Echoes Of Reflection is a short, deep,  sinister, and somewhat eerie poem that gives an idea of what might happen to lost souls when they leave the world as we know it. 


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Saddest Poem


I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.

Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."

The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her.

To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.

What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.

That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.

As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.

The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.

I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.

Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.

Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.

Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her.


by Pablo Neruda

A collection of poems that I enjoy. Some are poems; some are quotes. 
They aren't mine--all credit where credit is due.
There's no actual lead or genre since there isn't a true plot.

Poem 1

watching as the night draws near
just know I am here. I have not left your side.
So much time has gone by.Your fate is intertwined
with mine and the darkness will soon
be close behind.
Love shines through the darkest of times.
Know that I am always inside your mind.
Know how much time has gone by.
Remember that your never alone.
Remember you always have a home.
Be here frozen in time. Forever be mine.
The souls will be a lined. Remember your soul is
mine. Though my time is done.
Remember the hope is still there.
Remember I am everywhere.
the pain will pass. But the love
will last. Never forget the person you once knew.
Forever be in your heart that will never be gone.
The soul of love will never be undone.
poem 2

As the snow falls on me.
The more my heart grows empty
No one left to help me.
As I hold myself tight to keep warm.
As the cold is getting to me.
Will anyone come save me.
From this loneliness with in my heart.
Or be left here to die in the dark.
Will I forever be alone.
Once my heart has turn cold.
Forever to be alone.
When the heart stopped beating.
Finally be free from this cold world. 

Never to be seen.

poem 3


as blood drips from my hands.
Cause no one understands.
The pain that I am going through.
God I am lost with out you.
With no time to wast.
I know I am just a wast of space.
calling for death to come.
God it wont belong.
Until my life is gone.
This body is getting colder.
As my life has grown older.
As much time that has past.
I will not be able to last.
My heart is slowly dying.
I got tried of your lying.
My vision goes dark.
there not much longer
My breathing is shallow.
So this is no tomorrow
Here comes good bye.
Just know its my time.
poem 4


The stairs shine bright in the sky
as my heart slowly dies.
I lost myself and drown in my sorrows
watching as time goes by.
I know I will be soon saying good bye
the time we had i will Charis forever
hopping things will get better.
fading away with my broken heart
I know that is just the start.
Of the pain going though my vain
as my soul is being eaten away.
with no hope for being alive
I may as well die. Cause there is 
no more time. Lost everything
in my soul. There is no place to call home
Wandering the darkness with more sorrow.
God let me go tomorrow. 

poem 5
telling thing that are true.
Even though they hurt you.
As I lay here crying tonight 
I know nothing will be alright.
Cry my soul out knowing I'm to blame.
Soon I will be fading away.
Nothing left to save my soul.
Knowing that I got nothing to hold.
Here the pain is real.
wish I  never had to feel.
Be empty inside hoping I will die.
Nothing left to say in my heart
now my hole world has gone dark.
finally free form the pain of my sorrows.
Not going to be here tomorrow.
Now I am gone at last.
as my body is laying in the grass.
Wont be a burden to you any more.
Now my world had been torn.
As I was from the sky.
You forgetting that i have died.
As My soul was left behind.
poem 6


I hide it all be hind a mask.
Has my soul turn in to glass?
Hide the pain and sorrows of my past.
Giving Just a fake smile.
Though the tears will fallow.
At night when your a lone.
Why your soul has turn cold
Knowing I cant trust anyone.
Doubting My own sanity.
Looking my mind day by day.
Everything is just fading away.
Falling deeper in to the shadow
of the night. That when the nightmare
has there hold on you. 
Waking up screaming in pain.
Knowing that help will never come.
Along with nothing to lose.
My do i refuse?
Take the fall of nothingness
Just ending the soul 
Just when there is no more hope.

poem 7


I lay here crying my heart out.
Knowing that no one cares.That I am here.
But my scream echo through the house.
Everyone just sits on the couch not 
moving.Like emotionless dolls.
With out care in the world.
Just suffering alone.With nothing
else to lose.Cut after cut the blade
goes a cross my arm.
Watching the blood drip on to the floor.
Crying trying to relieve the pain in my soul.
Wishing there was still Hope.
Day after day I bleed and hurt more.
Year after year my screams for help 
Died down along with my soul,
I have nothing else to hold,
Let my body be drowned in pain.
I knowing every thing will never change.
Wishing the day someone stop me.
Someone to show me that there is
still hope for a life.But there is no one
Left to care. To show the love,Kindness.
They have them self's to blame for what.
They did to me as i lay here dying. 


poem 8


Falling deeper to where you can't
See anything but darkness. Shadows
move around you saying things you
can't understand what they say.
Falling forever to nowhere.
Falling in the lost hope you have.
Drowning in your own tears of 
sorrow. The heart that is dying will
never beat again.
You lost all senses of what has happen.
You see a blade on your stand that shines
in the moonlight.Picking it up and putting
it to your skin.
Slowly cutting the flesh and blood soon fallows.
As it drips on to the floor.You feel the pain that
comes with each cut.
You had lost your heart to darkness and
soon to be losing your life to the blade you
hold in your hand.

poem 9

You see broken shards
On the floor of whats left
of your soul.
It has fallen to peaces.
Crushed by the ones you
loved and cared about
Pushing you aside not
caring on what happens 
to you not caring if you lived
or died by your own hand.
No one there to help you.
No one there to save you.
No one to protect you.
No one there to love you.
They Left you in the darkness.
All a lone with only your thoughts
to keep you company.
No words are said.
As your heart fills with dread.
No hope to come in it again.
Bit by bit it slowly chips away.
Bit by bit it will go away.
Everyone says pain will pass
in do time.
But it was all a lie.
You wish was never born.
You wished that you had died.
the darkness takes hole of every
ones mind.You put it in a shell to
protect whats left of your poor soul.
Deep down you wish things get better.
But they never do.
They just get worsen and darker.
poem 10


I tired of being sad 
Tired of being broken inside
What is there left for me
The dark shadows of despair
pull me in more and more.
I feel I am losing my self each day
Death waits before me as i hold this
knife in my hand trying to choice
To end it all and be free from this 
Pain that draws me to suffer and 
Be more dark then my soul already is.
No one there to save me no one to stop
Me from taking this Knife in to my soul.
I wanted someone to save me.
Someone to stop me.
But no one cares.
No one wants a broken soul 
Like mine to be around.
No one cares . No one will cry
Over the grave of someone that
The world forgot.Nothing left to say.
Nothing to do anymore.
So I took the knife and behold. 
The Knife goes though my soul like
It was nothing now I lay here bleeding.
with my finale words I cry out in pain.
I am finally free from This land of hate.

poem 11


Night falls but the storm in my soul
rages on. I had no control i have no fate.
nothing left to grab a hold on to, What's left 
of this life It must end to night.

The darkness that has turn in to hate
I have done in that past.
No where to go no where to hide.
My sorrow will never leave.
I will never be the same .
I see nothing but darkness
and hate. Nothing will save this day

No one to care.
Fate has ways of changing things.
But not for one who has falling to fair 

that is beyond saving.
The shadows are around me.
No one coming, no one cared.
Will there every be light to my darkness.

poem 12


how darkness surrounds one mind
they try to hurt you fill you with doubt 
you put your self in a bubble so they cant hurt you.
Shadow hands try to break that bubble
you try so hard to hid what you
know might be true.
That your not strong enough
in this world its be strong or
die with regret of not doing more
The place this world....
nothing can save a soul 
no matter how much you try
it just cant be saved.
They are just to far gone
there souls have shattered
There no more Determination left.
It drained from them as there soul loses
its glow. It has stopped the fight with in.
The will to stay alive is gone now.
The hope of wanting more in life.
Will never come true.
That is way things are in humans.
there souls are so fragile yet.
They keep on living.
Whats is left of a beast like you.
One that lived for more then others.
Now turned against humanity.
The shadows draw near and closer.
Wanting you to just suffer. 
With a endless night.
poem 13


What Makes us human.
We all make mistakes but others just don't 
see it.We all break rules cause there are 
just fools. No one talks things out
Why with out about. We are not gods
we are not perfect. Though other's 
believe they are better then other.
When its all lies that no one is better
then anyone.There are others that
suffer and are in great pain.
But we all ignore them and go on with out day
Other don't have lives.Cause they cant deny.
Of ones voice of ones words.No one ask nicely.
To though they have hurt.Do they care.
Do they thing that other do though things out
of shear amusement.
Us humans all make mistakes and learn.
others don't cause they chose to be jerks.
The truth of all humans of all of us is.
No one truly cares about others 
No one learns from there mistakes
No one ask kindly or talk about what
they have done wrong.
They don't have hearts.
cause they have all gone.
Everyone are forced to do
what others say when.
They can see how hurtful 
They cause every day.
There no peaces in this world
No one have hearts to show there
is still hope that they do care.

poem 14

I lost my soul 
I lost the will to fight.
I lost wanting to live.
I hear nothing but lies.
no matter how much time.
Has gone by.
My blood has frozen in time.
I am a soulless corps.With
no life and happiness.
I can keep portending that I'm
happy. I can't keep up the will
to hid the tears.
Is this what is means to be broken.
is this the fate I suffer.No one truly cares.
No one wants to let me go on with my life.
All that is life is a empty soul.
That had died long ago.
No where left to hid.
As the scares never die.
I keep wanting to die.
I keep wanting to hid.
I keep seeing my life ending.
Will anyone berry me ones i have
finally take my own life.
Or suffer for the rest of my renaming years. 
Just to die and be forgotten.



poem 15

Time after time
all I do is cry and
be broken inside. 

Day after Day
I lose my way
is anyone really there.
nothing is going to be okay
nothing going to be there to stop the tears.
not able to find the answer to what I'm looking for.

Letting my self go in to the dark hole of my soul.
Have nothing left to live for nothing to look 
foreword to.

Should I just fade away letting the wind carry me
through the night as the dust of who I am be destroyed by
the pain of being hurt by others.
I am nothing but a monster.
A freak that does not belong in this world
Should I just end it all and just be forgotten?

poem 16 

I'm not okay its will never be alright
I sit here crying when others think I 
am Dummy leaving my heart in peaces.
I am tired of being put down and
Mentally hurt by others who don't give
a shit about me.

Wishing I just die and be a memory of  others
who have hurt me and cause me so much pain.
I am tired of living I'm tired of trying of them 

Being happy like nothing has fucken happen
let me drown in my tears of sorrow and pain.
Let me die  and be forgotten by the ones have 
done this to me.
A flower falls and dies on the grave stone of mine.
As i watch this world as a spirit that would be free from
this pain.I dont want to feel any more.I dont want
to have to wear the mask of happiness that is not real.
Let the angel of death take my life and take me somewhere
I can be happy and not have others treat me like I am nothing but 
a dum and will help me when i need it. Just end me and let me be free.



poem 17

i am dying inside my heart
bleeds of shame and despair
crying my heart out hurting
myself being more broken
then the heart is drowning
in my broken dreams
never to smile
never to laugh
never be happy
forever to be in despair
feeling the darkness around
me hurting braking down
losing my self in never
ending pain wanting
to die and leave this
life never to be heard
never to be seen
always hid the pain
put on a show to
inter tamed thoughts
around you as your heart
bleeds and bleeds till there is nothing left


poem 18

tired of being the way i am
i try so hard to change
but i get put down for things
I did in past being crushed
by the ones i love and 
hurt by them.
my heart breaks cause 
of them not trusting me
hurt by the past i had 
crush by the pain of
being locked up in
this please i call home
in a prison of being controlled
dying slowly in pain of  what i 
diverse from everything i have done
wanting to just fade away in to nothing
and have things forgotten and die down
i can never be free never do things
I wish i could do have nothing more then
dream that will never come true. Crying
out the sorrows that i hold in me.
They know they need to let me go but
they dont let me be the one who wants 
to be free. I am the dark sheep that does 
not belong in this world
a world that i will not be able to take anymore
a world that will beat me down until i die and be
forgotten with nothing to my name
nothing to keep me going anymore
nothing to make me feel i have 
more to do. When all i see is darkness
and broken shards of me. I take 
the shard of what used to be 
the person i once was
now just bleeding out 
with fresh broken pieces of 
that i was and be crush under
the weight of family and 
life. What life do i have?
the life of being in a bird cage
for the remands of my life
now i shatter of the dark of night.



poem 19

slowly give up who you hare
slowly give up its not that hard
give up on the heart
give up on the words
give up on this life
give up on the fight
give up on the tears
be empty inside
no one will care 
you have said goodbye
give up knowing no one cares
give up cause no one wants
you their.
give up on dreams that will never come true
give up on the soul that beats in you.
give up on everything you try to do
They have turned on you

song 1

You left me in the dark
left me here to rot 
you was never there for me
you destroyed everything
I love and cared 
you  had broken 
the trust I had in you
you left me in the dark
left me here to rot
in the shadows I begin to start
the  fight for the life you took from me
I will be the one to win the light
you will be the one that fades away
in to the dark
I will not take no more
No more
you left me in the dark
left me here to rot 
left me here to brake away
Never again will it be this way
i will find my own way
to brake free from your shadow
I will brake free from the dark



song 2

hurting drowning in the pain
broken shattered empty inside
crying, erasing everything i am
i am no longer wanted here
no one really cares
crying my eyes out with despair
no one to want you around
you better off not being there
better off dead
drowning in shadows in the world
of madness  my heart is
shattering beyond repair
 
I will just die along with my soul
that has been crush in this world
no one care no one see the pain
that is there Being ignored
being excluded from everything
hurting drowning in the pain
broken shattered empty inside
crying, erasing everything i am


song 3

fighting, crying, bleeding, dying
was it worth the fighting
cheating, stealing, screaming
Things are here to be fearing
hiding, falling, lying
dreams are fading away
we just keep on this 
torture's looping path
of despair
you look in the mirror
to see the face of terror 
that has haunt you
broke you, chased you
trying to hurt you
you try to escape
the flow of time but 
it wont help the
soul that is left behind 

fighting, crying, bleeding, dying
was it worth the fighting
burning the anything in your way
crushing the one who hurt you
broken you to shards or glass 
fighting on to where you can see
the light of day to be free
from this loop of pain


song 4


There was a time
where we all was free
from the heartache and the pain
the tear that had follow 
are still the same
they left you to be forgotten
they broke you beyond repair 
nothing left to lose
nothing left to do
but cry your pain
away so you thought
but its never true
the pain will never go
it will always remain 
to remind you
you are the one to hate
the time where we was happy
have all gone
now all that is there
Is hell to pay
you lost the heart to remain
in this world of hate
no longer smiling 
no reason to go 
with the past
but what else can you do
with no one to be there for you

There was a time
where we all was free
from the heartache and the pain
the tear that had follow 
with no more dreams 
to dream only to have
nightmare that 
will never flee
they haunt you
they pray on you
they don't care
the feelings you had share
so why even bother
why even care
about the broken heart
that is there
left to die 
left to hide
no one to save
nothing to gain
lost all hope 
lost all faith 
in yourself
no one care
no one is there
you are left 
a lone to stare 
in to darkness 
that you can't bear
There was a time where
we all was happy
and had cared

some poems and songs i did of my own feelings

"He is joking, right.", whispered a man in the audience to his friend.

"It's a love poem to a princess. There is no other princess than her."

"It's probably just a coincidence."

"Why the trouble to make a poem about a princess when the theme is the moon?"

That's right. After all, in this kind of contest, the theme was not considered absolute. In the case of the Moon, the theme could be moonlight, moon-viewing, even battle under the moon would not be considered weird. But of all the possibilities, Feng Ao Xiu's Number One Fan chose the Moon Princess. From the multiple meanings and message, it was a love poem. Out of all the time possible, he did it when Princess Ming was watching. How could this not be a coincidence!?

"...", the man could only stay silent.

Not just him, currently no one said anything. They did not cheer for the poem. They did not boo him for wooing the princess. After all, this was the first time a participant ever uses a poem to confess his love.

They did not know what to do. Confessing your love to a woman was good, they will surely support him. But, the target of the confession, the Princess of Xiang Lan Nation. Do you think she will accept someone like you?

What they need to do was to wait for Princess Ming's reaction, then they will go along with whatever the Princess said. With her outgoing personality, she will probably say something like 'Big brother poem is the best!' or 'Qiao An thinks this poem is inappropriate!'. The former answer means they will cheer for Feng Ao Xiu's Number One and praise his poem. The latter means they will condemn him for his action.

Kong Ling Jue and Emperor Fu Sheng Jian, the two men who know the real identity of the young man were especially shocked. Is that why you're here? Feng Ao Xiu must have found out that the Princess is here as a special jury, so he participates in the contest to pursue her.

Everyone intensely stared at Princess Ming. However, it only makes her more embarrassed. This was a new side of the Princess who was always cheerful and outgoing.

[Why is she so embarrassed? Isn't she supposed to be outgoing and cheerful?]

In the middle of it, was one man who's more confused than anybody, Feng Ao Xiu. 

[What happened? What's wrong with the silence? Could they have found out that I was cheating!?]

Yes, Feng Ao Xiu cheated again. The rules stated that the poem must be originally made, which Feng Ao Xiu did not follow. It was a big gamble considering that there were many scholars who knew thousands of poems and could easily detect if the poem was original. However, he was sure that if he used one of the poems that he learned during the last three years, no one would find anything weird.

Feng Ao Xiu shook his head. 'The Moon Princess' was a popular poem, but no one here has ever heard of this poem.

[Is there something wrong with the poem? It's just a love poem for a princess, there is nothing wrong... Wait! What the f*ck!? What have I done!? Princess Ming is here!]

Feng Ao Xiu did not know what to do. He could only stand there in silence waiting for a reply.

The silence continues. After about a minute of no sound, the Princess realized that all the attention was on her. She finally opened her mouth.

"I... It's..."

Oh! The Princess finally responds.

"It's ugly! I... I hate this poem! You pervert!"

Although Princess Ming said harsh words, everyone perceived it differently. 

[The Princess is angry! She's cute when she's angry!]

[Her personality doesn't allow her to be angry. What happened!? She's like a different person.]

[With that embarrassed look on her face, it is obvious she likes the poem, but she doesn't want everybody to know. So cute!]

If the princess wants them not to know, then they will pretend not to know. If the princess wants the poem to be ugly, then they will pretend the poem is ugly. Whatever the princess wished for, they will surely do their best to fulfil.

"Ah... It's too bad! That poem is ugly! I hoped too much from Feng Ao Xiu's Number One Fan!"

"Such an ugly poem. There's nothing uglier than this."

"Feng Ao Xiu's Number One Fan, you did your best, but you cannot win with an ugly poem."

Mo Tie Yang suddenly stood up and said, "I declare the winner Master Sun!"

Kong Ling Jue was the one in charge of this match, he should be the one who declares the winner, but he stays silent. Since Feng Ao Xiu real purpose was to flirt with the Princess, then it won't matter who won.

Everybody claps and cheer, but it's obvious that it was not wholehearted. 

Master Sun Huang won, but he doesn't feel happy at all. Feng Ao Xiu's Number One Fan stole all his glory with one poem, for him nothing was more miserable than this moment. Although he won, it feels like he lost. 

Feng Ao Xiu was shocked. 

[It's over!? Just like that! This poem has been declared ugly. I lost!!! Don't you know that this poem is really famous!?]

The Princess occasionally glanced at Feng Ao Xiu. She noticed Feng Ao Xiu stares back at her, their eyes met each other. She quickly turns her head away, "Hmmph!"

Feng Ao Xiu breaks out a cold sweat. 

[What to do!? She's angry! If this keeps up, it won't matter how good I am at the last match, I will definitely lose!]

The little girl controls everything. Whoever she likes will be the winner, no matter how bad you were. If she said you lose, then you will lose no matter how well you perform.

The host said, "Feng Ao Xiu's Number One Fan, It's too bad, but there is no way your ugly poem can compare to Master Sun's legendary poem."

You still dare to call it ugly!? If the real owner knew that you people call his poem ugly. He will definitely kill all of you.

The host continued, "It's time for the last contest! The painting contest!"

"It is simple. Within an hour, the participant could draw anything, it's freestyle! The best painting declared by the juries is the winner! May the best painter win!"

The contest started and the participants started painting. The white canvases gradually changed colours. There were many drawings like a fluffy rabbit, ferocious tiger, lantern festivals, high mountains, and relaxing ponds. It could be said all of them were fairly good.

After half an hour, many contestants finished painting. Although the three scholars gave a solid and constructive criticism, nobody cares about them anymore. Instead, Princess Ming comments became the highlight of this contest.

Fluffy Rabbit.

"This Rabbit is really fluffy. Qiao An wants to play with this rabbit!"

Ferocious Tiger.

"Qiao An wants to have this kind of tiger at home."

Mountain Landscapes.

"It's beautiful! Qiao An wants to go there someday."

Gorilla.

"This gorilla is so cute! Qiao An never see such a cute gorilla!"

"That gorilla is cute?" An audience asked his friend. Although there were many ways to draw a gorilla. Cute was not the correct way to describe this one. No matter how he sees it, it could only be a vicious gorilla wrecking everything in its path.

"Don't ask! If Princess Ming said that gorilla is cute. Then it is a cute gorilla!"

Another man in the audience shouts, "Ah... Such a cute gorilla!"

Princess Ming was a cheerful girl, anything she said will be positively good. She never called anything as ugly... except for the last poem.

Everyone already finished or almost finished their drawing, except Feng Ao Xiu. His canvas was still blank.

Feng Ao Xiu glanced again at the Princess. She noticed Feng Ao Xiu looks at her, she immediately blushed and turned her head away while acting angry.

Feng Ao Xiu smiles. [Ahh... She is so cute! Wait, it's not the time for this! She's still angry!]

Feng Ao Xiu was right to be worried. If her anger would not subside, then everything he draws will be useless. She will just call it ugly again.

[Think! What kind of paint can make her happy!?]

But nothing comes into mind. 

[It's supposed to not just makes her happy but also won't deny that she is happy!? Or at least something that she could never deny it's ugly...]

At this moment, something struck into his brain. But this idea was a double-edged sword, his body shuddered to know all the bad possibilities that would happen with it. However, time was not on his side. This was the only chance he got. It's all or nothing.

Feng Ao Xiu holds his paintbrush. His hands move fast while painting on the canvas.

The audience has been anxiously waiting at what Feng Ao Xiu's Number One Fan will draw. After all, the results of his performance in the previous contests were extraordinary.

"Look, he starts painting!"

"What kind of painting is it?"

"Ah!!! It's... It's..."

In a world full of cultivators, Feng Ao Xiu is a genius that only appears once every 10,000 years. His talent is the target of envy and jealousy of all the people around the world. But because of his talent that he was betrayed and died at a young age of 15 years old.

When everyone thought that the Feng Clan just lost a future supreme expert, Feng Ao Xiu slowly rise from the dead and he returned to the Clan. 

However, no one knows that Feng Ao Xiu was not a cultivator. They think he was back stronger than ever.

In a world full of cultivators, Feng Ao Xiu was an ordinary man. Can he survive?

Join him in a story full of comedy misunderstanding!

The night sky was vast.

It was 11 P.M. at night.

After the meal, Heavenly Queen Zhang Yuanqi held her chest with one hand as she leaned against the headboard to send email on her phone. Maybe she was working, as her face looked serious and sullen. She did not have any intention of speaking to Zhang Ye.

She would kill the donkey the moment it left the millstone!

You’ve forgotten about this bro after you are full?

Zhang Ye also knew that a distinguished person like her was busy, so he did not disturb her. He also wasn't emboldened enough to disturb her. Zhang Yuanqi was standing at the pinnacle of their country's entertainment industry, while Zhang Ye himself was just a small figure, who was a fledgling. He was not even considered a celebrity. He would, at most, be considered a public figure. The gap between them was heaven and earth. Zhang Ye knew this himself, so he was very respectful towards a senior.

Switching on the computer, he began doing his own thing. He first checked his Weibo and was suddenly dumbfounded. Why were there so many forwards for one of his Weibo messages? Upon checking, he realized what had happened. The "Flying Bird and Fish" message that originally only had about 2,000-3,000 forwards back then? It wasn't that much. But now, this poem's forwards on Weibo had suddenly become more than 8,000. It had tripled! After being surprised for a while, Zhang Ye treated it as nothing. Back in his world, "Flying Bird and Fish" itself had more than a hundred million clicks on the internet. How many people did not see it? Hence, this tiny explosive increase was reasonable. A good poem could never be buried. As for the reason? Zhang Ye's analysis was that it was due to many things. "Ghost Blows Out the Light", fairy tale stories and his other poems. The number of people who knew of him was slowly increasing. So people would begin checking his other works, which created an entire increase in popularity for all of his works!

"Good poem!"

"Only now do I know about this poem today!"

"Why are there so many forwards? Let me see it first."

"Classic. Who is this Zhang Ye?"

"You have just seen it? It's already a poem from last month. This poem even saved a person's life. It is especially legendary!"

Zhang Ye browsed through everyone's comments as he was lost in reverie. They were basically positive. As he was enjoying it, there was a sudden comment that appeared!

Meng Dongguo.

Verification: Beijing Writer's Association Vice President. Poet. Author.

He was a distinguished person with more than 3 million fans!

Meng Dongguo had used his verified Weibo to openly question, "I do not know why such things can become so popular. Just because there's a lot of people looking and commenting on it, that makes it a good poem? A legend? It saved a life? A poem's worth is based on its literary value; it does not depend on other stories or situations to add to its worth. I cannot see any literary value in this poem. All I see is moaning and drool. This can also be considered a modern poem? This is also called literature? Also, the author's ‘A Generation’, I would not comment on the poem's words, but why do I find the topic so twisted? A slightly past 20-year-old child commenting on a generation? This should be a term used by us, right? You are not grown up yet, and still have a long road ahead. You do not have the ability to see through your generation, so don't write such a poem to cause ridicule to yourself!"

Some people did not like that.

"It can't be!? I think it's very good!"

"So what about youths? Youths can't write poems?"

"What a joke! Just one sentence of 'you young people don't know anything' to negate all his worth? To think that you are the Vice President of the Beijing Writer's Association?"

However, there were even more that joined the ranks of the doubters.

A number of them were authors and poets of the Beijing Writer's Association. They were all verified accounts.

Romance author Zheng Anbang commented, "Even Vice President Meng has commented? Actually, I was not able to continue watching this, starting from a long time ago. This poem may be very popular now, but no matter how many times I see it, I can't figure out what is good about it!"

Children's literature author Little Red Mushroom commented, "Zhang Ye's poem isn't bad, but it's only average. It does not deserve all this attention!"

A famous poet in Beijing, whose pseudonym was Big Thunder, said, "What a mess! Complete bull****! What sort of poem is this? What are you trying to express with ‘The Song of the Stormy Petrel’? Do you think these are the old days? Even if you wanted to expression that period's rebellion and helplessness, how old are you? Do you know what the old society was like? Were you composing poems with your fantasy? How can there be any literary skill!? He is, at best, a temporary demagogue! Those who are following you, what's up with all of you? Do you even have any appreciation for art? I really wonder!"

Suddenly, five to six authors and poets began barraging Zhang Ye!

Zhang Ye, who was in front of his computer, could not help but curse, "What the f***! Are you monkeys backup that were invited? Where did you all pop up from? Did I provoke all of you!?"

Zhang Yuanqi did not know what was happening as she came behind Zhang Ye. As she held her shoulders, her face was expressionless as she looked without blinking at his computer screen, "Who are they scolding?"

"Scolding me." Zhang Ye said angrily.

Zhang Yuanqi's eyelids twitched, "Meng Dongguo? Beijing Writers’ Association's Leader? This person has quite a bit of reputation in the industry, right? Then what about Little Red Mushroom? She was the one who wrote fairy tales, right? Big Thunder? I have seen his poems. He is not anything in the country, but he is still quite famous in Beijing." As the literature circle was encroaching into the entertainment industry, it was almost indivisible. As an S-list star in the industry, Zhang Yuanqi was quite aware of this. She was objective with their evaluations. Of course, only Zhang Yuanqi had the right to say this. If it was anyone else, no one would dare say who was not anything in the country. "Why are so many Beijing authors and poets scolding you? Are you very famous?"

Zhang Ye was still upset, "What do you mean, famous? I have only written a few poems. But who knows why they suddenly went crazy and started scolding me? My poems have problems? What an unfunny joke!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yuanqi stared at him, "You can compose poetry?"

"Of course. Have you heard of ‘Flying Bird and Fish’?"

"...No."

"What about ‘A Generation’?"

"....Never heard of it."

"Alright. Then, forget that I said anything!"

Zhang Yuanqi seemed a little interested. She said in a deadpan manner, "Go sit at the coffee table." There was only one chair in the house. With Zhang Ye standing up, Zhang Yuanqi sat down.

Zhang Ye no longer had the energy to care about this, "They are bullies!"

Zhang Yuanqi must have finished her work, as she began speaking to Zhang Ye, "Everything has a cause. Go look at the first person who questioned you, Meng Dongguo's, Weibo."

After checking, Zhang Ye was immediately enlightened. Meng Dongguo had published a few poems early in the month. But other than a few fans praising it, no one else had seen it. The forwarding count of a single poem from Zhang Ye was more than all his poems combined by ten times. "He saw that my results as a newcomer are better than his, so he wants to pull me down?  What a grandson! What sort of people are they!?"

Zhang Yuanqi was only watching the scene unfold before her as she remained silent.

At this moment, the fans of Meng Dongguo and a few poets and authors had rushed to Zhang Ye's Weibo to curse at him. They did so indiscriminately!

"Demagogue!"

"To think you dare to publish such a beaten-up poem?"

"Everyone, don't read this person's poem. The industry’s experts have given their evaluation. This is not called literature. There is no value to it!"

"It can't be? It's quite good!"

"Do you know, or do the experts know?"

"That's right; the Vice President of the Beijing Writer's Association has already said it's bad!"

"I see. I thought it was such a good poem. You wasted my feelings!"

"That's right; I even recited Zhang Ye's poem to my children. I never expected it to not have any cultural value. Isn't this harming others? Harming me is fine, but don't mislead my children!"

"Zhang! Get lost from of the field of poetry!"

"Get lost! There is no need for you!"

"To think I liked Zhang Ye's poems in the past. Hai, it’s so disappointing!"

A few of Zhang Ye's original fans were steered by Meng Dongguo and a few authors and poets, as they began to complain!

However, there were people who insisted on supporting Zhang Ye. However, soon, they drowned in those people's spit. They had no chance to talk!

Zhang Ye felt sourness in his heart. He was also very distressed. That was the popularity that he had worked hard to obtain. But just because of their few words, it was being scattered away. Even those who supported Zhang Ye's poems were no longer that firm in their beliefs. After all, with so many professional Teachers and famous authors and poets collectively denying Zhang Ye's worth, people would all have second thoughts as to whether his poem was really good.

Even his fans were scolding him. Zhang Ye's fists clenched tightly.

Zhang Yuanqi said indifferently, "This is what the circle is like. You have to get used to others. If not..."

"Then what's the ‘if not’?" Zhang Ye asked for advice.

Zhang Yuanqi said coldly, "...If not, make others get used to you."

Zhang Ye thought for a while and, after digesting Zhang Yuanqi's words, he was no longer angry. Seeing the cursing or disappointed fans, Zhang Ye posted a message on Weibo.

It was a response!

A response from one to all!

Zhang Yuanqi was by his side, reading. As she saw Zhang Ye type one word after another, her gaze changed for the first time. There was a brilliance in her eyes!

Zhang Ye had written this.

"See me, or not. There will I stay, no sorrow, nor joy."

"Miss me, or not. There will affection lay, no immersion, nor dispersion."

"Love me, or not. There will love remain, no more, nor less."

"Follow me, or not. In your hand is mine, no discarding, nor departure."

"Come to me, or give me your heart to dwell in."

"Love with serenity. Rejoice in silence."

This was an old poem. Why so? Because according to the poem's age, it was actually quite old in Zhang Ye's world. It was not very famous at all until the movie, "If You Are the One 2" was released. It then became famous. Even the drama, "Palace" had used it as lyrics for its ending song. Later on, someone said that this poem was composed by Tsangyang Gyatso. Actually it wasn't. There was even a copyright lawsuit. The original author of the poem was Tashi Lam, Dodo? The original name of the poem was "The Silence of Vadjra Guru Pema" and also "See Me or Not".

Some people might question whether a love poem like this would be suitable in this situation.

It was precisely that many people were not sure. This poem was not a love poem at all. It had nothing to do with love. This poem's inspiration came from his world's Guru Rinpoche's famous words, "I have never abandoned people who believed in me, or even those who did not believe in me. Although they will not see me, my children will forever be protected by my compassion." This poem expressed the Guru's neither clinging, nor abandoning love for his disciples. It had nothing to do with romantic love.

It was perfectly apt for Zhang Ye to use it as a response!

Maybe he was not as noble as the original authors, but it currently represented his feelings!

Regardless of people who like me staying or leaving me.

I will be right here, neither clinging, nor abandoning, neither sad, nor happy!


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!

This is a critique of someone else's writing from my class. It starts with all of the poems, which are quite beautiful and emotional. It is clearly indicated where my critique starts. I hope you enjoy this as I certainly did.

lonely love.

you seemed so sweet, so innocent and pure.
you seemed to be the guy i was longing for.
the world saw us as friends, nothing more.
but to my broken heart, you were the only cure.

letters that contained our love for each other,
were thrown away, as if you were never my lover.
words meant for me, became meant for another.
we did things that i wouldn't even tell my mother.

kisses all over my neck and chest,
punches and slaps coming right and left.
never a night of peaceful rest,
yet i convinced myself it was for the best.

when you asked, i gave you ever piece of me.
even when you didn't, i'd just let it be.
there was never a moment where i felt free.
but i loved you so much, i just couldn't see.

then the night came where you decided to leave..
why did you have to leave so abruptly?
you told me it was never going to work out between us.
this is all my fault. it's all my fault…


up to you.

i feel like im always complaining..
and that bad things are usually my fault.
this feeling is burning through me,
raining fire, brimstone, and salt.

my heart is tearing me apart
from all the confusion and sadness.
but to them my heart is just a heart
to fill with all of their madness.

maybe i am too nice,
and maybe i can't say no.
but i guess i chose this life,
i mean, where else can i go?


you're delusional

you had me at hello,
and there was no turning back.
a smile, with such a glow,
i thought it was what i had lacked.

you told me to lighten up,
and maybe laugh a bit.
so i blindly remained stuck,
listening to all of your instructions.

what you wanted me to do,
was seen as terribly wrong.
but i thought i trusted you,
so i silently played along.

the smiling guy i had once knew,
was for sure far gone.
i would no longer dance,
to your twisted, sick song.

every single day,
i was under your control.
but i break free to say,
you're absolutely delusional.


spirit of fear.

clouded mind,
under the sheets.
tears falling down,
as night reaches its peak.

in public, in pain.
or alone in the rain.
my hurt takes a form,
that some call "insane".

i try to conceal
the things that i feel.
by smiling and laughing
i hope i will heal.

but my mind is so blank,
even when i write songs.
where do crazy people,
like me, belong?

i would run away,
but i'm broke and alone.
and this is the only place
i've ever called home.

i'm only okay when i'm by myself,
not caring for my body, my brain, or my health.
knowing i'm nothing, and help no one around,
as much as i scream, no one will hear a sound.


adrift.

i'm no longer in touch with reality.
my mind is adrift, but some would say free.
i'm starting to forget everyone's faces,
eyes and lips have become blank spaces.

i don't know anything or anyone.
and sitting in the dark, alone, becomes fun.
ignorance doesn't bother me anymore,
my mind is cold, and so is my core.

i walk all alone, with my head down low.
still smiling, even though i have no one to show,
still laughing, even though no one's told a joke,
and crying, because my mind is as cloudy as smoke.


honestly?

letting people walk all over me,
and use me to their will.
ill say "no" and "please stop",
but through it all, i'm unheard still.

no one wants to hear me talk
about the good, the bad, and the sad.
they cover their ears, and shut their eyes,
and forget about the pain i've had.

but that's okay, smiles on my face,
oh man, she can really act.
but the scars on my wrists,
and the tears in my eyes,
prove my story as a fact.


so greedy.

i felt like a pretty girl today,
just for a moment though.
thinking someone could actually like me,
there may be more to me than i know.

when compliments come, i reject them,
and shy myself away.
but compliment, after compliment,
the more i hear, i want to stay.

these kind words get to my head,
so when i don't hear them i feel ugly.
i allowed myself to believe such pretty lies,
how could i think anyone could ever love me?


trust.

i've made this mistake way too many times.
i've lost everything that i once called "mine."
my friendships, my boyfriends, my reasons to care.
my happiness has gone completely elsewhere.

my confiding in people has been covered by lies,
but no one would know because i've silenced my cries.
"just hold it in, you're almost to you room".
soon to let my thoughts consume me like fiery fumes.

if i say the rights things, and word it just the right way,
people will think that i'm better. that i'm really okay.
but i'm slowly getting worse, wearing a permanent mask.
and if i ever feel fine, it doesn't last.

It hurts to pretend, yet i do it so much.
I smile and i wink, adding a personal touch.
But as the saying goes, eyes are the window to the soul.
And my eyes show that my heart has a gaping, black hole.

-Start of my critique-

Dear S*******,

Overall, your writing does an amazing job at conveying emotions to the reader. As someone who has gone through similar pains and struggles in the past, I personally felt touched by this. I commend your bravery in putting this type of thing out there for others to see. Bravo. I will now break my evaluations down by poem. One thing, please excuse the improper use of pronouns if it does apply. I did not remember what you specified and I mean no offense by it.

The first poem you wrote was Lonely Love. When I read it, it was as if I could feel the pain that who I presumed was your ex caused you. I also had an ex-boyfriend who was quite neglectful. He never physically abused me but the mental is also bad. The line that really spoke to me was "But I loved you so much, I just couldn't see." Being blinded by love and other strong emotions can really cripple us. I once wrote a piece about fear and it conveys a similar message about being blinded by it. The last thing I have to say regarding this poem was the concluding stanza. The chaos and heartbreak in those four lines really expressed the confusion and pain that people feel when they are abruptly cut off from the one they thought they loved. One thing I believe could have contributed to improving this poem is adding a perspective of how he would approach you. Being able to have the reader see the experience of how he would greet you to add to the facade that blinded you would make for a much more comprehensive visual. However, this was a splendid work nonetheless.

The second poem was Up to You. It was difficult for me to determine what the actual theme or message was in this poem but I feel that I related to it in my own way. Through my depression and ADHD, I have always complained and blamed things that were out of my control. Then on top of that, I had always been a sort of therapist figure for my friends, even though I was too blind to solve my own issues. The part that piqued my interest was the concluding stanza. It really expressed the feeling that you are great for other people to lean on but can't even lean on yourself. 

The next poem was You're Delusional. I believe a better name for this poem would have been Sociopath. This term fits the theme much better. The description of the manipulation was masterful and abstract. Sociopaths are those who manipulate others for their own gains without care for other people's well being.

The proceeding poem was Spirit of Fear. I hadn't noticed it previously but I like how you switched up the flow in the poems in terms of rhyming. It made each poem read differently. As I read through this poem in particular, I was able to imagine the sound of torrential rain outside my window. I felt the chills and coldness of loneliness and despair. The facade that conceals your emotions also contributed to the feeling. It almost made me feel as if you were holding an umbrella during a storm while already soaking wet.

The next poem was called Adrift. I read this poem as if the person in question was a desensitized and lost soul, adrift in the void of solitude. The facial features of others dissolving from your memory really pushed forward that idea of being lost and not knowing how to get back on your path. It was a very interesting way to put it.

The next poem was named Honestly? I wasn't entirely sure how to read this poem but I decided that it made the most sense coming from a survivor of sexual violence. Whether it be ****, sexual assault, sexual harassment, physical abuse, any of those could be the source of this despair. Victims often don't get the support they need. Many people don't even understand sexual assault in the first place. I was in that position a long time ago. My first sexual experience was me being assaulted and I didn't even know until years later. The line, "Oh man, she can really act," really struck a chord with me. It would seem that putting up a facade is a common theme in your poems and it really provides a window into the pain behind that forced smile. I believe this poem would have been a bit better if the angle that you were coming from when writing this was a bit more clear as I am still unsure as to whether I read it correctly or not.'

The next poem was So Greedy. This poem really hit upon human nature and how it has developed in current times. Today, people crave the approval of others, constantly posting, showing off, and seeking that attention. Even negative attention can often fill that void to make people feel good about themselves. The last line, "How could I think anyone could ever love me?" was an interesting way of lifting the facade to expose the reality that hosts the delusions.

The last poem was Trust. This is a common sentiment that a lot of people who have been hurt by others have. Being unable to trust people yields anxiety and depression. I have felt this way many times. I have become cold and heartless in my pursuit of love, only opening up when I feel that someone is worthy. Unfortunately, even those that are worthy will often rip your heart out and leave an even bigger void than before. A line in the song Without You by The Kid Laroi really sums this up for me. "You ripped out a piece of me and now I bleed internally left here without you…" My one critique for this poem is that there could have been some better verbiage used in specific spots. One example I will give is the line, "My friendships, my boyfriends, my reasons to care." This line could have been ten times better if you used the word "lovers" rather than "boyfriends." This would accomplish a few things. First, it would improve the flow of the line, making it read and sound better. Secondly, it would make it so that anyone could relate to it rather than being turned off by the fact that it is from the perspective of a heartbroken girl. Lastly, having the word "friend" be said twice in the same line just doesn't read that well. The message came across just fine but "lover" would have sounded better. Overall, I really liked the poem and this one spoke to me personally just like the first one.

You did a great job on these poems. The overall critique I would have is to work on your verbiage in some places. Other words would fit better in those places to just read back your stuff and make sure that everything sounds good when you read it aloud. I do sincerely hope I get another chance to read some of your work.

-Alec Newman

This is just a collection of some random stuff I write. There is no rhyme or reason to them so don't expect them to be related to each other. Each chapter will be a different piece. Some might be long, some might just be a few lines. It is just a place for me to be able to look back at the stuff I play around with in terms of writing and I thought I'd let others access that place.

Jun Yinglian was getting angrier and angrier as she thought deeply about it, but then the anger vanished all of a sudden... However, she was yet to calm down!

In the young man's eyes, she saw tenderness, love, guilt, affection, pain, sorrow, happiness…

Almost all emotions could be found in those deep eyes.

They were a pair of determined eyes!

She was shocked, then she abruptly stopped rushing forward.

- Hooo! -

Meanwhile, the hawk landed about ten meters ahead of her like an arrow. It cooed and swung its wings. It seemed it was gloating that it could catch up with Jun Yinglian, a dominant cultivator in the world.

Ye Xiao slowly got off the hawk.

He gently tapped Hawky's head.

The hawk nodded and flew up to the sky again after making a few sounds…

[You don't need me to stay. Okay. There is a vast mountain over there. I should go and check if there is anything valuable…]

…

Ye Xiao stood in front of Jun Yinglian. Suddenly, he was filled with all kinds of emotions. He felt like it had been forever since they last met each other. His lips started to quiver.

Jun Yinglian frowned and asked him, "Are you Young Lord Ye? What do you want? Is anything wrong that you have to chase after me in a hurry? Didn't I make everything clear back there?"

Although she was not angry with him now, she didn't want to mention the name Ye Xiao, which was exactly the same name as Xiao Monarch. She only called him Young Lord Ye or referred to him as Ye Nantian's son.

For Jun Yinglian, the name Ye Xiao only belonged to one person!

Since Xiao Monarch was no longer alive, the name should disappear too!

No one deserved the same name as him!

…

"There is indeed something that I need to talk to you, Fairy." Ye Xiao took a deep breath to calm himself down.

"Go ahead then," Jun Yinglian spoke indifferently. As she spoke coldly, it sounded like she was driving everybody away.

Ye Xiao smiled bitterly and said, "Lian… Fairy Jun, I wonder if you have ever heard of a poem before."

Jun Yinglian didn't respond. She just waited for Ye Xiao to go on talking. She looked blank and indifferent. It seemed she was not interested in this conversation at all.

Ye Xiao continued, "It is a poem…"

"Ruthless heaven's will promises no flat and smooth life path; In this hopeful mundane world, I would like to be lost in my own madness. I regret that I let you be solitary; If there is a next life, I promise I will accompany you to travel the world."

Ye Xiao raised his head and stared at Jun Yinglian. His voice was shaking. "Fairy Jun, have you heard of this poem?"

Heard of it? She actually knew it with all her heart!

When Ye Xiao started to say the first line, Jung Yinglian began to shake. She raised up her head and stared at Ye Xiao's face. When he finished, her eyes were already red and full of tears.

She was shaking like a delicate flower, but that was going to wither in the rainstorm at any second. Her lips became pale as tears shined in her eyes. "Who are you?"

"Who am I?" Ye Xiao bitterly smiled and said, "Fairy Jun, how many people do you think know the poem?"

Jun Yinglian was shaking while biting her lips—she didn't utter a single word.

Many people knew about the latter part of the poem. She had hung a picture with the two lines on it on the wall of her room. She used to read it every day.

A lot of people in Sky Ice Palace had seen it, including her sister disciples, maids, friends like Bing Xinyue…

They all knew the latter two lines.

However, there were only two people who knew the first part!

One was Jun Yinglian herself, while the other was Xiao Monarch!

Xiao Monarch, Ye Xiao!

Jun Yinglian had never forgotten the first part of the poem. She wouldn't. The first part of the poem was much more important to her than the latter.

Because it was stated the reason why Ye Xiao rejected her!

'Ruthless heaven's will promises no flat and smooth life path.'

That was true. The heavens never showed mercy. Although everybody had the chance to get on the flat and smooth road, only one of a billion people could stay on the path for a lifetime. Those who had already entered a path should keep working in full effort to keep staying on it forever. That was a clear explanation.

'In this hopeful mundane world, I would like to be lost in my own madness.'

It meant Xiao Monarch had the lady in his heart because, after all, they were all mortals in the mundane world. However, he chose to be a loner because that was the only way he could keep himself moving forward on the path to heaven's nature…

'I regret that I let you be solitary.'

He made such a decision, which broke her heart…

'If there is a next life, I promise I will accompany you to travel the world.'

That was his sincere apology.

It should be something that would never happen.

Ye Xiao stared at Jun Yinglian sentimentally.

Jun Yinglian took a deep breath and, suddenly, sharp killing intent filled her eyes. "Who are you?"

"Who am I?" Ye Xiao smiled bitterly. "I am Ye Xiao."

"I know your name… I am asking who you are!" Jun Yinglian was suddenly covered in an aura of murderous cold qi. Her beautiful hand was already placed on the handle of her sword. Her eyes were shining with cold lights.

In fact, to kill a young man who had just reached Dao Origin Stage, she didn't need to use a sword. However, she still put her hand on the sword because she was utterly furious at the moment!

In her heart, this Ye Xiao was not the Ye Xiao in her heart. There was something this new Ye Xiao should never know!

[Even though you have his name, you are not him!]

"Don't you know who I am even after hearing what I said? I am Ye Xiao!" Ye Xiao stared at Jun Yinglian in the eyes. "Xiao Monarch, Ye Xiao!"

"Heh, heh…" Jun Yinglian laughed horribly and indifferently.

Two months earlier, she might choose to trust him. The poem was a secret between only Xiao Monarch and her. It was an absolute proof indeed!

However, she didn't believe it now!

After that fake Xiao Monarch's sneaky shows in the earlier days, she realized those guys were able to simulate Xiao Monarch in the voice, face, emotions, facial expression, behavior, even martial art… She nearly believed it even though she was the person who knew Xiao Monarch the best. She now thought somehow somebody knew everything about Xiao Monarch!

Now there was another!

She didn't know why, but this young man knew the poem… Maybe somebody in Sky Ice Palace heard the poem when she was talking in a dream when she missed Ye Xiao.

That was possible!

She looked confused in the eyes, but from deep inside her eyes, a strong killing intent was rising up.

It was unstoppable!

…

















Ye Xiao was a superior cultivator in his previous life. The three factions of the Qing-Yun Realm killed millions of people every time they attempt to seize cultivation resources. Wealthy towns turn to wastelands in just a single night. They covered up their crime with assertion that the towns were suffering from pestilence and disasters.
They forcibly held all the resources for cultivation, monopolized all valuable practice materials, and kept outsiders from cultivating so that only their three factions could cultivate in the realm. Ye Xiao declared war against the three factions in retaliation of their actions. He fought alone and ended up dying in vain. However, he is reborn into the mortal body of a 16 year-old boy. He will use the powers he cultivated in his last life and slaughter his way back into the Qing-Yun Realm. The story begins!
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Release Rate: 14 Chapters/Week; 1 chapter from Monday to Saturday, and 8 chapters every Sunday.

One of every life process: create layers. Someone tells this the aura, what surrounds you. That humor is sucked in at first contact.
What had to be separated is done, but externally. One can mutate like a chameleon and be the color of the environment and adapt under the circumstances.
Personally, on the inside, what you keep in your heart, what instinctively drives you, what unconsciously motivates you, what makes you irrational. Have you already detected it? Can you change it now?
On the second day we concluded that there is, to continue deepening until separating more things. What is oppressing you, above you. And what is pulling, under you.
The earth is extensive from the change and on it remembers there is a first heaven, a second heaven and a third heaven. In these heavens, degrees of internal conflict are managed to change resulting in degrees of overcoming, such as: sensitivity, awareness and regeneration.
One can feel like a child again. It even seems that our skin rejuvenates, when our inner being is in harmony with his Creator and with everything created.
(… Meanwhile, it was put together: a chat of literary girls)
—You found out: What are those two, Bierny and your Xuli 'Latroso' up to? Nalexa said jokingly to Alondra.
—Ay, little sister of my heart, don't call my Xuli like that. I know, she wanted to be smart with me, in the end she got what she deserved and I have to shut up the past, because I have it back. I really don't know: How to help him? It's that I love him so much. Alondra said, clearing some friction; and taming the facts, she added:
—No sign, though, I found in one of his pockets: a crumpled paper with a poem a little strange to me. I will read it for you. But promise that you will not cheat eh, because it sounds like heartbreak or family problems. Could it be that any of his friends will be involved in these tasks? "Explained her first point of view, Lark."
"I'm all ears," Nalexa said.
—Listen, and tell me please: What do you understand? because I recognize that it is his letter. But: since when did he become a poet? Said Alondra, and proceeded to recite the poem:
Title: Andanzas del Amar:
For walking slowly,
my heart was ripped out ...
She goes to the park to run among the flowers.
I sowed: Roses, and she waited for them to grow in our garden.
 
She would ask my friends for advice on growing flowers.
She was waiting with them for the first seeds:
Are there so many seeds to choose from?
I expected the ones with a good color and the best home scent.
 
Yes: She leaves, and you stay,
then all of yours want to leave too ...
And if: she returns, and there is no one.
What do you do to yourself
You bought her house for her ...
The car for the children to take them to school.
You planted the flowers to keep it there.
Didn't you think she rains hard !?
You didn't notice the stars
In the times of love.
Is love no longer routine?
The swaying of their paths announce them in endless networks!
Disconnected from the virtual world: I lost!
"It's crystal clear, he's referring to you: Alondra," Nalexa said, broadening her interpretations. Quoting: The swaying of their paths are announced in endless networks! Disconnected from the virtual world: I lost! -Indeed:
—Alondra: you stop into social networks and Xuli: not one of those struggles. Xuli prefers melee confrontation. - Placing a happy face, a sign that it was funny what was revealed.
"You're right, deep down," said Alondra. So: What is she trying to say, apart from our misconduct?
"I think I know the heart of the matter," Nalexa said, "Quoting: 'I sowed: Roses, and I waited for them to grow in our garden." You can tell that your man is going to settle down. That he is going to let himself be guided. That he wants to make a home with you. And that he is letting go of his fears so as not to lose in the attempt.
"That is formidable." That's my man. I knew I could trust him, deep down he is like a child afraid of losing himself in my arms ... "He sketched: Alondra," a short poem. Adding, to the already composed:
Stopping to Love.
You're my man.
I knew that he could trust you
deep down you are like a child afraid of getting lost in my arms ...
"How to say I get it !?
And that in this pilgrimage: We will go together hand in hand!
I will not be, but the seed,
That your hands chose for our garden.
And I will wait for the rain of your fears
And I will wait for the clouds of your games,
And we will play to wallow without end. Until it takes root.
And I'll wait for your river
If I am stone I will roll to your waves, to your slope I will be:
Molded: until you calm down.
On the shore I will be the sign of a new dawn.
Each kiss will be the reflection of the sap that is in you.
Each mirror will repeat the advice on a sheet.
And even if the wind picks up ...
Until the storm formed ...
I will be the branch that takes care of giving you shade.
And I will be the flower and the fruit and I will be a bird:
And I will have wings to dwell closer until I am honey to you.
You are the honeycomb, you will be the tree, the house you dreamed of having.
 
"And how will we do it?" To deliver it to him, "Nalexa observed. Without ceasing to be surprised by the exposed poem, with great sincerity.
-Tell me or you. Alondra demanded. "I did my part."
-It's okay! Let's serve something to eat. And let's have a soda. In a while, ideas to make a good delivery will come.
 After a while, more relaxed and ready to find an ingenious idea to deliver the poem.
-I got it! She screamed: Nalexa: "That Xuli liked her, on Bierny's birthday: Do you remember?"
"Sure! But that cake was made by you for Bierny." Said Alondra.
"Ah, but Xuli repeated: twice," he clarified: Nalexa. We prepare one of the two, so the gift of friendship will be more sincere, in the middle of the cake, and inside a bag: the poem will be.
"The message won't be very direct." Alondra exclaimed.
-Unlike. Instead of walking around looking for advice in which holes like a rabbit. Better that I say it to you, at once. This is how they learn to get along. To deal with yourselves. They smooth your rough edges in time and improve your "marital" relationship. Nalexa argued.
—It's like this: Right !? Said Alondra.

The series begins with a girl, who creates a non-human kingdom (See: Ideas that when dreaming: They wake up!)

This kingdom is vegetal, animal and pro-human by metamorphosis, it has a fight on land with 4 other kingdoms: Caterpillars, Fungi, Wasps and Humans (See: Prays XHuman)

The girl has grown up and cares about ecology; and the characters initiate a connection of the non-human world with the human world because they contaminate a Bay. Pollution that gives rise to Covid-19, Covid-20 and Covid-21 (human self-destruction / non-human self-defense?)
This causes a Metamorphosis on the part of the Creator and the Prays is now transmigrated to Human (See: Vallemar)

The girl remembers a problem in her cousin's family with drug aspects and the cousin is now Bierny, this character falls in love, but at the same time suffers a scam by Jack Latro, with the BitCoin in the pyramid mode ( See: BitLove)

Bierny is transmigrated to Vallemar and both (bipolar / human and pro-human characters) fall in love with Nalexa. Nalexa has a sister named Alondra. Alondra falls in love with Xuli Latro who has been adopted by Jack Latro and specialized in Espionage, Hitman, and Finance.

Bierny must mentor Xuli Latro to help him in his relationship with Alondra otherwise he will lose his marriage. There is a cycle of seven days for the change of project of life, character and personality; otherwise they will fall into a cycle of repetitions that the Creator has established for the bad guys; at the end a flood will eliminate everything created: Who will be saved? (Read: The Creator Of Seven Games)

GenX
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Comprising: BitLove: (WPC # 160, Ranking: 2, Plate)
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Seven books are connected and aligned with the slogans:
Prays XHuman (military, kingdom no human)
WFP # 32 (White Sea School)
WPC # 160 (BitLove)
WFP # 34 (7 Creator Games)

Loram "My Brother"

Jule "My Slav- my friend"

After the 'moving' conversation they want to the school 

The first class that Jule has is English and it's was Jule favorite class Why is simple 

Jule 'Ms.Canli is so hot'😤

Ms.Canli  "Good morning class today's assignment is simple and really fun"

Jule "We are going to sleep 😃?"

Ms. Canli " No we are not"

All class "Buuu"

Ms.Canli "Today's assignment is to create a poem"

Student A "It's has to be from a book or our own?"

Ms. Canli "Your own"

Jule was not really the creative type and much less a poetry so to him this was really tought 

Jule 'Hmmm what kind of poem should I made I can't think of anything good'

System [O woo you can't think about anything so weiiird🤭]

Jule 'Shut up and see how a made a great poem'

System [Yea sure you are going to leave me shocked]

Jule 'So you don't believe ah, than do you want to bet'

System [Sure bring on bicht]

Jule 'If I make a poem that can shock the teacher and I win Than you have to level up all my martial arts to level 10'

System [And if you lose all your martial arts are going back to level 0]

Jule 'Deal'

Since he was at it Jule also bet with Loram and it's a simple bet

Jule "The one with the worse poem has to run nude in the school campus"

Loram "Deal"

See a simple bet, right?

And just like that like that they started writing the poems 

Jule 'Hmm I need inspiration, inspiration agh I can thin of anything'

Jule was empty he couldn't think of anything special but than he remembered 

Jule 'Special? Interesting? Amusing?'

Jule 'Pffff ahah I am really stupid don't I already experience those things myself?'

Jule 'Yea That is right so think about what have you done the people that you had humiliated and how good it felt'

And Jule was Finally inspired 

The poem 

In the hottest day that I ever experienced I was walking with only frien while thinking about myself 

All the time fooling around never thinking about the past 

When we parted ways I passed by the park and what I see make me think
'Damn what a hot girl' while my mouth was wide open

And since that day I started thinking 'To be with such a hot girl I need to be a hot guy'

And I accomplished that goal and now I am that hot guy that girls talk about but it not enough because I want to have more fun.

End

Jule 'I should name this poem 'the rise of the loser' good name, right'

System [Hey host is not fair doesn't matter how I see it this really I going to shock the teacher but in a different way]

Ms. Calin "Okay everybody it's time to turn in your poems"

Ten minutes later 

[All your martial arts skills have level up to 10]

System [Danm it]

Jule "Hahahah"

Jule "Loram show me you poem to see which of us win the bet"

Loram "Ah well you know my poem is a little weird"

Loram poem 

No food, no life

No water, no life 

If there is no happiness there is no life

And the most Important of all

No porn, no life 


Jule 'Thanks god the bet I did with was about the best poem and no the most insane one because I would have lost'

Jule "I win "

Loram "Please Don't made Run naked in the school I bed you "

Jule couldn't see his best friend like that so he gave two simple but difficult options 

Jule "Loram you are my friend so I will give two options 1 If you don't run naked I wouldn't give you my porn collection 2 if you run I will give to you"

See simple options  but really difficult 

Loram "Number 2"

But to some people is really easy to decide and not necessarily the best option 

System [Even I am shocked of how quickly he decided]

Jule 'Bi kidding'

Jule 'Well better stop the joke here even if I am a sadist I don't want my only friend to go to jail'

Jule "Hey Loram you do-"

Before Jule could finish his sentence Loram was already outside without clothes 

Girls "haaaaaaasaaaa a pervert call the police "

Jule "Fuckkkkkk!"

One day our Jule Beltra  founds a S&M Magazine and when he touched the magazine ir disappeared in the next moment  he heared a voice in his head 

[Congratulations you are the new host of the perfect sadist system]

"Ahh!!!! What the??”

Follow the story of Jule and watch how he becomes a all powerful being.... and sadistic man


This is my first novel so please write any comments that can help me thank you

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