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.

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**


(My Given Name is David Landa)
On the 13th of each month, I will post a poem. 
Every time someone's poem is accepted to be posted I will push that up by one day. (1st-28th... 29th-31st are free days that don't count)
Every time I reach a milestone listed below I will post a bonus poem.;,;.
To get your poem added email it to DeJeL@myself.com

I will accept poems that are non-offensive (based on what I see as offensive or non-offensive).
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Anyone may ask when their poem will be released via Joining my discord and get an estimate (depending on if your novel is released as a bonus poem or not will change when it is released... I release poems set aside as bonus first, then those that have most recently been added to the list as bonus... whereas, for my normal updates, it is from those who have been on the list the longest to the newest added).
[estimate for next poem not written by me: a poem written by Bronzeapollo, to be released May 13th, 2020.]

To chat with DeJeL
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I decided to post some poems I've written and also will post most poems given by anyone, to find out how, read "Anthology Expectations"
Please have fun reading these poems.;,;.
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"What would you like to be? A toad, serpent, bench, signet, papyrus, pot of Cauldron? Say."

What kinda crazy list was she making? How crazy she was. She couldn't even make any soothing and pleasurable form. He would take those as a message from a cherub in hell.

"A necklace!"

"So be it."

She touch his erection (the closest thing to her) and he turned immediately into a necklace. A necklace with a green blob.

She wore it around her neck and slid it into the path between the two enormous boobs.

That was all Vulcan had ever wanted. That moment should never pass away...

* * *

Vulcan was a horror poet when he was alive. On the day when Myclops, the village priest was to dedicate the cave to Medusa, Vulcan got drunk. And in his subconsciousness, he was caught up into his fantasy. There he was met by Poseidon, the god of the sea, before a sea of glass. He was welcomed into his fantasy. There he was to act all the things he had written in his poems.
Hello, I am a new author. I hope for your support, information. I am an Arab. I hope for your support

It aint as easy as whichever way you are looking at it. Remember he was a horror poet. Enjoy his fantasy with him. How he met Medusa, several nymphs and fairies and discovered the secret of the wierd priest.

He would fight Poseidon, Leviathan and maybe God too, because he wrote all those in his poems.

* * *

DISCLAIMER

TO ALL THE READERS. ESPECIALLY TO THOSE WHO THINK THEY KNOW ALL. {APOLOGY IF THAT WAS RUDE}

FROM CHAPTER 2 - 50 PERHAPS, THE USE OF WORDS IS QUITE REMOTE AND COULD BE A LITTLE BIT ANNOYING SINCE THE WRITER MADE AN EXCESSIVE USAGE OF "THE THIRD PERSON OMNISCIENT NARRATIVE TECHNIQUE". THAT IS, THE WRITER EXCESSIVELY PLAYED ON THE THOUGHTS OF THE CHARACTERS BY REPEATING AND REPEATING AND REPEATING WHICH COULD PRETTILY BE ANNOYING.

THEREFORE, TO SAVE YOURSELF OF THE STRESS, YOU CAN SIMPLY START READING THE BOOK FROM CHAPTER 60 OR SO. DO NOT BE BOTHERED. YOU WON'T MISS OUT ON MUCH. IT'S A BOOK OF STAGES OF FANTASY. PLUS THE BOOK WILL EXTEND TO 1K CHAPTERS.

SO, NO READER SHOULD GO TO THE REVIEW SECTION AND START COMPLAINING ABOUT REPETITION OF THOUGHTS OF THE CHARACTERS BECAUSE IT HAS BEEN DISCUSSED HERE. DO NOT DIMINISH THE REPUTATION OF THIS BOOK. READING IS BY CHOICE.

PLUS, THE WRITER MIGHT FIND TIME TO EDIT THE MENTIONED CHAPTERS AND HELP THE READERS TO UNDERSTAND WHAT HE WAS TRYING TO DO WITH THE EXCESSIVE PLAY ON WORDS.

WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF AN ANCESTOR.

TO BE FOREWARNED IS TO BE FOREARMED.

THANKS FOR STOPPING BY.

After releasing him.

Superintendent Song went to a corner of the yard at the police station. He took out his mobile phone and made a call to Wang Shuixin.

"Hello, Old Song." Wang Shuixin was still awake.

Superintendent Song said harshly, "Old Wang, Zhang Ye has already been released. I am just calling to inform you."

Wang Shuixin was stunned, "What? Released? Why was he released? He beat up my son so badly, yet your station still doesn't....."

Superintendent Song said angrily, "You still dare to mention that? Because of helping you, I nearly lost my job. The branch Leaders already reprimanded me several times, and even the Commission for Discipline Inspection nearly wanted to investigate us! The orders from above are already out! If I don't release him, what can I do? Tell me, what should I do? Besides, this problem was caused by your son, so don't make excuses for him! You should be prepared. When your son is discharged, we will summon him for sure. He might be detained and might be fined! Old Wang, I have already done all that I can. Whether you will listen to me or not, these are my words. The pressure from Zhang Ye's two poems are too great, and no one else would have been able to protect your son! It had to be done!"

Wang Shuixin said. "Old Song, we have known each other for so long. You...."

Superintendent Song said, "It's precisely because we've known each other so long that I'm telling you this. Oh, and if there's anything related to Zhang Ye in the future, don't look for me. This man, I'm really afraid of him!"

......

Caishikou.

Zhang Ye's parents' home district.

Every family was preparing to sleep, and the district was quiet. Zhang Ye was sent back here by the old policeman. After getting off, he went straight up the stairs.

Dong, dong, dong.

Zhang Ye called from outside the door, "Dad, Mom."

The door opened swiftly, and his mother came out anxious and worried, "Aiyo! Our son is back!"

"Yes, I'm back. You aren't asleep yet?" Zhang Ye came inside and changed his shoes.

"How could we sleep? Your dad and I went to the station earlier to look for you, but those policemen did not let us in. I gave them a good scolding at the door!" his mother huffed.

His father walked out from the hall, "Are you injured?"

"No, they were quite kind to me." Zhang Ye said.

His mother stared at him, "Then what about the poem you wrote? Bayonet, beatings, you nearly scared your dad and me to death! They really did not hit you?"

Zhang Ye laughed, "Then they would have to dare to do it. Hur hur. It wasn't that serious; I was just inspired to write a poem, that’s all. Oh, yes. Mom, I'm hungry."

"Wait a while. Let me heat up the food for you." His mother went into the kitchen.

His father stopped her, "Let me do it. Give the relatives a call and inform them about the news."

His mother suddenly remembered, "Oh, yes. I nearly forgot. They are still worried." So she went to the telephone by the sofa and made some calls, "Hello. Little Dan? I want to tell you that your brother's home already. He's alright.... Yes, tell your dad and mom not to worry.... Okay....."

Seeing that, Zhang Ye also made a few calls. His friends and colleagues were definitely worried about him. They probably tried to help, too, so he should inform them of his release.

Du, du, du, click.

"Hello." It was a child's deep-sounding voice.

"Chenchen?" Zhang Ye blinked, "Why are you the one answering? Where's your aunt?"

Chenchen answer with the tone of a grown up, "Oh, it's Zhang Ye. My aunt went out for a run."

Running at this late time? But knowing that Rao Aimin was a martial arts practitioner, he was not worried. "I'm fine already. I'm at my parents place now. Please tell your aunt not to worry."

Chenchen replied, "My aunt was always very assured with matters regarding you. She said that good people die young, while the scourges would live a thousand years, so you would definitely be fine."

Zhang Ye, "……&##@)#! !"

This landlord! This bro had already been arrested and brought to the police station! Yet, your mouth continued to be this venomous!

Following that, Zhang Ye called a few other colleagues.

"Hello, Xiao Lu. It's me...."

"Hello, Brother Hu. I'm out....."

"Hou Ge, is your brother with you? I am already home. Thank you for the concern."

The rice was heated up. They were dishes probably left over from his parents' lunch or dinner. The frugal Zhang Ye was not a picky eater. He just gobbled everything up.

"We will be sleeping first," his father said.

"Eat by yourself. But there's no need to wash the dishes. I will wash them tomorrow." His mother also went into the room.

The two of them had been worrying all day, making calls and going down to the station. They were probably very tired from all of this and still had to work in the morning, so they went to bed quickly.

After Zhang Ye finished his meal, he still washed the dishes before returning to his own room. He switched on his old PC and went online to chat with his fans. He knew that the reason that he could be released with so little trouble was all due to the fans' help. It was them who gave pressure to the authorities. It was them who helped to make it a big issue to put attention to the case, so Zhang Ye naturally had a responsibility to let them know.

"I am Zhang Ye. I'm currently back at home. Thank you for everyone's concern and support. Sorry for troubling you. I'm very good. The police station has already investigated the matter properly. I have reason to believe and choose to believe that our law enforcement system would not malign a good person, nor would it let a bad person off!" This line was known by all in Zhang Ye's world, but this line had apparently not appeared in this world. Zhang Ye did not think much about it and used it. The main reason was to tone things down on the police station's side. Since he was already fine, if the fans carried on having a field day with them, it might create a counter-effect, causing discord in society. This was something that Zhang Ye did not wish to see happen.

"Haha! It's Zhang Ye!"

"Teacher Zhang Ye has been released!"

"That's great! They have finally released him!"

"Now I'm feeling at ease. I can finally sleep well. Goodnight, Teacher Zhang."

"We won! Cheers, brothers! This is our victory of the Zhang Ye fan club! It's the result of everyone's hard work! Thank you to our brothers from SS Tieba! Thank you to Heavenly Queen Zhang's Universal Army! If not for you, Teacher Zhang would definitely not have been released today! The waterdrop-like bit of gratitude will be repaid in the form of a fountain!"

Zhang Ye's fans began celebrating!

However, when Zhang Ye saw this, he was surprised. Eh? SS Tieba? What was that? Heavenly Queen Zhang's fans? Why did her fans join in on the matter? The dark room did not have any internet, so all he could do was spread the matter out. He had only written two poems, but he had no idea about the actual situation. Hence, Zhang Ye quickly minimized the Weibo page and went to his fan club headquarters to ask about the details.

Someone answered, "It was all thanks to SS Tieba's members. They felt that injustice was done, and seeing that our numbers were lacking in strength, they took the initiative to help us. Their people nearly flooded the entire Tieba with your 'Prisoner's Song' and 'My Confession'. They had such a strong sense of justice! There was also Heavenly Queen Zhang. She seldom uses Weibo, but at night, she Liked two of your poems. Later on, some of Heavenly Queen Zhang's fan club army came, too!"

After their explanations, Zhang Ye immediately understood. He was immediately touched and felt his heart feel warmth. Without saying anything else, he immediately went to SS Tieba and posted a message, "Thanks. Many are the years to come." He did not say much; the words were simple. However, the meaning behind it was intense. This was Zhang Ye's promise. He would definitely pay them back in the future.

"You're welcome."

"We naturally needed to do something after seeing injustice happen!"

"The good will be rewarded. Teacher Zhang, you don't have to thank us!"

SS Tieba's members replied. After that, Zhang Ye's fan club's junior moderator and SS Tieba's moderator had some exchange. Both Tieba pages exchanged links, becoming friendship Tieba pages.

After all this, Zhang Ye left the matter with Zhang Yuanqi aside first. He then checked on the internet to see what had happened after he had entered the dark room. Then he saw Elder Qian's message, as well as support from Wang Xiaomei, Zhang Yuanqi, Big Sis Zhou, Tian Bin and his other old colleagues. He was extremely touched.

He did not have Elder Qian's number, so he left a private message on Weibo.

As for Zhao Guozhou, Tian Bin and company, Zhang Ye gave them each and every one a call to tell them that he was fine and thanked them.

After all this, Zhang Ye's fan club Tieba numbers had increased greatly once again. There were a few thousand more members. And when he checked the score on the Celebrity Rankings that considered the popularity of celebrities, he realized that he had entered the first few names amongst the E-list celebrities. He was getting closer to being a D-list celebrity.

In just a night's time, Zhang Ye's popularity had increased by so much!

If one pursued the root of the matter, it was because the two poems, "My Confession" and "Prisoner's Song", had been written too ruthlessly! They had been written too well! The unyielding and tenacious attitude and lack of fear towards life and death had touched too many people! Zhang Ye even saw that many literary authors had left messages on the two poems. Everyone's evaluations of them were positive. Although this work was a bit exaggerated in his artistic embellishments based on the environment, there were no doubts regarding the literary value and spirit inside the works! The moment these two poems were released, everyone had another deeper understanding of Zhang Ye's artistic standard!

After dealing with this, he had dealt with the things that he needed to do.

Only then did Zhang Ye switch off his computer to wash up. Then, he laid on the bed thinking. It was best not to give the Heavenly Queen a call. After all, she was a big shot, and she might be asleep at this time. With that, Zhang Ye sent a short message to Zhang Yuanqi's cell phone. First, he informed her that he was fine and then thanked her, "Thank you. Your fans have given me a great deal of help this time. If there's any matter in the future, just say it."

No reply.

Nothing happened, despite waiting a long while.

Zhang Ye helplessly shrugged his shoulders and put the cell phone down before crawling into bed.

About thirty minutes later, when it was nearly 11:30 P.M., Zhang Ye's phone suddenly sounded. Heavenly Queen Zhang had replied with a short message.

It wrote: "I really have something I need you for. Tomorrow, come over and give me a hand. In a while, I'll let my manager contact you. That's all."

Zhang Ye replied, "Alright, but what is it? At least tell me first."

The Heavenly Queen no longer responded. It made Zhang Ye at a loss of whether to laugh or to cry. Can your personality be any worse? Will replying kill you?


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!

Another trip, that Tyberious took;
From an order from the king.

He was asked to investigate the graveyard in a place known as "YordAge"

When he was having a look for anything out of the normal, he noticed a grave that had been dug.

Grave robbers from the looks of it.


A book was found in the coffin.



"David Waterson's Poems" 

One of the pages inside read:



Sizzling scent of fresh flesh, burning in mould created from the fire.

Popping in bubbles, and cisterns full of boiling blood.

This feeling... is amazing

The lust of pain, list, of which, to gain.
Pleasure.
Disgust and discussing 
Wether or not to leave the flame on.

My spirit burns...



This man was broken.

And Tyberious said his prayers towards the destroyed man.

A battle within the heavens take place. Urge of violence and war forced the royal council into war. 

A group named the FyLores were ordered to protect the children.

A civil war condemning the freedom of everyone.
A place once found in harmony...
Now a place of torment.

The King was absent during this outrage. 
The panic was catastrophic...

Where is our King?

Afraid of a prophecy that was revealed to him. Showing even more chaos than would take place. 

Let us delve into a world. 
A world named...
"DusGoria"

Edward is a romantic man. His face is very handsome. His hair is brown with green eyes. Many girls fall in love with him. He is also good at singing in a very melodious voice.. Edward has a sweet voice and he has a band. Unfortunately his father, who was a government official, did not allow him to study music majors because he considered music art could not be used as a way of life. When Edward chose to major in literature with his father was forced to allow. According to his father majoring in literature is better than majoring in music.

Edward had long loved Alena, starting with their meeting at Cafe Betrix. Edward reprimands Alena who is sitting alone enjoying coffee. Alena, who was thinking about Nizam, didn't mind talking to Edward. Alena secretly liked Edward's green eyes like an emerald and her very sweet voice

Edward is a calm and gentle man. He was not as petty as Justin who was always after him. Edward prefers to send poems or flowers. Maybe if Alena's heart wasn't filled with Nizam she would love Edward. But unfortunately She only loved Nizam. Edward repeatedly invited dinner to Alena, but Alena always refused this time. It was unexpected, Alena would accept his dinner invitation even at a Middle Eastern restaurant.

At 7:00 pm Alena was ready with a yellow dress. The long-sleeved dress She bought suddenly at a famous boutique. Alena even included a matching long veil even though it was just covering her head. Clutch black handbag. Again, high heel shoes adorn her long legs. Pearl necklaces, earrings and bracelets indeed show that Alena is not an ordinary woman. When Edward picked her up he was stunned. Smiling sweetly Alena said "You don't mind if I wear clothes like this.?"

Edward shook his head. "You wear whatever looks beautiful". said Edward.

"Thank you," answered Alena. She then took Edward's hand to Edward's car. Shortly thereafter the car rolled along with the song Ed Sheeran made the trip more romantic.

Middle Eastern restaurants on this street are very fancy. As soon as the car entered the restaurant the doorman welcomed us and then parked Edward's car. Alena stepped with certainty while Edward was a little awkward because this was the first time he had entered the Middle Eastern Restaurant.

When the List menu was given Edward said. "Choose it for me too because I don't understand the Middle Eastern menu."

"Don't Worry ... Arabic food is really delicious. You will definitely like it," Alena answered while browsing the menu with her tapering fingers. Love shape diamond ring adorn her finger. She also wears nail art on her nails.

"We ordered briyani rice as the main menu, hummus for appetizers. Bastani ice cream as dessert and Basbousa. Edward looked at Alena with mixed feelings, love, affection and admiration. Since first meeting her love never broke only Alena had never replied. Only sometimes does She reply to messages on social media or comment "nice" if he sends poems, and finally the poems end up being a song uploaded to Youtube.

While waiting for food, Alena and Edward chatted. While chatting Alena's eyes instead searched for Nizam. Cyntia said that almost every night Nizam had dinner here with two of his friends. There aren't many good Middle Eastern restaurants here. So Nizam always eats at the restaurant. Incidentally Alena also likes to eat Middle Eastern food so quite memorized some Middle Eastern food menus.

"Alena ... is this dinner the answer to my love for you?" Edward asked impatiently. Alena, who would drink rose-scented tea with a touch of cinnamon, did not lift her cup. She looked at Edward's Emerald Eyes. Why are there such beautiful eyes ... whispered Alena in her heart. Why I did not fall in love with him but why should I fall in love with that annoying iceberg.

"I can't be sure of that. I don't want to lie to you. I just need a friend to share my feelings. Do you mind, if you mind consider this dinner a mistake and I guarantee I won't repeat it again". Alena's voice sounded soft as if helpless. He is helpless to face the destiny that love cannot be forced. She really wanted to love Edward but that feeling never appeared even though he repeatedly tried to arouse feelings of love for Edward. 

Suddenly a feeling of sin came over her increasingly fragile heart. She felt guilty because She actually only used Edward. I'm sorry, Edward ... Alena whispered. Love can not be forced but can be fought for. Alena secretly bet with herself whether her love will win or Edward's love will win.

"Don't say that, Alena. It makes my heart sad. I'll be patient until you can open your heart. For now, think of me as your friend." Edward answered in a hoarse voice. Alena murmured "Thank you Edward ..."

Finally, because Nizam could not take it anymore, He said softly, "Alena ... Alena ..." 
 The summoned finally looked up. Nizam gripped the back of the chair. He caught the fire of anger emanating from Alena's beautiful eyes. "I'm sorry Alena ... I ... I forgot to tell you about the Harem ..."

Alena growled and she got up and lunged at Nizam. She immediately beat Nizam with her hands. Alena's lack of power only makes Nizam amused. But Nizam acted like he was suffering from being beaten by Alena.

"You are a liar !! You said you would only make me a second wife. In fact, you have a lot of wives ... thump ... thump ... thump ..." Alena beat Nizam with both her hands.

"Please Alena. I admit that I was wrong ... Forgive me. It was not my wish, but my mother provided it" Alena was still hysterical while beating her husband. Until suddenly Alena stabbed her mouth on Nizam's shoulder and Alena bit Nizam's shoulder. Nizam immediately startled. Pain hit him. Unable to hold back Nizam immediately screamed in pain.

"Ouch, Alena What are you doing? .. Ouch..Alena it's hurt Honey. Please don't do that .." Nizam moaned in pain because he was bitten by Alena. Both of Nizam's hands were on Alena's head trying to release Alena's bite. Nizam lied to her too much'

Alena is a girl from Indonesia. She involved in intrigue in the Palace with other wives of Prince Nizam. The struggle for power in the harem and the love of the prince put her life in danger. Moreover, then Nizam held a royal revolution to erase all customs that were contrary to his beliefs.

Can Alena maintain her life and love in the Royal Palace of Azura? And has Nizam succeeded in revolutionizing his country? (21+)

Edward is a romantic man. His face is very handsome. His hair is brown with green eyes. Many girls fall in love with him. He is also good at singing in a very melodious voice... Edward has a sweet voice and he has a band. Unfortunately, his father, who was a government official, did not allow him to study music majors because he considered music art could not be used as a way of life. When Edward chose to major in literature with his father was forced to allow. According to his father majoring in literature is better than majoring in music.
 
Edward had long loved Alena, starting with their meeting at Cafe Beatrix. Edward reprimands Alena who is sitting alone enjoying coffee. Alena, who was thinking about Nizam, didn't mind talking to Edward. Alena secretly liked Edward's green eyes like an emerald and her very sweet voice
 
Edward is a calm and gentleman. He was not as petty as Justin who was always after him. Edward prefers to send poems or flowers. Maybe if Alena's heart wasn't filled with Nizam she would love Edward. But unfortunately, She only loved Nizam. Edward repeatedly invited dinner to Alena, but Alena always refused this time. It was unexpected, Alena would accept his dinner invitation even at a Middle Eastern restaurant.
 
At 7:00 pm Alena was ready with a yellow dress. The long-sleeved dress She bought suddenly at a famous boutique. Alena even included a matching long veil even though it was just covering her head. Clutch black handbag. Again, high heel shoes adorn her long legs. Pearl necklaces, earrings, and bracelets indeed show that Alena is not an ordinary woman. When Edward picked her up he was stunned. Smiling sweetly Alena said, "You don't mind if I wear clothes like this.?"
 Edward shook his head. "You wear whatever looks beautiful". said, Edward.
 "Thank you," answered Alena. She then took Edward's hand to Edward's car. Shortly thereafter the car rolled along with the song Ed Sheeran made the trip more romantic.
 Middle Eastern restaurants on this street are very fancy. As soon as the car entered the restaurant the doorman welcomed us and then parked Edward's car. Alena stepped with certainty while Edward was a little awkward because this was the first time he had entered the Middle Eastern Restaurant.
 When the List menu was given Edward said. "Choose it for me too because I don't understand the Middle Eastern menu."
 "Don't Worry ... Arabic food is really delicious. You will definitely like it," Alena answered while browsing the menu with her tapering fingers. Love shape diamond ring adorns her finger. She also wears nail art on her nails.
 "We ordered biriyani rice as the main menu, hummus for appetizers. Bastani ice cream as dessert and Basbousa. Edward looked at Alena with mixed feelings, love, affection, and admiration. Since the first meeting, her love never broke only Alena had never replied. Only sometimes does She reply to messages on social media or comment "nice" if he sends poems, and finally the poems end up being a song uploaded to Youtube.
 
While waiting for food, Alena and Edward chatted. While chatting Alena's eyes instead searched for Nizam. Cyntia said that almost every night Nizam had dinner here with two of his friends. There aren't many good Middle Eastern restaurants here. So Nizam always eats at the restaurant. Incidentally, Alena also likes to eat Middle Eastern food so quite memorized some Middle Eastern food menus.
 
"Alena ... is this dinner the answer to my love for you?" Edward asked impatiently. Alena, who would drink rose-scented tea with a touch of cinnamon, did not lift her cup. She looked at Edward's Emerald Eyes. Why are there such beautiful eyes ... whispered Alena in her heart. Why I did not fall in love with him but why should I fall in love with that annoying iceberg.
 
"I can't be sure of that. I don't want to lie to you. I just need a friend to share my feelings. Do you mind, if you mind consider this dinner a mistake and I guarantee I won't repeat it again". Alena's voice sounded soft as if helpless. He is helpless to face the destiny that love cannot be forced. She really wanted to love Edward but that feeling never appeared even though he repeatedly tried to arouse feelings of love for Edward.
 
Suddenly a feeling of sin came over her increasingly fragile heart. She felt guilty because She actually only used Edward. I'm sorry, Edward ... Alena whispered. Love can not be forced but can be fought for. Alena secretly bet with herself whether her love will win or Edward's love will win.
 
"Don't say that, Alena. It makes my heart sad. I'll be patient until you can open your heart. For now, think of me as your friend." Edward answered in a hoarse voice. Alena murmured, "Thank you, Edward ..."

What will happen if an innocent girl gets caught in the love of a royal crown prince?

How does it feel if the girl has to spend the first night being watched by the queen, the maids, the female elders just to make sure that the girl is still a virgin?

How could the girl face the princesses who were the concubines of the prince?

How can the girl face the people who want to get rid of her from the palace?

There is a lot of love, affection, friendship, hatred, blood, power struggles, infidelity going on in the palace. Alena, that girl must be able to face everything.

Alena has no power, she is just an innocent girl who doesn't know anything. Her love for Nizam, the crown prince of the Azura kingdom, makes her survive and fight all the evil that leads to her. (Mature, 21+)

"How do you even know the 'gender' word?" Eun Ji queried in a heartbeat. She was always surprised by the way her brother spoke and easily understood so many big words. 

Jae Hyun shrugged. "I have a dictionary on my phone. Also, I filled it in the registration form and used your age so maybe that was why we were selected. I wish we could go...." The boy whined.

Eun Ji who had been listening to his whining felt her heart go heavy. She truly wished she could have scaled all the clauses but the fifth one was what hindered her from scaling and there was nothing she could do about it. 

At this, Eun Ji started thinking of when she was little and always wanted to be a well known singer.  

At that time, she usually listened to various popular Korean bands. Unlike so many kids of her age, Eun Ji wasn't interested in playing house or having a sleep over. She stayed on her own a lot and didn't have a friends like so many of her classmates did. Some were even popular because they went about in groups but Eun Ji never cared for this. 

All she wanted was to be a singer. And that was why she had started writing songs. At first, she wrote poems while listening to her parents talking or watching a show in the sitting room. It was habitual of her to always write those words down because writing came naturally for her. 

Whenever a family friend would visit, Eun Ji would only say hello and then retire back into her room. 

She once heard her parents talking and her mother was complaining to her father in the kitchen that she never interacted with anyone. All she did was write poems and fill her diary with her to-do list but this hadn't bothered Eun Ji at that time because in her heart, it felt like the right thing do. So  what she had even done that night, was to go back and write the lines with a smile on her face. 

'I write poems because it is what I love and it is who I see myself as. I always want to share what I feel. Deep in my heart, I always have words to say and I know that one day, when I tell people how I feel with my song, they will smile. Because they feel something like that too.'

After Jae Hyun was born, Eun Ji got better at relating with people. She didn't stop singing and her mother had finally accepted that it was just her own personality. 

The year that Jae Hyun clocked one, Eun Ji had sang him one of her most precious lyrics at the time. 'What you mean to me' but when she lost her parents a year after, Eun Ji went numb. 

She didn't cry. She didn't laugh. She didn't even show any reaction but one thing she knew was that she was now alone... 

They didn't have a family member she knew of and on their way out after informing their neighbors that Mr and Mrs Lee had lost their lives in a fatal accident, one of the policemen had hushed it to the other policeman that the case was murder. 

When she looked up the 'murder' word that evening, Eun Ji's earth had quaked beneath her. Her parents were dead and possibly killed by a drunk driver or something but the police used just a word to describe it. Murder. 

She didn't like the fact that someone had just rendered herself and her baby brother orphans. As a result, she had sang so much that she let a few tears slip before the burden in her heart lessened and she could finally sleep. 

Still, Eun Ji did this while cursing her existence, wishing she was never born due to the immense pain she was still feeling in her chest. 

Since that night, Eun Ji had decided to only sing on some occasions and focus all her love on her baby brother as the neighbour helped her take care of him under the surveillance of the lawyer, Mr Park. She stopped writing so many songs but however, she would still string a few random lines of words and when they made sense, a now older Jae Hyun would urge her to write it down so they could reread it later. 

Looking down at her excited brother now, Eun Ji couldn't help but feel so glad that she after all was alive and doing okay. 

'Maybe I shouldn't have cursed my existence back then. After all, I am alive to take care of you as the only family you have.' She thought to herself while staring at a ranting Jae Hyun with a smile she couldn't keep off her face.  


If she still had one person to call family when her parents had died at such a young age, then why would she still decide to continuously regret how her childhood had been much sadder and allow it hinder her from being happy now that she was years older? 


She wouldn't. Instead, Eun Ji silently vowed to do everything in her power to bring up her brother without allowing the past from hindering them. With this, she would fulfill his wishes!

The Gui boys have been together for so many years and now want to accept newbies into the boy-band. Jung Ho, the band leader is ruthless and known for seeking perfection and pushing people's limits. 

Especially when you test him. And a little minx who thinks he is adorable and can get away with everything keeps testing him! The ruthless Jung Ho promises to make the boy's life a living hell!

When Eun Ji, a tomboy from Seoul hears about the Wallflower boys audition, fate plays it's funny way and Eun Ji finds herself in the headquarters along with several men. 

All through this time, she is disguised as a man and wars in a battle to be among the top 5 qualified to rank as a member of Wallflower boys 2.

The only obstacle on her path now is that this opportunity is only open for boys!

Will Eun Ji survive in that house full of men and scheming individuals or will she get exposed while trying?!

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Poem's of Blossom

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Light Within The Stars

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A Prince's Love

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