short poems written in form of diary entry, how to deal with life problems.

This is an awful collection of stories of girls across India in form of poems, stories to let you know the love a girl always needs

Hey you!! This is Sucheta here. Hues of Red is my first published book on WebNovel. Its a collection of poems. I hope you  will enjoy the story of a girl falling in love with another girl for the very first time in form of poems. I generally write narrative poems. Please do like and comment. Pardon me if I made any such mistakes, for this is my first published  book.

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Enjoy!!

~ Sucheta D.

"You have bewitched me entirely 
Which no one did before.
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For I have never felt this way for a girl before."

The journey of a girl falling in love with another girl for the very first time.

June 3, 2012 – Sunday 10 am – Okuba, Nabla
""""""Dear Payew, 
Congratulations! On behalf of Rinowra School of Ouigab, I am pleased to announce of your admission into the 12th grade for this coming 2012 – 2013 school year.
The academic achievements you have achieved within your school reflect what we value, respect, and expect from our students. Ambition, compassion, and curious intellect are the foundations of the Rinowra School experience. Be proud to have joined a select group of students. 
For 72 years, students who have entered Rinowra School have left prepared for success in their college education. Rinowra graduates gain a clear advantage among their peers and boast an admission rate of over 90% into the best universities around the world. We believe that the personalized education we provide and are still striving to improve, allows our students to thrive both in the campus and in their future studies.
Payew, we are excited that you have been accepted to join the Rinowra School Class of 2013. Please review the enclosed 'Checklist' for the next steps needed to make our school a part of your future. If you … """""""
I'm accepted. I'm surprised. Even though I'm the top of my grade in my high school, it's a fact that public schools in general are lacking compared to those high schools for the rich. However, I know I deserve it. Even though I'm from a public high school, I've given extra effort to study and read outside the curriculum to be number 1.
I actually don't care about being number 1 in my school; I just followed Tayaw's advice. Before he went off to college, he said 'Don't just study hard for the sake of studying. Make sure that every lesson on the textbook; know how to apply them in real life.' It was hard at first. If it was how I studied before, I would just memorize things and I'm good. But when I started studying and researching on each subjects, my reading basically multiplied. 
Thankfully, knowing how to apply them to practice made the stuff I read go down easier. The amount of information I also process while studying made me realize I've become smarter. I can connect information easier, and my memory improved as well. While I reduced the time of reading, my time applying the knowledge increased.
"That's the admission letter? Congratulations man." Tayaw said when he saw the letter on my hand. He came for a visit again after coming from Italy as an acclaimed movie director. I can't believe a world famous director is still sleeping in a bunk bed in my bedroom. 
"Yeah. It sounded braggy." I said. "Well. They have the right to. That's why I chose it for you." Tayaw said. 
Instead of applying to the Preparatory High School near dad's auto shop like the family talked about, Tayaw instead had me apply at Rinowra in Ouigab. It's not a boarding school, but still one of the best private high schools in the whole Northern Teungeb.
"mm. That's good. It actually won't make a difference what you study. Just study the way you're doing, and you'll be fine." Tayaw said. He's assuring me, but I'm honestly anxious. 
"Hah. Easy for you to say. I heard they're full of snobby kids from rich families." I said. "Hey. That school is different. They only care about grades. Sure, there may be a lot of rich kids there, but if they worked hard in studying, I bet they did not have the time to learn to be snobby." Tayaw said. 
"I'm jealous of you man. You didn't study hard in high school and now, according to dad, you can now retire if you want to and go for vacation for the rest of your life. I wish I'm an author too." I said. Sincerely, but I hid it in a jesting tone. I know though that I'm not an artist like him. Writing songs, writing books, and making a movie, and I don't even know how to do them even if I'm given millions of BGCs to start. I can say for sure because since Tayaw became a famous author, I've tried writing songs and stories in my spare time. 
"Hey. Play to your strengths. You're book smart and you can apply what you learn in real life. Just look at your garden in the backyard. I would not believe you grew that from just the knowledge you read from books. Look at your old game boy, you fixed it yourself after looking it up on the internet. Not everyone can do that." Tayaw said, which consoled me.
"Strength. Is that why mom and dad don't care if Agew don't get high grades? Making good vases is his strength?" I asked. 
"Exactly. And painting stuff too. He's good with his hands.  Now. Do you like learning things?" Tayaw asked. "Yes. It was fun measuring the area of our lot, how much of it is occupied by the house, how much is spare for other stuff. You know that whe-" "Alright. The point is you're having fun doing it. As long as you're having fun doing something productive, it's good." Tayaw said and went back to fiddling with his laptop. 
Why is he always busy? He's already rich and he just finished a movie. "What are you doing?" I asked out of curiosity. "Oh. I've wrote a lot of songs, but I can't possibly perform them all. I'm writing them down to sell. " Tayaw replied. 'Possibly'? "Just how many songs have you written?" I asked. "I don't know. Thousands? I'm sorting out the best ones." He explained as if it's no big deal.
"thousands… Then that's hundreds of albums, huh?" I read on the internet that an album at least have 7 or 8 songs as long as they're 31 minutes or more combined. "No. It's not that simple. Most of them are not good enough." He said. "So aside from writing books you wrote the lyrics too? How did you write lyrics for thousands of songs?" I asked, overwhelmed by the amount of work it will take. "What? Ah. I've misspoke. The songs I'm talking about are just the music. I've not written lyrics for them yet." He said. 
Still, that's a lot of work. "I see. Is that American band the only people you've sold songs to?" "Sold-.. Yes. They're the only ones for now. Hey. How's your English by the way?" Tayaw asked me suddenly. "It's going okay, I guess. I'm listening to recorded radio shows. I'm making some simple poems to practice too." I said. Whenever I do gardening or walk to and from school, I've recently gotten into radio shows. Aside from that, I also listen to Tayaw's English songs. 
"Poems? What type of poems?" Tayaw asked, showing interest, which he usually doesn't. Now I wish I had not told him about the poems. "They're just for practice. They're not anything special." I said. "Why?" "Well, because it's not formal English. I'm just writing casual stuff to remember new words I learned." I said.
"That's good. That's good. Do you write Teungebian poems too?" He asked, thankfully not insisting. "Yeah. I use them to memorize stuff so they don't really form … coherent stories." I explained. It's fun doing them. Since elementary school, long before I studied using Tayaw's 'apply into practice' style, I always wrote poems to memorize stuff easier instead of acronyms that I always forget. "That's good. Let's say you don't have to use formal writing, and you form coherent stories, can you still write poems?" He asked. Can't he just ask if I can write actual poems?
"Yeah. I think so. I don't know if they're good though. Why?" I asked. "Well, can you let me take a look at your poems?" He brought it up again. I know he will insist or bribe. But I feel guilty whenever he bribes using stuff that are much more valuable than the simple things he wants from me. I also know he doesn't like embarrassing people, so I guess I just have to show him. "Alright." 
A minute later, *flip* *flip* *flip* "hmm… mmm.. mmhhhmm.. hmm? Hmm." basing on his expression, at least he doesn't seem to hate it. "You wanna move in my house at Ouigab?" He suddenly asked. "On August?" I asked. "On August. My bed room is large enough for two beds." He explained. So, he has a house too in Ouigab? He can afford it but he never told mom and dad he bought one. 
"Yeah? Why can't just get a spare room then?" I asked. It's a valid question. If he bought a house, then he definitely bought a large one just like the one he bought in New York. "Well. You know the band I played with in my YouTube Channel? They live with me. We make music." He explained. It makes sense now. At least I know now that he's at least not living alone. He's even living 1,2,3 …  6 people! He's living with more people than he did when he was living here. He's not lonely. 
"Alright! I'll go." I'm excited. It's only two months and I can't wait. 
"You're 16 now. Had your driver's license yet?" He asked. "YEAHP. But.. Dad doesn't allow me to drive by myself when I drive here to and from his workshop in Jebung … He gets yell-y too, but I get why." I said. "Hmm? That's a long drive. SO you're driving to his workshop now huh." He said in surprise. It is understandable. 65 kilometers, more than an hour drive on zig zags is tough. "At first, I would always feel spent. But now, I don't feel as tired." I assured, when I saw the worried look on his face. 
"Alright. Be careful. If you can drive safely without even leaving a scratch on dad's van, I may even buy you a car when you get to Ouigab." He said. I'm gob smacked. I don't even know what to say.

A/N : Alt Title - Jack of Entertainment 

Title : Jack of Arts

Synopsis:
Tayaw is a talented musician who never got to fulfill his potential. After losing his purpose in an unfulfilled life full of regrets; he is given the chance to go back in time and do everything over again.Along with a mysterious gift and an unclear mission, Tayaw starts a new life, this time making his mark to the world.
"Tayaw is a once in a hundred years musical artist! I just wish he was born in my generation"
- Buddy Rich, two-time Gramophone Award winner
"I admit he's a good musician, but he's an author first and foremost. He is changing the world of literature for the better."
- Helena Paddington, Outcault Prize for Fiction winner, Sohlman Prize for Literature winner.
"Despite being a musician and an author, he is to me, the greatest blessing to the film industry. This is his era."
- Heo Dong-jun, two-time Academy Award winner for Best Director and three-time nominee.

"I don't like him. Why does he use actors who didn't train and grind on the stage? He says he doesn't like my acting? What the hell does the kid know about acting? I've won awards for f*cks sake!"
- Merrell Street, five-time Academy Award winner for Best Actor, three-time Toby Award winner for Best Actor.




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A ground work for a novel idea in the future.
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English is not my first language so excuse my limited vocabulary and bad grammar. thanks

The next day on the way to work, while walking past the subway's west newsstand, Zhang Ye asked, "Has the Beijing Times newspaper arrived? How much?"

"A dollar." the owner replied mechanically.

Zhang Ye took out some money, "Give me a copy."

The owner took the money and handed a copy over, "Okay, take it."

Zhang Ye, broke as hell, felt bad giving the dollar. But it was unavoidable; money ought to be spent that had to be spent. He held up the paper and flipped through it page by page. When he arrived at the subway and pushed through the crowd at line 10, a sparkle appeared in his eyes. He flipped to the center page, saw his name printed across the page with the headlines especially attention-capturing - "Two Poems Saved a Life"!

Yesterday night, on Beijing Radio Station's Literature Channel program "Talk About the World" special, during the call-in session for the "Matters of the Heart" topic, a female university student attempted suicide on the air over her boyfriend's plans to further his studies in New York. The program host, Wang Xiaomei, attempted to talk her out of it, but failed. In the end, the guest of the show, the Literature Channel's "Late-night Ghost Stories" host, Teacher Zhang Ye, saved her life with two poems!

The dark night gave me black eyes, but I use them to seek the light – A Generation.

The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between opposite sides of the world. It is that you don’t know that I love you, when I stand in front of you...The furthest distance in the world is the love between the bird and fish. One is flying in the sky, the other is looking upon the sea. – "The Furthest Distance in the World", also named "Flying Bird and Fish".

The above are the poems in their original form.

According to sources, the two poems were composed on the spot by Teacher Zhang Ye. Our reporter also contacted Teacher Zhang for an interview late last night. Although it was just a phone call, he was awed by Teacher Zhang Ye's literary talent.

Ah?

Awed by my literary talent?

Zhang Ye blushed a little. He had taken the reporter to be a ham salesman. Literary talent, my ass!

The report continued: We have to mention here a side story. At midnight, the editorial department was rushing the report. After seeing the two works, they were moved. An explanation and review of the two poems were done, but when handed over to the head editor for checks, we were held back from publishing it. After reading the poems, his own words were, "Delete all the reviews and analysis. Do not use the old way of writing the report. ‘Flying Bird and Fish’, a modern poem like this would immediately hit it off with the reader. And the other, ‘A Generation’, the strength in this cannot be explained by words. This is a great modern poem. Whether or not the author is a rookie, the only word to describe this poem is 'Great'. Maybe the author's fame and current era's background are not enough to make this poem well-known throughout the world, but I believe time will prove much. A few years or maybe a few decades, or even a few hundreds years down the road, the future generations will remember this poem and remember a person - Zhang Ye and his ‘A Generation’. Our generation, their next generation and the future generation of the next generation.”

The review was highly positive. Zhang Ye’s heart fluttered.

...

Department.

"Morning." Zhang Ye walked into the office.

Assistant Xiaofang was the first to welcome him, smiling and revealing her small canine teeth, "Teacher Zhang, you came at the right time. We were just talking about the report in the Beijing Times. Have you seen it?"

Zhang Ye smiled. "I've also seen it."

Xiaofang giggled, "People were chatting before about it. You are the first person in our Literature Channel to go in the Beijing Times in the recent years." She was happy for Zhang Ye. "This is, after all, the Beijing Times. Even though it's limited to the capital area, the circulation numbers are in the hundreds of thousands. Most people don't have such a treatment!"

The old host, Teacher Feng, of "Old and Young Story Club" looked over and gave high praises, "Teacher Little Zhang, I heard the rebroadcast last night. I listened to the two poems again and again. Hai, indeed the younger generations will surpass us in time. I'm about to retire soon, so this station will be in the hands of you young people."

Zhang Ye quickly said, "It's not as serious as you make it out to be. My literary standard is still far from accomplished. I came to the station with a learning attitude. Today, it will still be the same. I'm hoping to receive lots of advice from every Teacher."

Tian Bin and Li Si had already came to work.

Zhang Ye also noticed him and saw the rage in Tian Bin's eyes. He was jealous and ignored Zhang Ye, before sitting at his desk. After having Zhang Ye rob the position of main host of "Late-night Ghost Stories" from him, Tian Bin was now a stand-in DJ. He usually did not have any work to do and only stood in when there was a shortage. He had not gone on a program for days, so it wasn't strange that he was mad.

However, Li Si's attitude today was completely different. It was clear he did not want to speak, but for some unknown reason, he suddenly stopped just as he was about to turn around, "...Teacher Zhang, morning."

Zhang Ye looked at him, "Oh, morning."

Li Si nodded with his head and then returned to his seat. It seemed like he had given in and had sized up the situation.

Seeing this, Tian Bin's expression turned worse. His popularity was always average amongst his colleagues. Previously, he would often speak about people behind their backs, so it was not strange that he was abandoned by the masses today.

Later on, the top celebrity of the station, Wang Xiaomei, came in. She did not look towards Zhang Ye and greeted a few old comrades and friends she had good relations with, before surprisingly saying to Zhang Ye, "Teacher Zhang, quite a number of letters from my program's listeners were written to you. I will get an assistant to give it to you in a while." Although her attitude did not seem to change, one had to know that Wang Xiaomei had never privately addressed Zhang Ye as "Teacher Zhang". A change in salutation clearly showed a subtle form of recognition.

Twenty minutes later, Zhang Ye received the letters from the listeners of "Talk About the World". In the generation where the internet was pervasive, this world was similar to Zhang Ye's world. Few people wrote letters, but Zhang Ye remained serious about it. Words written on a piece of paper felt more real and sincere.

"Hello, Teacher Zhang Ye. I heard the program yesterday. I'm also a parent, so I won't say much. I'll just thank you for that child's parents."

There was a total of 37 letters and all the feedback from the listeners was very positive.

Zhang Ye then went through the official e-mail inbox of "Late-night Ghost Stories". He read every mail sent by the listeners and then read the comments left on Beijing Radio Station's website. Suddenly, he saw a link and upon clicking it, he realized his "The Furthest Distance in the World" had been posted on a large discussion forum!

There had been 750,000 views!

There were more than 3,000 replies!

"This poem is too touching!"

"Why are there so many views? Isn't this the early stages of going viral!?"

"It has gone viral online, too? When I saw this poem in the Beijing Times in the morning, I was impressed. However, I prefer ‘A Generation’ more."

"I'm a moderator for the literature section on a website and an outright literature lover. I have always liked modern poems and I especially like writing them. I have always thought that I write very well and have left many modern poems in the literature section. However, after seeing Teacher Zhang Ye's two poems, I now know what it means to be the frog in the well. This is a real modern poem and what I wrote wasn't!"

There were praises and there were, of course, doubts.

"What rotten poem is this? It's just so-so."

"Right, it's too lame. One moment the furthest distance is this, then the next moment the furthest distance is that. There is no precision!"

No matter how well anything was done, it could not satisfy everyone. Zhang Ye knew this, so when he logged on, he wore an anti-troll fire vest before leaving a message. He did not have any strengths; only his attitude was good and tended to be more peaceful and calm. Seeing all the cursing, he only smiled and had the bearing of a literature writer and great poet. 

He answered in style, "...I f**k your second granny's lungs! Just so-so? Do you even f**king know literature? Eh? You dare think lightly of this divine work that can last the ages!? You all are a piece of s**t! A stinking piece of ****!"

People immediately felt the rush, "Eh, why are you cursing?"

Another netizen chimed in, "#3256 is right. All of you don't understand art!"

Another netizen said, "How can there be criticisms for a poem this classic? I really don't understand the aesthetic values of others!"

"Right, this is a poem that has saved a life. Still so-so? Then write a poem to save a life for me to see!"

Under Zhang Ye's lead, those people who had left their negative opinions were drowned by their spit and no longer posted. Seeing the warm enthusiasm, Zhang Ye logged off without his face red or heart throbbing excitedly. He did not feel that he was wretched. This was the attitude a literature writer had!

Lao Tze said this before: take actions when the right time comes!


Zhang Ye was originally a mundane college graduate with aspiring dreams to become a star, but unfortunately has below average looks and height. However one day, he woke up and suddenly found himself in a parallel world! 
It’s like the same world, but wait a minute…many brands, celebrities and even famous works from his world changed and are gone in this new world! Armed with the profound literary knowledge of his previous world and a heaven-defying Game Ring that gives him magical items, stats and skills, Zhang Ye embarks on a journey to pursue his life-long dream of becoming famous!
Follow Zhang Ye as he takes the new world by storm, one plagiarized piece at a time, to hilarious reactions!

After the Norman conquest of England in 1066, the written form of the Anglo-Saxon language became less common. Under the influence of the new aristocracy, French became the standard language of courts, parliament, and polite society. As the invaders integrated, their language and literature mingled with that of the natives, and the Norman dialects of the ruling classes became Anglo-Norman. From then until the 12th century, Anglo-Saxon underwent a gradual transition into Middle English. Political power was no longer in English hands, so that the West Saxon literary language had no more influence than any other dialect and Middle English literature was written in the many dialects that corresponded to the region, history, culture, and background of individual writers.[19]

In this period religious literature continued to enjoy popularity and Hagiographies were written, adapted and translated: for example, The Life of Saint Audrey, Eadmer's (c. 1060 – c. 1126).[20] At the end of the 12th century, Layamon in Brut adapted the Norman-French of Wace to produce the first English-language work to present the legends of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table.[21] It was also the first historiography written in English since the Anglo-Saxon Chronicle.


Middle English Bible translations, notably Wycliffe's Bible, helped to establish English as a literary language. Wycliffe's Bible is the name now given to a group of Bible translations into Middle English that were made under the direction of, or at the instigation of, John Wycliffe. They appeared between about 1382 and 1395.[22] These Bible translations were the chief inspiration and cause of the Lollard movement, a pre-Reformation movement that rejected many of the teachings of the Roman Catholic Church.

Another literary genre, that of Romances, appears in English from the 13th century, with King Horn and Havelock the Dane, based on Anglo-Norman originals such as the Romance of Horn (ca. 1170),[23] but it was in the 14th century that major writers in English first appeared. These were William Langland, Geoffrey Chaucer and the so-called Pearl Poet, whose most famous work is Sir Gawain and the Green Knight.[24]

Langland's Piers Plowman (written ca. 1360–87) or Visio Willelmi de Petro Plowman (William's Vision of Piers Plowman) is a Middle English allegoricalnarrative poem, written in unrhymed alliterative verse.[25]

Sir Gawain and the Green Knight is a late 14th-century Middle English alliterative romance. It is one of the better-known Arthurian stories of an established type known as the "beheading game". Developing from Welsh, Irish and English tradition, Sir Gawain highlights the importance of honour and chivalry. Preserved in the same manuscript with Sir Gawayne were three other poems, now generally accepted as the work of the same author, including an intricate elegiac poem, Pearl.[26] The English dialect of these poems from the Midlands is markedly different from that of the London-based Chaucer and, though influenced by French in the scenes at court in Sir Gawain, there are in the poems also many dialect words, often of Scandinavian origin, that belonged to northwest England.[26]


Middle English lasted until the 1470s, when the Chancery Standard, a London-based form of English, became widespread and the printing press started to standardise the language. Chaucer is best known today for The Canterbury Tales. This is a collection of stories written in Middle English (mostly in verse although some are in prose), that are presented as part of a story-telling contest by a group of pilgrims as they travel together from Southwark to the shrine of St Thomas Becket at Canterbury Cathedral. Chaucer is a significant figure in the development of the legitimacy of the vernacular, Middle English, at a time when the dominant literary languages in England were still French and Latin.

At this time, literature in England was being written in various languages, including Latin, Norman-French, and English: the multilingual nature of the audience for literature in the 14th century is illustrated by the example of John Gower (c. 1330 – October 1408). A contemporary of William Langland and a personal friend of Chaucer, Gower is remembered primarily for three major works: the Mirroir de l'Omme, Vox Clamantis, and Confessio Amantis, three long poems written in Anglo-Norman, Latin and Middle English respectively, which are united by common moral and political themes.[27]

Significant religious works were also created in the 14th century, including those of Julian of Norwich (ca. 1342 – ca. 1416) and Richard Rolle. Julian's Revelations of Divine Love (about 1393) is believed to be the first published book written by a woman in the English language.[28]

A major work from the 15th century is Le Morte d'Arthur by Sir Thomas Malory, which was printed by Caxton in 1485.[29]This is a compilation of some French and English Arthurian romances, and was among the earliest books printed in England. It was popular and influential in the later revival of interest in the Arthurian legends.[30]

Medieval theatre

In the Middle Ages, drama in the vernacular languages of Europe may have emerged from enactments of the liturgy. Mystery plays were presented in the porches of cathedrals or by strolling players on feast days. Miracle and mystery plays, along with morality plays(or "interludes"), later evolved into more elaborate forms of drama, such as was seen on the Elizabethan stages. Another form of medieval theatre was the mummers' plays, a form of early street theatre associated with the Morris dance, concentrating on themes such as Saint George and the Dragon and Robin Hood. These were folk tales re-telling old stories, and the actors travelled from town to town performing these for their audiences in return for money and hospitality.[31]

Mystery plays and miracle plays are among the earliest formally developed plays in medieval Europe. Medieval mystery plays focused on the representation of Bible stories in churches as tableaux with accompanying antiphonal song. They developed from the 10th to the 16th century, reaching the height of their popularity in the 15th century before being rendered obsolete by the rise of professional theatre.[32]


19th century engraving of a performance from the Chester mystery play cycle.

There are four complete or nearly complete extant English biblical collections of plays from the late medieval period. The most complete is the York cycle of 48 pageants. They were performed in the city of York, from the middle of the 14th century until 1569.[33] Besides the Middle English drama, there are three surviving plays in Cornish known as the Ordinalia.[34]

Having grown out of the religiously based mystery plays of the Middle Ages, the morality play is a genre of medieval and early Tudor theatrical entertainment, which represented a shift towards a more secular base for European theatre.[35] Morality plays are a type of allegory in which the protagonist is met by personifications of various moralattributes who try to prompt him to choose a godly life over one of evil. The plays were most popular in Europe during the 15th and 16th centuries.[36]

The Somonyng of Everyman (The Summoning of Everyman) (c. 1509 – 1519), usually referred to simply as Everyman, is a late 15th-century English morality play. Like John Bunyan's allegory Pilgrim's Progress (1678), Everyman examines the question of Christian salvation through the use of allegorical characters.[

this is made for the purpose of getting the authors badge  at any rate I'll just compile world literature

This is my book.
All poems here are mine.
Constructive criticism is always welcome.
Use of abusive language is completely intolerable.
All poems may not be based on real incidents.
Don't criticise my book wrongly.
If you are reading this, I love you. If you are thinking of some sarcastic comeback, keep it to yourself, thank you very much.
Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit. 
(I really don't care if you think otherwise.)
I am not a professional poet. No, I am not. I am prone to mistakes and sometimes, clumsy with words.
You have been warned.
Don't whine later.
If you have chosen this book, I thank you in advance! You are the best!
Love,

abhilasha.

It's hard to express what I feel, until I have a pen in my hand.
In which she tries to speak, will you Listen?
A collection of poems from my chaotic mind.

In the face of adversity, my first instinct is usually to think logically by identifying and solving each problem that comes my way in a carefully orchestrated manner or a step-by-step process. This process, however, does not involve any kind of emotion which is quite unlike how most people go through it. But that doesn't mean I don't feel anything at all.
In fact, my internal turmoil usually hits me real hard, albeit in a delayed way. So as a means of coping with all of my emotional highs and lows, I write poems instead.
Like a well-oiled machine, I process these positive and negative thoughts by turning them into words, immortalizing these pent up emotions into an art form, while effectively channeling them out of my body, mind and soul.
I hope these poems will somehow inspire and help you get through similar difficulties. Just like how they helped me maintain my mental well-being and kept my sanity intact.
Here's a toast to life! Cheers to us living and surviving in this cruel world, us who are resiliently navigating through so much chaos! Let us all keep moving forward, with our heads held high, bravely facing the unknown!

Poems by Alden Myro is exclusively available on Patreon - (patreon.com/aldenmyro) and SubscribeStar - (subscribestar.com/aldenmyro).

Needless to say, because of that group's participation, the entire poem platform turned into their dominion; writing poems and stroking each other's ego.
On Weibo, the flame war started long ago.
[WTF is this? Good poem? Good my *ss!]
[Very wet[1], definitely wet. It's so wet that I can't bear to look at it.]
[Even professional circle jerks should have a limit. This is jerking it to the milky way!]
[They dared to criticize Y's poem before this. Now that you compare them, Y is like a scholar!]
[Previous poster, you're wrong to say that. Y is a scholar to start with!]
[I can't take it anymore. Someone please get Y out of hiding and compose a few poems so I can wash my eyes. Our Chinese literature is being sullied by these idiots.]
…
Voices of complaints went on. It was no wonder they would bring it to Ye Lingchen's Weibo account.
However, the more dissents there were on the internet, the more it fueled that group's excitement. They had never been so famous. Now that they had the attention of so many people, it was impossible to not feel excited.
They were spreading Chinese culture. They were bringing Chinese poems into the sights of the public!
They instantly felt sacred, as though their shoulders were loaded with heavy responsibilities.
Right then, the WA's Vice-Chairman Huang Lihua, who dissed Celestial Bane online, put forward his opinion once again.
Reading through the criticisms on the internet, his heart already felt annoyed. When he saw so many people bringing up Y's name and claiming that his group's poem was nothing compared to Y, his patience ran out.
What did his association stand for? Bathed in decades of traditional literature, they were the heirs of Chinese literature. How could they be surpassed by a web novel writer?
He could not help but make a post on Weibo:
[Lately, Weibo is becoming lively with people writing poems. Everyone's voices are loud. This represents the rise of Chinese traditional literature, and the phenomenon is inseparable from the hard works of traditional literary scholars. It is a form of recognition for us; one that I'm comforted by! However, I still hear the other voices. On this, I must speak up and say my piece.]
[First, I admit that within our WA, some poems fall short of the standards. However, everyone had to start off as a beginner. For them to present their works to everyone, that takes courage! Secondly, there are plenty of good compositions within our works. For example, Moon, So Bright! by XX WA President; Wind, So Comforting! by XX WA Vice President; Snow, So White! by XX WA[2] Chairman. These compositions are considered classics! Compared to Y's poems, they are much better!] 
He quickly wrote an entire paragraph. With a smug smile on his face, he uploaded it to Weibo.
As expected, once it was uploaded, the views skyrocketed.
[F*ck! So shameless! What does the rise of traditional literature have to do with them?]
[Please check the facts. It's because of Y's poem that triggered this event alright?]
[F*ck! I can't take it anymore. This bugger is feeding us bullsh*t. Please get Y to save me…]
…
Meanwhile, a few other major WA members started to reply to the post.
[Thank you, Chairman Huang. Your poem, Flower, So Beautiful! is the true classic.]
[Chairman Huang's words resonate deeply with me. That's the truth!]
[Chairman Huang's summary is very accurate. However, I need to add on a little bit.] Right then, another vice-chairman of the WA came forward and interjected, [Many people are still tagging Y, asking for him to compose a poem. Seeing that, I feel that it's laughable. These people don't understand poems at all!]
[When it comes to writing poems, apart from talent, one would also require inspiration. As the saying goes, the abundance of the heart leads to the spring of ideas. Our poems were all born through trials, tribulations, along with the right environment for its conception. These people tagged Y to call him out, but did he show himself? Not at all! Are they expecting him to create a poem on the fly? Based on his talents, I'm sorry, that's impossible!]
[Chairman Shi is right, it makes sense!]
[Hahaha, that's right. You see lately Y hasn't been showing himself. You want him to compose a poem? Wait on!]
[Straight to the point, as expected of the chairman. Since when was writing a poem easy? If he can compose one, I'll eat three pounds of poop!]
Members of the WA continued to sing their praises.
[I can't take it anymore, I need to escape. These people are too much.]
[At least I feel that Y's poems are a hundred times better than theirs. Shameless bunch!]
[Even a scumbag is not as scummy as them. They're the best... at losing themselves in their boast.]
However, quite a number of people were shaken. After all, the WA was the authority in such issues, making it easier for them to be convincing.
[Guys, let's not argue. The WA has their point too. How can he just compose a poem on the fly?]
[I think these chairmans' poems are quite good. They read well.]
[Most of Y's die-hard fans can't recognize reality and live in their own dream world.]
[Hehe, a lot of people refuse to believe it. Why don't you get Y to show himself? I don't need him to compose a poem on the fly. If he can compose a poem that everyone likes within three days, I'll submit to him!] Chairman Shi grew more prideful as he typed. [I'll bet that he won't dare to show himself!]
At first, Ye Lingchen was only there to watch the drama and did not consider taking part. However, the flames of war had mysteriously latched onto him.
Ye Lingchen's heart was unaffected by the provocations, but rather, it brought him a slight twinge of excitement.
These people were delivering popularity right to his doorsteps!
It was originally a trivial matter, but they managed to blow it to the point of being the top search result. That was a major assistance for him.
'F*ck! What wonderful people!'
'I don't dare to show myself? Why won't I, the prodigy, show myself?'
'Since you're forcing me to compose a poem, then I'll have to take you up on it.'
Without hesitation, Ye Lingchen announced on Weibo. [Is composing a poem on the fly that difficult?]
In just a simple sentence, but it sent Weibo into a frenzy in an instant.
[F*ck! Novel Y replied immediately?]
[OMG, OMG! It's going to be another bloodbath!]
[You see that tone. Y is going to compose a poem on the spot?]
[Y, you're too impulsive. The opposing party is obviously trying to agitate you and have you embarrass yourself.]
[Y, let's ignore them. Why should you compose a poem on the fly for them? We need time too!]
At the same time, Capital University's Professor Wan Yun was also following this incident. After seeing Novel Y making a statement, he unwittingly frowned his brows. That was just too impulsive! Composing a poem on the spot was no different from the seven-step verse[3]. Even the legends of ancient times were awed by such a feat. How was it possible for those in the modern age?
Ye Lingchen ignored the excited crowd, but instead closed his eyes and went into deep thoughts for a moment before typing on his computer.
[The first poem, on wind.]
[Lyrics to the Melody of Green Jadeite Bowl-New Year's Night
Easterlies of the night call to bloom blossoms of a thousand trees,
As if blowing adrift stars that drizzle like rain.
Precious horses and lavish carriages go by leaving a scented trail.
Phoenix flutes music perform as the timekeeper witnesses the turning of hours,
Throughout the night lanterns in the shape of fish and dragons dance and gyrate.
Golden are the willowy tassels of her butterfly hairpin,
Among giggles and chatters, her scent is fading away.
In the crowd, I look for her presence everywhere time and again,
Suddenly I turn around, and I see her there,
Where lights are dim and faint[4].]
...
[1] 好湿 (Hao Shi / very wet) and 好诗 (Hao Shi / good poem) sound the same.
[2] XX WA- In raw, the author did not put XX City or XX District, so we just went with XX. WA over here is the acronym for Writer's Association.
[3] The Seven-step verse tells the story of a genius scholar in classical literature who was issued an ultimatum: Compose a poem within 7 steps or be executed. The scholar managed to recite a poem consisting of four verses with five chinese characters in each line.
[4] The translation of this poem is sourced from https://28utscprojects.wordpress.com/2011/10/01/s202/


Ye Lingchen was a regular high schooler who struggled with exams and expectations from his parents.
All that changed after he woke up from a strange dream and discovered that he had been granted the 'Prodigy System'. His life changed from this point on. Reading a book allowed him to learn its content immediately. Listening to lectures granted instant understanding of the lesson. Observation of a technique imprinted knowledge of the technique used.
Learning had never been so easy, and as the saying goes, knowledge is power. In this case, he now had access to a ton of unbridled power. 
What does it feel like to become a 'prodigy' overnight? Follow Ye Lingchen on this journey to discover the limitless possibilities...

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