain, suffering and hurt, a new beginning, new chances and opportunities. We all wish for a tomorrow like that. Still I learned in my life to never look forward. To not expect on what tomorrow will bring. Because I don't want to be disappointed. To look forward for a future that I know I can never have. Yeah it's depressing, but I've live my life like this. Always looking back, never forward. It's one of the curses of being able to remember everything. You'll keep on wanting to forget or either go back to the times you still can laugh and be happy. In which I didn't have any of those.
It's been about seven years or so. Since I last saw the girl who gave color and happiness to my life. The girl that I haven't seen in such a long time. Still I remember everything about her. But the worst part is I know that she doesn't recall any moment of us being together, well it's been seven years and some people might have moved on and had met other people. Found happiness and know where their lives are heading to. But not me. I still feel heavy and empty. Yet I'm getting by. I college graduate with a degree in literature. Can't even believe that the course that I would choose is about writing. Right now I'm working at a newspaper. But I don't write news article. I'm still writing with my specialty. Poems that I don't know if anyone actually notices. I get feedback from readers every once and a while. But I think no ones that interested in my work.
I've been also trying to write my own book that I would publish with the many I have. Well it's a move that's unlike me. But I have a story to tell. Yet I'm having troubles in writing neither the ending nor the next events. Well you see since I can't forget her and almost every night she is still on my mind. What I do is write about her. Write a story about me and her. Our ifs. Yet I can't really be optimistic. That's why even on the book I'm writing it still ends up like this. The lead character being lost. Having to say goodbye to the only thing that's giving his world light. I really miss Ana. Each night I go on wondering where is she now. Still hoping that we will see each other again. Though my heart knows it's impossible
For seven years it's been like this. At first I stayed in touch with Ana's parents but after some time. I can't contact them. That's why for seven years I've been living my life wondering. There are moment where I almost gave into depression. But I held on because deep inside a fragment of my sanity believes that we will see each other again. Well I think that's about it. Your all caught up with my life. Nothing really much happened in college. As always I was a loner and an outcast, because I choose to be one. That's why for seven years. The only person I interacted with is my boss. Who discovered my poems when I was still a student. Ironically the poem that my boss read to hire me. Was the first poem I wrote for Ana, but I just went with it. My boss is really nice. He loves poetry that's why he keeps on insisting putting a section of it in his newspaper, thanks to him I have a job.
A job that I'm not that passionate about. But I'm ok with it. Because maybe this was it. The last remnant of  Ana that is still in me. That spark of being able to write once more. Maybe someday I'll get over everything. Someday I'll be fine. I'll just continue writing poems. And writing my book. I'm ok with this being the ending of a story. But once more things change. Another event that would make me hope for a better tomorrow that I know will be sorrow.
I was walking home. I went of my office minding my own business. Just like when I was in high school. Ears plug with music not minding the world or my surrounding. Lost in thought instead of the melody that I'm hearing. Thinking. Being on my own even surrounded by many people walking. Then something broke the silence. Someone burst my bubble. A person that I've been wanting to see for this whole seven years. It was her Ana
"Hey" she said to me as she tries to get my attention
But I didn't hear her at first because I'm listening to music. So he touched my shoulder and once again said
"Hey are you Joseph"
Then I finally notice her. I turned around and saw her. It's been seven years. I don't know what to actually feel. My mind turned blank. The thoughts that I was lost in suddenly  disappear and all I wanted to do was to hug her. But I didn't because this all feels unreal that's why I thought I was imagining things. But no it was really her. That smile. That voice, that same innocence in her eyes. It was really her. And she remembers me.
"Ana is that you?"
"Oh how do you know my name? That's weird I didn't remember we have met before"
Then once again my hope turned into nothing. Because she don't remember me but how can she recognize me then from what I can see. I figure it out.
"Uhm no but it's written in your name tag"
Luckily she was wearing a nametag I was safe. 
"Oh yes my bad. Well I don't really know you as a person but I recognize you from this" she said and showed me the newspaper
Then just like I thought she only recognize me because of the newspaper she was holding. I didn't know what to feel. Happy that she continues to read my work or sad because she can't remember me and that I once wrote for her
"I see well thanks for your support"
I wanted to end the conversation. Because I thought to myself it's better to end things here. Rather than make myself hope that the new memories that will about the make if I keep the conversation going is a memory she'll remember. 
"Your welcome" she said with a smile on her face
"Well I have to get going now once again thanks and it was nice meeting you"
I said those words. Because I cant bear looking at that smile. I don't want to be hopeful once more. But as I was about to leave she grabbed my hand. Then it reminded me when we first met on that bridge.
"Wait don't leave"
"Why?"
"Well two reasons. Let me know more about your work. The second reason is…"
"What is it?"
"Is I don't how to get home will you help me?"
I just don't know what is happening. What is causing this turn of events. After seven long years we met again. But why me to all the people to ask. Why me? For all the people that is walking in this area why did she ask me?
"I don't know how to help you and why me?
"Because I want it to be you, I don't know how to explain it. But your poems has always spoke to me. Each time I read your work on this newspaper I feel as if we know each other and I cant remember. Then as I forget how to get home. I was holding this newspaper then I saw you and recognize your face from the picture here posted as the writer. Well I'm sorry for being a bother but I just really need your help"
What she said made me happy. Because I've been writing in the news paper for about 3 years and if she was reading my work all this time that meant one thing. All the poems I've written so far have reached her. Just hearing her say the word that my poems spoke to her. That made me feel so relieved. That all this time I wasn't writing for nothing. All my efforts was not in vain. that's why with that being said. I didn't overthink. I just smiled at her and walked with her.
"Fine I'll help you get home"
Those were my words but yes deep inside I'm happy but still holding back my words
"Yay Thanks and let me properly introduce myself I'm Ana."
"Ok I'm Joseph got any idea where you live?"
"Not a clue, you see I suffer from short term memory loss. So sometimes there are details in my life that I tend to forget."
"Well I guess for now lets walk around and see if you can spot a familiar place for you"
We started walking around and talking. Then we decided to rest for a bit by sitting down on a bench. There we continued our conversation
"so tell me more about yourself Ana?"
I tried small talk. Asking her questions to get some hint about what was she doing in the past seven years
"Well right now I honestly don't know what to do."
"What do you mean by that?"
"You see I have short term memory loss"
"Yeah you told me that and so?"
"Because of this condition. I forget a lot things about my life. I cant retain any memory. I only remember the now then later on forget it. Living like this has been hard. Especially for those I love. My parents have the hardest jobs. Because for years they have been taking care of me. Enduring hospital bills and buying the medication I need. Also I cant really bear to see them cry sometimes. Because there are moments when I make them cry."
"How do you know that?"
"I've started writing a journal a while back. Sometimes when I wake up I read it. But there are days when I don't believe I have short term memory loss. Those are the normal days for me. And today is where I believe I have short term memory in which are the weird days. But the worst days is when I cant remember anything"
What she told me had open my eyes on how hard it must be for her parents and also for her. No wonder they didn't stay in contact since they have to focus in caring for Ana
"then how come you remember my work?"
"well its because it's a weird day. And theres a whole section of your poems in my journal. That's why on weird days like these I read some of them. Luckily today I met you. That's why let me ask you. Who are you really writing for? Or what is your inspiration"
As she asked that question. I don't know weather to tell her the truth about its for her, or not. That's why as I writer I just answer vaguely. By telling her a story about a girl.  Because I don't want to really hope once again that I will be remembered
"Uhm its for a girl I met seven years ago. A girl that bought color to my life. And through my poems I hope I could reach her"
"Why? Where did this girl go anyway?"
"She went abroad. I haven't really heard from her since. For seven years I worry about her. Wondering if shes ok or if I'll ever meet her again. I keep on thinking if she will remember me when we see each other again or not"
"I'm sure she remembers you not unless…"
"Unless what?"
"She has short term memory loss like I do hahaha"
Then she laugh. I cant believe even knowing her situation she still laughed about it.  But me I just stared at her
"Oh sorry my bad. But really, I know she remembers you. Especially when she read some of your poems I'm sure she will remember you"
" I hope she does"
After that we just go on talking. Then I remember how she can get home.  I remember when we were highs school her phone has directions to their home. So she checked it and I walked her home.
"I had a really fun time" she said with a smile
"Me too it was nice talking to you. Also meeting you"
This has been like the seventh first meeting I had with her. But after this I don't know what to do. How can I stay in touch with her. That's why I did something for the first time. 
"Can I borrow your phone for a few minutes?"
"Sure why?"
"Uhm it's a surprise?
Then there I was once again writing for her
Tomorrow
To you everyday
Is a new day
Every night your memories go away
And that's not really ok
That's why I hope I can find a way
For me in your mind to stay
Can you write this day
In your journal so you could remember
The moments we had together
And on your weird days remember
To call me cause here is my number
I'll be waiting even its winter or summer
What lies ahead we may not know
But still I hope you never let go
Of the hope for a better tomorrow

This was all I can write at the moment. A short poem for her. In which I hope she read sometimes. After that. I went on home said my goodbye and hoping to see her again. We can never really predict whats coming. What time will bring. May it be new beginnings or old ones. But that is how life is. Always changing. Every choice we make leads to a different direction. That's why I learn to never expect. But right now I think for once I'll be expecting again for a better tomorrow. Without really knowing what comes next?.....

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