Now I understand that this is a platform for novels and what not. The thing is I’m not to good at Writing novels. So instead of novels I wrote some poetry. Hope you enjoy.

I enjoy poetry very much and I have done a lot of poetic artworks in the past, therefore I feel like it would be magical to share it with everyone. 
I didn't know much about poetry at the start but then when I got lured by the magics of it. I was trapped. It's exactly like story writing but in a rhythmic format. 
You don't know what's ahead of you unless you try.

PS: These are scattered, individual poetry in one book. They're generally really short and take a few minutes to read. They all contain different genres and are all different styles of poetry.

I truly enjoy writing poetry and I have done a lot of poetic artworks in the past - I feel like it would be magical to share it! 
I didn't know much about poetry at the start, but then when I got lured by the magics of it - I was trapped. It's exactly like story writing, but in a rhythmic style. 
I guess it's the notion of - you don't know what's ahead of you unless you try.

PS: These are scattered, individual poetry in one book. They're generally really short and take a few moments to read. They all contain different genres and are all different styles of poetry.

My Poetry journey through the years of writing for 7 years now. Different styles, differnt genres, and different all together. A book of poetry that all will enjoy. With love, inspirational, and so much more!

Poetry
My reason for writing.
My reason for my books.
My reason to keep going.
Poetry & Books combine.
My world of Art.

This is my book dedicated to Poetry that I have written since I was 12 or 13 and now with new poetry to add from my Allpoetry.com page this is my new journey to write Poem's to go passed on to other's to enjoy. You're choice of Erotic(Lesbian Mostly), Heartbreak, Depression, Love, and much more. I am not the best Poet just like I am not the best Writer but I never will give up. I hope you enjoy this book as much as I love writing it.

this is not a story it is just a bunch of poetry I am writing will post as often as I can

I HATE POETRY

Or rather, I hate how we're supposed to do poetry. Like a lab rat, structured and naive. Writing about things we don't even fully understand ourselves. Oh, what hypocrisy. I don't even fully understand why I'm writing this right now, with a movie playing in the background trying to drown my problems with distractions. Such sweet distractions. But that's another story. 

Now, where were we? Ah yes! Poetry.

Well, think about it, how do you see poetry? Nay, what do you see when you hear the word poetry? I'd bet a hundred dollars (No, not really) that the image in your mind goes a lot like this; a structured composition of rhyming words formed in couplets or quatrains or whatever it is you prefer, a few mismatched words found from the deepest parts of the dictionary- thesaurus, whatever. 

It doesn't matter. 

The point is, they're all the same. All those words and rhymes and rhythm are all the same. It may be from different writers, from different experiences, emotions and all that bull-trap, (sorry, I'm trying to minimize my curses) people spin from nowhere just to tell themselves; "Hey, this is unique." or, "Hey, this is different", "This is original.", "This is mine." Well sorry to burst your bubble, but none of it is true.

There is nothing unique in this world, nor is it ever going to be different nor will it ever be yours. 

None of it is yours. 

Let's face it, people write poetry for what? Leisure? Personal use? Ha! That's the lamest excuse I've ever heard, personal use. Whatcha gonna use it on? Some kind of reference? An autobiography? Like anyone is going to care. No one ever cares unless you're already dead or dying or famous. I think I might have accidentally quoted someone on that. 

Point is, there is no point. 

In living. In dying. And on anything in between.

And that's why we write; to be heard, to leave a mark. To try to be someone unique, someone inspiring. Or to be famous, whatever floats your boat. But in the end, what we really want... is to matter. May it be to a whole bunch of strangers applauding and asking for autographs, or to just one person that went out of the noose because of your work. 

Because of you. 

And I think that's enough to hold on. To keep on writing. Till my last breath.

(But I still hate poetry) 

Eyang Ireng Wesi looked at his student who asked, then answered,
"Poetry will help us give tenderness to the hardness of heart. Poetry will enable you to think deeply about the meaning of life. Poetry will also hone your human side and teach that every problem is not always handled in a violent way.
Poetry will also teach you how to fight evil through writing. When we are not able to fight physically, we will fight through poetry and poetry. "Said Eyang Ireng Wesi in an explanation. His students then nodded in agreement.
And suddenly Arya said, "Now friends, it becomes clear, when you are fighting and then you lose, immediately read poetry to our enemies so that our enemies will lose," Arya said immediately to the giggling of his friends.
Eyang Ireng Wesi immediately patted his forehead hard, very annoyed at Arya. He knew Arya was talking nonsense.
"Shut your mouth Arya! You keep joking. When can you be serious?" Said Eyang Ireng Wesi until he wanted to hit Arya's panties with sandals because he was so annoyed.
"I'm sorry Teacher .." said Arya with a tone of regret.
"Come on quickly read a poem straight from your brain!" Said the teacher.
"Alright teacher .. immediately do it," said Arya with enthusiasm.
Arya then stood proudly, his handsome face looked charming to anyone who looked at him. Her hair which was tied up in white ropes was black and long and wavy like the hair of a girl. Eyang Ireng Wesi who raised the young man by himself. He knew exactly how this handsome young man was acting so silly.
Even though he himself is not a very kind-hearted person but he is powerless against the silliness of his adopted son. Besides his natural abilities that were beyond the capabilities of ordinary people. He also seemed to find something strange in the young man.
Since childhood, Arya has been used to talking to ghosts and demons who are coming to the human realm more and more. Eyang Ireng Wesi knows that Arya is not just anyone. Her ability to communicate with demons who should live in different dimensions from humans will make Arya enter and mingle in a stealth life that should indeed live separately from humans.
Arya's abilities must be used against the demons who often interfere with human life. They often come to the human realm to take them to the realm and make humans their servants. Or they sometimes kill humans and eat them like tigers preying on deer.
Eyang Ireng Wesi's hope is that Arya can match his physical abilities with a softer heart and good character. That is why He taught his students how to make poetry to balance their martial arts skills. Fortunately, Arya is indeed a very smart child. He can make poetry as well as mastering the science of martial art.
The other students seemed to be watching Arya who was preparing to write poetry as well as recite it.
Night
Dark, dark, gloom, pitch-black
The darkness of the night does not darken my heart
The gloom of the night does not make my eyes dark
when the darkness of the night penetrates my heart
I only find darkness inside of me


Night
Silent, lonely, lonely, dead
The silence of the wind
The natural silence of the clink
The lonely forces me to get up
I don't want to get buried and die
***
Arya seemed to read aloud his poetry which made his friends gasp. How could he behind his ridiculous attitude be able to make such beautiful poetry? Applause and cries of admiration immediately sounded bustling in the room. And Eyang Ireng Wesi nodded his head in satisfaction.
"Well ... you heard the poem. Now before you write it on palm leaves, can anyone interpret the meaning of the poem?" Said Eyang Ireng Wesi to ask his students. All the students were suddenly mute and pretended to be busy writing palm leaves with small sharp knives. Some were seen rubbing their writing with hazelnut oil.
Arya grinned when he saw his friends who were suddenly busy. And he again wanted to be fun. He immediately moved his hand towards Jaka and without realizing it by Jaka, his right hand suddenly rose.
"Well .. Jaka, you can interpret Arya's poetry .. it's very good" said Eyang Ireng Wesi happily. Jaka just glared with his mouth wide open. How could the hand that was writing suddenly lifted up? All eyes then looked towards him seriously.
Suddenly Jaka wanted to pee because he was so shocked. But seeing his teacher staring intently, he didn't dare to refuse so he stuttered to answer his teacher's question.
"Na... naight..that night .. usually very dark..so dark it makes people want to die .." He said, making his friends laugh.
"SHEAM !! You guys know it's just kidding" Eyang Ireng Wesi was getting angry.
"Finish this task, when it's finished immediately get out of the Padepokan and run around this hermitage as much as 20 rounds," said Eyang Ireng Wesi as he left the room.
Their laughter stopped, including Arya's laughter. This Padepokan is very wide because there are rice fields, ponds, and fields for practice. Running around as much as 20 circles by crossing large trees, rocks and river flow that crosses behind the hermitage makes running around this hermitage is not as easy as turning your palm.
"This is all because of you," Koswara said irritably to Arya. He raised a knife to write the palm leaves towards Arya. Arya was silent this time. He felt guilty to his friends. He then stood up and said,
"Yes, I was wrong, I'm sorry. I will go to the teacher and apologize to him. I will ask for your punishment to be canceled" said Arya as she then sped away leaving the room towards Grandma Ireng Wesi.
He found his teacher standing staring at the lush trees behind the forest at the foot of Mount Salak. Arya approached his teacher slowly. Hearing approaching footsteps without turning his head, the teacher said,
'What do you want? "The teacher said in a flat tone.
"I want to apologize, Teacher," said Arya to his teacher.
"Why should you apologize?" The teacher said.
"I was the one who made Jaka raise his hand" said Arya feeling very sorry.
"I was expecting it. It's good if you're sorry"
"Then Teacher, may I ask that the punishment for my friends be canceled? And let me receive the punishment myself," said Arya making his teacher look away and then said,
"Then run 40 rounds"
"40 times?" Arya gasped
"Then tell your friends to carry out the punishment earlier"
"No ... not teacher. Let me receive the punishment" said Arya as he then sped away and started running around the hermitage.

Eyes of Arya wider when he sees the adorable view in front of him. Beautiful face, green eyes,  brown hair, the yellow skin, glowing, shining, and sparkling in the evening sun.

And which made admired of Arya is the body of that woman. She doesn't have a body like a human being. She doesn't have hand dan legs. It's like a long body. Her face was so cold with an extremely angry look. She was annoyed by Arya when She was taking a bath.

The snake girl suddenly moved her tail and hit Arya's body strongly. Arya dodged and jumped lightly. Instead, he lunged and held the beautiful face and kissed her lips gently and quickly. Then run away and jump to the top of the tree laughing. Not long after, the snake girl roared with anger.
"You devil !!" She shouted.

Su Clan's Sixteen's small feet gently stepped on the ground as she jumped toward the pond of light.
In the next moment, she fell inside the pond.
She was the last person that tried to jump into the pond... at this time, none of the fellow daoists of the Nine Provinces Number One Group present on site believed that she would successfully enter that space on the other side. After all, all the fellow daoists that had tried before her had failed, without exception.
But right at this time, the hidden entrance to that other dimension at the bottom of the pond of light... suddenly opened.
"Eh?" Northern River's Loose Cultivator opened his eyes wide in shock.
Su Clan's Sixteen had actually succeeded?
At this moment, her small feet had already sunk into the space on the other side.
Young Master Phoenix Slayer, Fairy Lychee, and Su Clan's Seven all stood up, and said in unison, "Sixteen succeeded?"
"It was just as I expected," Su Clan's Sixteen muttered to herself.
While they were in the White Cloud City, Song Shuhang had told Su Clan's Sixteen about everything that had happened when he was dragged into that infinite make-up test dimension.
Except for the content related to Senior White Two, which was inevitably censored, Song Shuhang had told her about everything he had experienced in there... and within this content was included the fact that he had failed the test again and again due to the 'cool' writing style of a certain scholarly disciple.
The calligraphy of that scholarly disciple was beautiful and unique, and he had turned certain 'horizontal' strokes into tildes while writing them down on paper. That wasn't all, because strange vertical wavy lines and slanting wavy lines were also present in his text... in short, there were wavy lines everywhere!
For those that didn't recognize the ancient characters, those wavy lines were simply a nightmare. Just what type of calligraphy had that scholarly disciple studied? Some kind of 'twisting' calligraphy?
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Back then, Song Shuhang didn't tell her the name of the scholarly disciple that made him go through all that trouble...
But after seeing all the wavy lines in the ❮Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage❯ and the ❮Disposition-Tempering Prose Poetry of the Sage❯ that the 'Saber Wielding Scholar' had written down from memory, Su Clan's Sixteen realized that there was something wrong.
Then, just as the seniors of the Nine Provinces Number One Group failed one after another to enter the space on the other side of the Still Pond of Wisdom, Sixten was even more sure that her guess was correct.
Thereupon, she started analyzing the content of the ❮Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage❯ and the ❮Disposition-Tempering Prose Poetry of the Sage❯, turning all those strange wavy lines into straight ones.
After that, she firmly recorded in her mind the revised versions of the ❮Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage❯ and the ❮Disposition-Tempering Prose Poetry of the Sage❯.
Finally, as all the seniors of the Nine Provinces Number One Group were done trying, Su Clan's Sixteen stepped forward and tried to enter the space on the other side of the Still Pond of Wisdom... and her guess turned out to be correct. As such, she was able to enter the space on the other side without problems.
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"Sixteen, what's the secret to enter that space?" the petite, feminine-looking version of True Monarch White Crane asked anxiously. Venerable White had already entered the space on the other side of the pond of light while it was blocked outside, still unable to enter!
True Monarch White Crane had gotten very anxious.
Su Clan's Sixteen stretched out her hand, and pointed at the 'Saber Wielding Scholar' Su Wenqu. "To make a long story short... you should ask our scholar friend not to show off his cool calligraphy, and have him write down the ❮Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage❯ and the ❮Disposition-Tempering Prose Poetry of the Sage❯ with standard characters, without turning those horizontal and vertical strokes into wavy lines."
"That's everything there was to say. Good luck, seniors." After she had said this much, Su Clan's Sixteen waved her hand at all those present there.
Her figure was rather petite. Therefore, she quickly sank into the dimension on the other side of the pond of light. She quickly said her piece, and disappeared in the pond.
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As soon as Su Clan's Sixteen had finished speaking, the 'Saber Wielding Scholar' Su Wenqu subconsciously tightened the grip around the brush in his hand... he felt killing intent!
It was a fearsome killing intent, and it was coming from all directions!
He discovered that the various seniors in the surroundings were looking at him with sharp and scary eyes.
The sharp eyes of the seniors reminded Saber Wielding Scholar of that sharp steel saber he used to slash people not too long.
"Little scholarly brother." Fairy Lychee narrowed her eyes and arrived in front of the Saber Wielding Scholar.
Fairy Lychee was as beautiful as always, and her sweet laughter could make one's bones go soft.
But as soon as he heard her laughter, the Saber Wielding Scholar felt a shiver run down his spine, which made him broke out in a cold sweat.
"Can I trouble you to use standard characters to write down the ❮Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage❯ and the ❮Disposition-Tempering Prose Poetry of the Sage❯?" Fairy Lychee's face was dark.
All of them had surrounded the pond of light and started to jump up and down like monkeys... and now, it turned out that the reason they couldn't enter was the 'cool' calligraphy this guy had used to write down the text?
The calligraphy might be cool... but it had really given them a headache!
Unwittingly, Young Master Phoenix Slayer had also arrived next to Su Wenqu. He gently pushed his glasses up, and said indifferently, "Standard characters and no twist and turns... I believe our little scholarly brother should be able to do this much, right?"
Mom, these seniors are really scary! The Saber Wielding Scholar felt a huge pressure at this time.
"Little friend, don't worry. You don't have to fear them." Right at this time, Su Clan's Seven stepped forward, and gently patted the shoulder of the 'Saber Wielding Scholar'. After all, he was the one that had brought him here.
"Senior Seven!" The Saber Wielding Scholar was moved.
"After you are done writing the ❮Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage❯ and the ❮Disposition-Tempering Prose Poetry of the Sage❯ with standard characters, I will make sure to go a little easy on you during the fight on the arena we willhave later," Su Clan's Seven said with a smile.
The Saber Wielding Scholar immediately felt his legs becoming soft.
Is Senior Seven implying that we will continue comparing notes on the arena after this whole matter with 'pond of light' is over, and he still won't show any mercy...?
The Saber Wielding Scholar had stepped on the arena and issued a challenge because he wanted to ask Su Clan's Seven for advice and learn more in regards to saber techniques.
He was much weaker than Su Clan's Seven, and if the latter didn't go easy on him, he would be done for!
Given the predicament he was in, the Saber Wielding Scholar took the brush in hand and started once again to write down the ❮Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage❯ and the ❮Disposition-Tempering Prose Poetry of the Sage❯, this time under great pressure.
"Remember to use standard characters," Northern River's Loose Cultivator reminded. "Using your special calligraphy must have become a habit by now. As such, you will have to continuously pay attention while writing."
"I know, Senior. I will keep it in mind." The Saber Wielding Scholar forced a smile.
Never did he think that he would have such a hard time while writing the ❮Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage❯ and the ❮Disposition-Tempering Prose Poetry of the Sage❯ one day. He had to mobilize all the strength in his body in order to write down the strokes and the lines of each character.
However... his understanding of the ❮Self-Cultivating Prose Poetry of the Sage❯ and the ❮Disposition-Tempering Prose Poetry of the Sage❯ had unexpectedly improved while writing under so much pressure.
Several years had passed since the last time he had written down these two texts so earnestly.
Fortune and misfortune truly went hand in hand.
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Around ten minutes later.
The seniors of the Nine Provinces Number One Group tried once again to challenge the pond of light.
This time, the seniors used all kinds of different postures, and managed to successfully get into the space on the other side of the pond of light.
After seeing the seniors coming in one after another, Su Clan's Sixteen, Song Shuhang, and Venerable White faintly smiled.
"From the looks of it, everyone managed to get in." The corner of Song Shuhang's mouth rose as he was taking delight in other people's misfortune. It wasn't fun when you were the only one to get the short end of the stick; it was better if everyone was in the same situation!
The last time, he was the only one that suffered due to the wavy lines of the Saber Wielding Scholar, but now, the seniors of the Nine Provinces Number One Group also got a taste of it! Song Shuhang felt that everything was balanced now.
No, no. That was improper. Taking delight in other people's misfortune isn't a good thing, I must contain myself!
Song Shuhang forcefully calmed himself down.
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After the various fellow daoists of the Nine Provinces Number One Group and the Saber Wielding Scholar entered the space on the other side of the pond of light, the 'Still Pond of Wisdom' narrated once more the tale of the amazing life of the Scholarly Sage, which shocked and stupefied the various fellow daoists of the group.
The cool image of the Scholarly Sage was smashed to pieces during his short autobiography.
Although it was already the second time that Song Shuhang and the others were hearing the story, they still couldn't get used to it.
After the tale of the life of the Sage concluded, the 'Still Pond of Wisdom' was generous enough to give all the people there a chance to learn a secret technique, as well as an opportunity to listen attentively to the speech of the Sage.
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After the various fellow daoists finished learning the secret techniques they had chosen, the Still Pond of Wisdom gave everyone the opportunity to listen to the speech of the Sage.
Of course, this speech was something similar to a rebroadcast, and its effects were going to be far inferior to the real speech of the Sage.
Still, its effects were still very good and nothing to scoff at.
The Saber Wielding Scholar and True Monarch Eternal Fire, in particular, received a lot of benefits after listening to the speech of the Sage.
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After listening to the speech, the fellow daoists of the Nine Provinces Number One Group were very satisfied, and prepared to leave the place.
"Let's go. We still have to handle the matter related to the Mountain of Myriad Books, putting it back in its original position, and we also have to finish the shooting of the next scenes of the movie." Venerable White put away the table and the tea set, and said. "In a while, I will also prepare the various 'disposable flying swords' we need."
Thereupon, the seniors left one after another that special space.
Song Shuhang stretched himself and said, "Let's go."
But right at this time, the Still Pond of Wisdom suddenly said, "Little friend Song Shuhang, wait a moment. Can you stay here for a little longer?"
True Monarch Eternal Fire, Venerable White, True Monarch Fallout, and the others curiously turned their heads around as they looked at the Still Pond of Wisdom and Song Shuhang.
Song Shuhang was first at a loss, but then thought of something, and said, "Sure. I will stay behind for a little more."
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Everyone left the place, and only Song Shuhang and the Still Pond of Wisdom were left.
Song Shuhang stretched his hand into his pocket and took out the fragment of the magical treasure that the lustrous scholar passed on to him during his last moments.
As expected... the Still Pond of Wisdom must have sensed the presence of this fragment and asked me to stay behind for a little while for this reason. After all, it's the fragment of the life-bound magical treasure of one of the thirteen Tribulation Transcenders disciples of the Sage.
"Did you ask me to stay behind due to this thing I have with me?" Song Shuhang turned his body around and took out the fragment of the magical treasure.
At the same time, the Still Pond of Wisdom opened his mouth, and said, "Can you take out that Fellow Daoist hiding in your clothes? I agreed to give all the fellow daoists here an opportunity to learn a secret technique. Therefore, I have to give her her share as well."
In the next moment...
"..." Song Shuhang.
"..." The Still Pond of Wisdom.


One day, Song Shuhang was suddenly added to a chat group with many seniors that suffered from chuuni disease. The people inside the group would call each other ‘Fellow Daoist’ and had all different kinds of titles: Palace Master, Cave Lord, True Monarch, Immortal Master, etc. Even the pet of the founder of the group that had run away from home was called ‘monster dog’. They would talk all day about pill refining, exploring ancient ruins, or share their experience on techniques.
However, after lurking inside the group for a while, he discovered that not all was what it seemed... 

71. Later, you will meet me prostrating in the third of the night. While the others are sleeping, but I pray. Just asking that I be able to make you happy from the previous days. Until I made God and His angels as the only witnesses of the love I have for you until this moment. Until the angels are willing to say aameen to him. Until God smiled, then blessed him. (1394th poem, 09 May 2017)
72. Cheer up dear, live today with the most beautiful smile you have. Don't worry about the ugly dust, I have removed them. Don't worry about the sharp gravel blocking the road, they have been fixed by me. (1404th poem, May 10 2017)
73. Do you see, God? Her smile was so beautiful, it was full of charm. (1378th Poem, May 08 2017)
74. Now, nothing else is mine that is completely mine. Nothing is more complete than all of mine. Now, mine is yours. My world, my poetry, the sky and even the sky of my heart, has been filled with everything about you. (1398th poem, May 10 2017)
75. And I have embedded my poetry on your body. May you be not only a place for all my poetry to rest on, but a place for me to live and settle down. Hopefully, your harbor is a place for me to always return to. (1424th poem, May 10 2017)
76. I love you through the verse of poetry. Simple, if my poetry stops writing, then at that moment you will know that I have stopped loving you. (1410th poem, May 10 2017)
77. Sometimes when you sing, I ask questions, come back guessing. Who is the lucky boy who managed to penetrate the cavity in your chest? (1382th poem, 09 May 2017)
78. I don't greet you directly, it doesn't mean I don't care about you. All my attention has been devoted to prayer and poetry. Where my little writing is always implied the deepest meaning of affection and sincerity. (1269th poem, 27 April 2017)
79. And if the river of letters that I write always leads to a sea of ​​poetry that has definitely bonded with you, then what should I do to stem it? While you also know that no matter how far the river flows, no matter how fast the river ripples, it still passes away to the crashing waves in the middle of the sea. (1330th Poem, May 04 2017)
80. I write poetry here not only to amaze you, but as a way to make you smile. At the end of the twilight, I have come to help solve your problem. So that when the night picks up and the twinkling of the stars begins to appear, you can fall asleep along with all the beautiful dreams and stories. (The 1134th poem, 16 April 2017)

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.

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