" I just want to express my feelings through poetry "


hey guys I just want to share my personal Spoken poetry or spoken word hope you like it

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 Bamnieellandmic

Like music and art, poetry not guided by faith captivates the heart and desensitizes us to the revelation of Allah - the Qur'an. If poetry is based on faith it is acceptable, but if it is not it becomes idleness and rot to our minds. Prophet Muhammad said, "The most truthful word ever spoken by an Arab poet is the saying of Labid: 'Everything besides Allah is in vain.'" (Sahih Muslim)

A cold light flashed through Ling Tian’s eyes, as he spoke, "Chen’er, go and put out his fire!"
Ling Chen nodded in agreement as she stood up. Facing XiMen Qing, a look of disdain could be seen within her eyes as she thought, How could this sort of person receive the title of gifted scholar?
Her cherry red lips lightly moved as she recited without even glancing at XiMen Qing, "Rosy sky, rosy clouds, rosy skies amidst rosy clouds, sky is eternal, clouds are eternal!"
The moment this lower phrase was spoken, the entire area went silent. Not only was the lower phrase well executed, there was even a hint of an artistic expression! The surprising thing about this was the fact that this lower phrase was an absolute phrase; while XiMen Qing’s phrase was a result of his careful pondering, he might not even be able to match it to this absolute lower phrase. In this arena, all of them knew of this theory, so how could they not be shocked!
After a long while, sounds of applause rang out from the audience, continuing long without stopping!
XiMen Qing unfolded the fan he carried, lightly waving it twice as though emphasizing his elegance, the corner of his mouth curling up in a friendly smile as he praised, "A perfectly matched, fine work! This lady’s talent really leaves XiMen Qing breathless! This XiMen Qing will gladly retreat in face of your prowess, but before that, could I have the name of this Miss here? I believe that with your talent you should already be famous worldwide!
Ling Chen retorted icily, "This little girl’s name is not worth mentioning, and as for talent, that’s even more not worth bringing up. To be able to speak something of this caliber, what’s there to be proud of? Young noble XiMen is clearly exaggerating my achievements."
While Ling Chen’s words sounded like she was being humble, it was actually a means to put XiMen Qing down! Her words were indirectly saying that he had no standard, and came out with such a simple couplet to showcase his lack of literary talent simply to fish for compliments! Ling Chen had long reached her limit on how XiMen Qing was so openly against Ling Tian, and thus did not hold back on her words!
The moment she spoke, an uproar sounded through the entire arena!
Ling Chen only intended to insult XiMen Qing, but her words just now had the unintended effect of offending all those present!
All those present felt that this peerless beauty had over-exaggerated the facts a little. In the upper section of the couplet which XiMen Qing had recited previously, even after exhausting all of their efforts and ingenuity, they were unable to think of anything suitable. That already went to show how high the difficulty was. Even if this phrase were to be termed as unsolvable, it would be accepted by the masses.
This lady might have the necessary talent and happened to be able to answer it, but to actually say that it was too easy a couplet, wasn't this as good as saying that all the people gathered here were incomparable to one woman?
Based on Ling Chen’s intellect, it was impossible for her to have such a slip of the tongue. However, the continuous criticism that XiMen Qing had directed towards Ling Tian was beyond the pale for Ling Chen. Just like how Ling Tian’s reverse scale was Ling Chen herself, how could Ling Chen not have Ling Tian as hers?
But coming back to the topic, even if she said this, with her intellect, it wasn’t too far off!
XiMen Qing’s face hardened as he snapped his fan shut and coldly spoke, "To speak as such, it seems like this lady is quite the exaggerating one! Even if you have the talent, how could you look down on the various heroes of the world like that? Is this the attitude of the world famous Ling Family?"
Ling Tian interjected at this time, "Look at who’s spitting bullsh*t, dragging the various heroes into the picture just because of a lass! Young noble XiMen is really good at telling jokes! Furthermore, with such a superficial upper verse, you even dare to brag it as exquisite. The moment someone manages to answer it you fly into a rage because of the humiliation! Is this the attitude and bearing a noble is supposed to have? Is this what the XiMen family teaches? This is the famed first-rate education of the XiMen Family? This is the elegant bearing of the number one scholar? I spit on that! This is what I call having no sense of shame!"
His words were sharp and piercing, not leaving even a shred of face for the entire XiMen aristocratic family as well as XiMen Qing! The disdain in his words was obvious for all to hear!
XiMen Qing was totally unable to restrain his anger any longer, and with a swift turn of his head, he viciously faced Ling Tian and spat out, "Since young noble Ling has spoken thus, you must be an exemplary version of a young noble, unrivaled under heavens! This XiMen Qing would like to beg for your teachings!"
Ling Tian only snorted once, replying with a tone of disdain, "I don’t see myself as unrivaled, but against a kid like you, this young noble won’t have any problems."
XiMen Qing stared daggers at him with bloodshot eyes, his previous refined bearing nowhere to be seen. He spit out word by word, "I’m waiting for your enlightening remarks!"
That upper verse was something XiMen Qing had coincidentally came across, and even after racking his brains he still wasn't able to think of a matching couplet. He thought that since he was unable to think of the matching verse that it had to be a dead end and that all the scholars would definitely also find it hard to find a matching verse. However, little did he expect that when he wanted to show off, there came a lass from nowhere who easily paired it up, even causing him to be ridiculed by Ling Tian! This caused the rage to build up in XiMen Qing, almost driving him nuts, so why would he still care about any scholarly bearing?!
To match the verse was already an exceedingly difficult matter, to make it a rhyming couplet would be beyond the level of mortals! In order to keep whatever remaining face he had, XiMen Qing couldn't care any further!
Ling Tian only let out a loud laugh as he replied, "What’s the difficulty in making another?! Listen carefully, my lower verse is ‘Hear the rain pavilions, Hear the rain falling, I hear the rain falling in the rain pavilion, midnight in the rain pavilions, the raindrops fall at midnight.’ How is it?" XiMen Qing’s expression turned pale at this, swaying on the spot.
As it turns out, Ling Tian’s matching couplet was a level higher than Ling Chen’s! While ‘Poetic Stage, Poetry Talent’ was one of reality, Ling Chen’s ‘Rosy Sky, Rosy Clouds’ gave off an ethereal feeling. The antithesis was sound in her couplet, but if one were to delve further, Ling Tian’s ‘Hear the rain pavilions, Hear the rain falling’ was above it by a notch!
Ling Tian smirked as he dropped another bomb, "If you aren’t satisfied, I can give another! ‘A book pavilion, a book rustling, a book rustling in a book pavilion, book pavilions are eternal, book rustlings are eternal’. How is that? ‘Admiring the snowcaps, admiring the snowfall, admiring the snowfall while admiring the snowcaps, snowcaps of ten millennia, snowfall of ten millennia’. Hahaha, or would you prefer this oriental style more?"
XiMen Qing’s face turned a deathly white, unable to even let out a sound.
The corners of Ling Tian’s mouth now turned upwards in a teasing smile as he spoke, "Young noble XiMen, this one here also has a couplet, would it be ok if I display my mediocre skill?"
XiMen Qing’s face changed, though swayed, he was still certain of his own knowledge, and confidently replied, "Please bestow it!"
Ling Tian gave a light smile as he recited, "This is actually quite simple, my upper verse is ‘Listening for the rain pavilion, listening for the rain speaking, listening for the rain pavilion while listening to the rain speaking’!"
XiMen Qing’s face changed at this sentence. Ling Tian had purposely chosen a phrase to cause him to stumble! Ling Tian had already spoken a total of three phrases, but XiMen Qing actually couldn't come out with a sentence to reply his upper verse!
The audience went into uproar once again. Based on the rules, XiMen Qing giving out his ‘Poetry Stage, Poetry Talent’ without a matching couplet was not at all excessive, but to think that he actually couldn't match someone else’s verse, this was something unacceptable!
XiMen Qing was also someone used to thinking fast, and his face regained his composure as he replied, "As the saying goes, coming up with one is easy, but a pair difficult. From this, we can already see how much of a genius brother Ling is! But we’ve already gone through this genre too many times, and it is no longer beneficial, so we shouldn’t harp on this sort of poetry any longer!"
While his words sounded nice, but there were no fools in this crowd. Everyone knew that XiMen Qing had resorted to such a tactic because he was unable to answer the couplet!
Ling Tian laughed coldly in response, "It seems like brother XiMen couldn’t be bothered to answer my couplet. Indeed a good move, no wonder you’re the number one scholar of the XiMen Family!"
At the side, there were a few elderly scholars who were displaying their flamboyant calligraphy skills, penning down the above phrases that Ling Tian had just recited. Those who were interested gathered around the calligraphy, mulling over his verses, but the more they looked at it, the more they felt that Ling Tian’s verses were ingenious beyond words. Every single one of his verses was completely in sync with the upper verse, seemingly flawless beyond words, as though the god of poetry had personally come down for a visit, and they couldn't help but sigh in praise. To think that this infamous silkpant could actually be such a scholarly talent!
Xiao YanXue looked at the elegant and suave Ling Tian on stage, bursting with vigor and spirit, and couldn't help but rub her eyes in confusion. This, was this still the number one silkpant of Sky Bearing?
On the north side, inside the Heavenly Moon Chamber, a youth with delicate features mouthed the words of one of the lower verses Ling Tian had recited, unknowingly sighing deeply to himself. He took the piece of paper in front of him with the lower verse, ‘Viewing azure seas, viewing azure pines, viewing the azure pines and the azure sea, the infinite azure sea, the infinite azure pines’, and wadded it up, a look of shame on his face.
Based on his standard, while this ‘viewing azure sea, viewing azure pines’ was stable in the antithesis, compared to Ling Tian’s there was still a distance to go!
Ling Tian now turned his head and shouted across while smiling, "Mister, this disciple didn’t sully your reputation, right?"
Mister Qin stroked his beard and nodded his head, his face full of smiles.
The moment Ling Tian raised his voice, everybody’s attention focused on Mister Qin. The eyes of the audience were filled with admiration as well as praise to Mister Qin for having yet another prodigious disciple. Mister Qin's words were, however, full of humility as he said, "My disciple is young and rash, and thus does not display proper manners on this stage. When I go back, I will definitely take care of him!"
These words caused the various scholars to feel miffed as they thought, Just look at how you are grinning from ear to ear, it would be a wonder if you didn't praise him, let alone lecture him! Such a talent and you describe him as ‘young and rash, not displaying proper manners’! Aren’t you exaggerating a little too much?
However, to have such a talent, it would explain why Mister Qin would be so gratified. This was especially so when Ling Tian called him teacher in front of all the scholars present. While this may have seemed unbridled, all the elderly scholars present also wished that their disciples would be able to do the same so arrogantly, allowing them an extra few points of bragging rights!
XiMen Qing’s heart had long been hoping for Ling Tian to drop dead on the spot, and he could only force his face into a stiff smile, "Young noble Ling is indeed a dragon among men, XiMen Qing is thoroughly impressed!" While his mouth spoke thus, his heart was unbearably bitter about it.
Ling Tian carelessly replied, "Not at all, I know that young noble XiMen lost on purpose and you simply disdained to answer. This one merely passed the competition by a fluke, and I am actually still pretty terrified in my heart!" Hearing this, XiMen Qing’s face warped once more!
In the Heavenly Dream Chamber, Yu ManTian hollered out, "Good poetry! Indeed a good piece of poetry!" Then he grabbed the big piece of meat in front of him and took a huge bite, with grease overflowing from his mouth.


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Bryan's POV. 

I still can't get it out of my mind. The worry and the hate just seem to collide. How am I supposed to finish everything within 3 days? And now instead of doing the work, I'm out here eating with a bunch of people. Don't get me wrong, I love hanging out with them but I also just can't get rid of the presentation. Probably the reason why I can't enjoy the food even though it's free. 

I look at the two people in front of me. They look so oh lovey-dovey together. Since when did this happen? I thought its only Awi and Nicole, they didn't tell me that Dawn is also crushing so hard with this girl. Damn those eyes she gives to Sky. 

"Hey let us join in your conversation. Don't just leave us here behind" I said disrupting the two from their world 

"That's true cuz, spill the tea" Scarlet seconded 

"It's just nothing. We were just talking about spoken poetry" Dawn uttered 

"Okay, not interested" Xavier directly said which made us look at him 

"What?" he asked with a confused look in his eyes 

I can't believe he's too blunt for a guy but then again I don't want to be a sexist. Still, he shouldn't have said that as if it doesn't matter at all. Given Sky's reaction, I can tell that she loves the art. Good thing Dawn held her hands and so she gives a frigid smile and let Xavier continue to talk 

"Let's just talk about other things guys, okay?" he added 

"Agree," Scarlet said 

"Thank you! Finally, we're on the same page" Xavier said 

"Don't worry, we can talk about spoken poetry and any other literacy works after them" I heard Dawn whispered to Sky which earned a blush from the girl. 

"Then what should we talk about?" Awi asked, and we all think for a topic to tackle 

"How about we talk about the courses we took and what we do in life?" Nicole suggested 

Yeah right. Here we go with the damn courses. I don't even know if I want to talk about it. The damn deadline is just on my mind. I'm even surprised that I can still listen to them attentively while also thinking about the 3 days. 

"Oh, I hate talking about courses" I muttered without thinking 

"Why? It's fun though. We could learn more about each other. Studying accountancy in states made me missed a lot of changes in my friends. The lessons are quite challenging but it sure is worthy" Xavier uttered 

"Really?" Dawn said with excitement written all over her face 

"I mean, Awi and I are studying accountancy too but I find it difficult to the extent that I just hate attending the class sometimes" she added 

"Oh, I never thought that we are studying the same course. Though, in a different country," Xavier said with amazement at the newfound information 

"Aside from studying accountancy, do you have any hobbies that you do? Awi here like to enter in some dancing competitions as a hobby" Dawn said, interrogating the guy who's with Sky earlier 

"Really? You dance?" Nicole asked with disbelief, not expecting the girl to dance 

"It's just a hobby, I don't dance that much" Awi uttered 

For a second, I saw Nicole let out a sigh of relief. Maybe she doesn't want to date a dancer? Who knows 

"Well, I enjoy photography. I like to capture beautiful things" Xavier said while staring at Sky then smiled 

So is he having a crush on Sky? How about Dawn? Is this some kind of a love triangle? But they come together, who knows Xavier might be Sky's boyfriend without us knowing 'cause they're trying to hide it in secret 

"That's great. Scarlet here is a model. It would be great if the two of you could work on a project together" Dawn said, not caring about Xavier's stares at Sky 

Am I wrong? Is she not having a crush on Sky? Maybe I'll ask Awi later, she knows her other than anyone else. 

"No please, I don't want to work with an asshole," Scarlet bluntly said which made the atmosphere awkward 

They might hate each other but I'm pretty sure the guy was hurt by what Scarlet just said. After all, photography is just another passion of his. 

"How about you Nicole? What course did you apply to?" Awi asked, cutting off the silence 

"Oh, I'm currently studying engineering. It's both amazing and fun until you find yourself panicking because of the undone plates on your desk which have the same deadlines with different professors" she said and let out an awkward chuckle 

"How about you Sky? What are you studying?" I asked, curious to know her course 

"I'm studying literature. Days from now, our university will have its literacy week which I happen to be one of the contestants in the spoken poetry category" she said and gave a smile 

"It's great that you finally found the courage to enter in that kind of events," Nicole said to her friend 

"How about you Bryan? Which course did you take?" Sky asked, her blue orbs, looking at me 

"Yeah, I'm also curious. And care to explain about the bruises too, dude?" Xavier seconded 

I let out a deep sigh before answering them. Talking about courses just drain me down to the core 

"Well, I'm a law student. It's not that great especially with my situation today. And the bruises came from a bunch of assholes who beat me up" I said and took a sip of water 

"Why? What's so bad about being a law student?" Scarlet asked with curiosity written in her green eyes 

"It's not that bad. The project I have been working on failed and now I only have three days to revise and give our professor an excellent presentation" I explained 

"What kind of project is that? If you don't mind me asking" Scarlet said and took a sip of cola 

"Oh not at all. I need to make a problem or a scenario then choose the best article that can solve it" I uttered before letting out a sigh 

"Scarlet can help you. She's studying in a prestigious school and not to mention, she also shares the same course as you. I mean dude, you only have 3 days, I'm sure you won't finish it all by yourself" Dawn said and look at Scarlet with pleading eyes 

"No, it's okay Dawn. I would hate it if I bother someone because of my failure" I said giving them a smile 

"The idea is not that bad. I can help you since you also help me with those boys earlier," 

"But you already treated us to lunch" 

"Food is not enough princess" 

Damn, I could feel my cheeks heat after she said the last word. Good thing that they didn't notice my tomato face from blushing because I don't want to explain everything to them for now. 

"Help you with those boys?" Xavier asked with confusion written in his eyes 

"The assholes that ruined my gorgeous face. They tried to hit on her so I come to the rescue, only to be beaten up" I explained 

"Can't believe that someone would hit on you. But after all the word bitch is already written on your face" Xavier chuckled 

What the hell is wrong with this dude! I don't think they're already on a friend basis for him to say such a thing like that. Don't get me wrong, I use the word bitch most of the time but that word isn't suited to use in that kind of situation. She was freaking harassed. 

I can't even control my knuckles from clenching. If my body wasn't aching, I probably would have punched this guy straight into his face. I could also see Nicole's disappointed look towards his friend. 

"Xavier!" Sky hissed at his friend, showing her blue eyes turned into a pissed one 

"No, Sky, let him continue," Scarlet said as she crossed her arms 

"What? It's true. Thir girl in front of me is a bitch." Xavier said not even showing a single regret in his eyes when he said the word bitch 

On cue, Dawn stands up from her chair and moves closer towards the guy. Scarlet, Awi, and I swallow a lump on our throat as we know what's about to happen. Dawn is pretty, sweet, and caring but you shouldn't push her to her limits 

Xavier just looks at her with confusion. And on one swift move, Dawn already grabs the guy on the collar. 

"Hey, what do you know about my cousin," Dawn said using her deepest voice 

"Dawn, just forget it. I'm sure he's still pissed about our encounter at the airport" Scarlet said uncrossing her arms. Her green orbs show worry that something bad might happen to the guy. 

Dawn didn't even budge to move. She just stood there looking intensely at Xavier. Her brown eyes look so dark and her jaw clench as she controls herself from creating a mess on the diner 

"Dawn, let him go. He's Sky and Nicole's friend" Awi whispered but still, all of us heard it 

"Scarlet, Bryan, and Awi. Pack your things and let's go" Dawn said with a firm tone, still locking her eyes towards Xavier 

"Dawn, come on. We're still having fun" Awi pleaded 

"You heard me," Dawn said drifting her eyes to Awi 

And with that, we packed our things as fast as we can and stand behind her. Awi just looks at Nicole with apologetic eyes. This was supposed to be a fun lunch but damn Xavier ruined it all by showing his asshole side. 

Sky just looks at Dawn packing her things. I'm sure she's trying to formulate some words but can't say it because of how Dawn looks so intimidated. When Dawn finished packing, it is when Sky grabs her arms and finally let out the question she's dying to know 

"I will see you again, right? You'll come to the competition, right?" 

"I don't know. I'm sorry" Dawn said with a cold voice 

Dawn's last words broke not just my heart but also Awi's. For we know that we won't be able to see them for quite some time. Awi just clenched her fist and walk out of the diner, disappointed at what just Dawn answered to Sky. Who wouldn't be? It's only Xavier who becomes an asshole and now Sky and Nicole also have to pay their price. 

Dawn let go of Sky's grip and walk out of the diner as well. Poor lady, her eyes start to water, and couldn't even look at the door. Afraid that she won't be able to see Dawn again 

"Bryan, let's go," Dawn said once again making me flinch 

"I'm sorry," I said and give them an apologetic smile 

Before I could entirely walk out of the diner, my peripheral eyes saw Sky move closer to Xavier and slap him straight into his face. The girl looks like her tears start to flow, I'm not sure but I'm sure that I heard the words she said 

"I'm so disappointed in you"

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Meng Hai Zhou and the others took the opportunity that followed Li Youran's challenge, and started to jeer at Jun Moxie. They never realized that Li Youran had put forth his challenge with the utmost sincerity.
"Young Master You Ran is indeed very funny," Kong Ling Yang didn't seem very pleased. "Perhaps the Young Master Jun… is an expert in some other aspects of life… However, his knowledge on literature isn't very eminently known…"
Some people couldn't help but laugh up their sleeves. Master Kong's tone had been very obscure. However, everyone had reached the conclusion that the Young Master Jun's areas of "expertise" were brothels, dog and cock fighting, and other contemptible activities. What would this youngster know about the more important aspects of life? Everyone had started to think very high of the old Masters of the Institute; [These old Masters are amazing. They can manage to insult people in such a refined manner!]
"Master Kong shouldn't have anything to worry about. He he… why don't we have one of your disciples contest against Jun Moxie. Then, we'll know if he's any match for Young Master Li… he he…" Meng Hai Zhou smiled and replied. His remark was aimed to incite Master Kong for a war. 
Kong Ling Yang was annoyed at this. He thought, [I've nurtured these disciples with such meticulous care. I might as well tie a rope to the ceiling and commit suicide if my disciples are unable to beat this debauchee.] He didn't say anything in response. He merely waved his hand and appointed one of his disciples to take-up the challenge. 
"Disciple Han Zhidong requests Young Master Jun for some advice," A young man stood up with a smile. He then cupped his hands in greeting and looked up. A trace of disdain flashed in his eyes; seemingly for his opponent.
"En… I don't give advice but I do have the time to teach you a trick or two. You'll be able to move about the Spirit Fog Lake unbridled after I'm done with you. What could be better than a demonstration of the profound mysteries of that universe? I'll take the lead if you don't mind."
Jun Moxie had seen the expression in that youngster's eyes. So, he was aware of the contempt that youngster held for Jun Moxie. Therefore, the Young Master Jun had winked as he stood-up, and laughed along with the crowd as he voluntarily put on his 'hat of shame'.
"This young disciple had shunned evil influences in his life. This young disciple shall never go near the Spirit Fog Lake's territory." Han Zhidong's voice was somewhat cold. He disdainfully thought, [he's the biggest degenerate. I've asked him for scholarly advice, and he starts by mentioning a brothel! Are you aware that this is public event? This is very humiliating!]
"You've never been to the Spirit Fog Lake? Then where do you go?" Jun Moxie's heart was brimming with disdain; [I'm not done with you yet.] He then crossed his legs, and continued in a leisurely tone, "Ah, that's right. This Young Master had neglected that Scholar Han isn't very wealthy and may not have been able to afford the prices of the services rendered in that area. It seems that he holds his pike in his own hands inside his tent as he imagines the battle formations. He must require to struggle up and down the battlefield. He must manage to relinquish millions of soldiers until he's too exhausted to continue…"
[What the hell is this!] Han Zhidong's fair facial color turned as red as a dead chicken's blood. In fact, his neck turned red as well.
Jun Moxie's choice of words had been very elegant, yet very energetic. Suddenly, everyone present in the hall seemed to be a bit distracted. They carefully pondered on his words in the hope to interpret their true meaning. However, most people spat-out the food they were chewing and burst into laughter once they understood the meaning of his words… [This kid… is too much!]
Every man present in the main hall had understood Jun Moxie's remark in a matter of a few moments. However, the indecency of their laughter couldn't be conveyed in words…
Princess Ling Meng, Dugu Xiaoyi, Han Yanmeng and the other ladies of note looked-on with an amazed expression in their eyes. They couldn't understand the crowd's reaction. They could distinctly sense that this matter wasn't good. However, they couldn't figure what was wrong with it. [Jun Moxie's words seemed to have described a majestic general… but why does it feel weird?]
Several old men were making gestures at each other with their eyes. However, there were only a few men who were able to laugh-out unrestrained without bothering about the consequences. Some even patted their hand on the table, while some others patted their thighs in applause as their eyes closed-shut from the intensity of their laughter. Dugu Zongheng's body trembled with laughter as he slapped Tang Wanli on his shoulders. He then whispered, "Old Tang, I just remembered the time when the two of us had just joined the army. We were sent-off to the battle at the Heavenly Wolf Mountains… Old Jun was a young captain back then… We had caught sight of you when you had left the camp to fight your glorious battles at dawn…"
Tang Wanli suddenly turned red with rage. He forgot about Dugu Zongheng's fearsome reputation as he extended and grabbed his sturdy neck. He then roared in a whisper, "You old bastard! Go on, I dare you to say another word…"
Dugu Zongheng started to cough. He seemed to be laughing as he begged for forgiveness. A few other Family-heads raised their thumbs in quick succession as they gestured to Tang Wanli. It seemed as if many people had heard that remark…
Old Man Tang's face flushed red with rage. He stood-up panting and tried to exit the hall. However, several other old men got up from their seats in unison, and persuaded him to calm down.
Dugu Xiaoyi saw that her seven brothers were laughing with their lips sealed. Their overjoyed faces revealed the merry of their hearts as their shoulders trembled with laughter. She figured that it must've been something awfully funny. So, she couldn't help but ask, "What did that mean? Is it that funny?"
[Uh…] The seven brothers looked at each other in dismay. They realized the awkwardness of the situation and quickly readjusted themselves. They shook their heads in unison as they replied, "It's not funny; how's it funny? It's not funny!"
Dugu Xiaoyi groaned. She turned her head away in anger. She suddenly felt annoyed at the sight of her brothers and Jun Moxie since they hadn't answered any of her questions today.
She secretly recalled Jun Moxie's words, and repeated them again to memorize them by heart. [You think I won't find out if you don't tell me…? I'll ask mother once I get home… I don't think she'll deny me…]
Han Zhidong took a deep breath. He was aware that this debauchee had gained the upper-hand as he said, "This Golden Scholarly Talent Feast is being conducted by His Majesty's grace. However, this young disciple is ashamed to be in company of his opponent. To pair this young disciple with Young Master Jun for a scholarly advice is the same as the accidental pair of Golden chrysanthemums and orange osmanthus!"
He didn't wait for Jun Moxie's reaction, and continued, "Chrysanthemums' fragrance, Orchid's fragrance, osmanthus' fragrance from the Imperial gardens… the fragrance of these fragrant flowers float in the Tian Xiang… Their heavenly fragrance floats for a thousand miles… and a thousand miles their heavenly fragrance[1] floats…"
This poetic verse caught everyone's attention.
This poetry had sounded simple, but it wasn't. Especially that last part. He had repeatedly used the words "Heavenly Fragrance" as a metaphor to bless "Tian Xiang". Everyone started to rack their brains in search of a comeback in order to display their talent in front of His Majesty.
Everyone had nearly forgotten of Jun Moxie's involvement. [How could he possibly make a joke out of such a poetic verse? He wouldn't be able to conjure a come-back even if he was given two lives to try…]
"Young Master Jun, this young disciple's talent is humble, and knowledge is shallow. This young disciple can only come up with such shallow words. This shouldn't be much of a problem in your eyes?" Han Zhidong chuckled. He then humbly looked at Jun Moxie with a sincere expression on his face, "I hope that Young Master Jun will still teach me a thing or two!"
Everyone would have waited for Jun Moxie to come-up with an answer in case this last sentence hadn't been spoken. They would've looked down on him but wouldn't have blamed him for falling short since this poetry was indeed excellent and difficult to counter. After all, no one had considered him to be any match to this young scholar. Moreover, the young scholar would've left a special effect in the hearts of everyone present since his talent was original as well as amazing. However, this last sentence had left everyone sighing.
His unreasonable last line had exposed the savagery of his nature, and had lowered his prestige. [You've been studying at the Wenxing Heavenly Literature Institute for many years. So what's there to be so proud of about being able to speak a few lines of poetry?]
[This so-called young scholar's future achievements are bound to fall short.]
The big shots may allow scholars to climb-up the ranks of their families. However, they would never promote such a person to the top. [What's the guarantee that he won't get rid of us once he gains enough power in the family?] Han Zhidong was unaware that he had declared the doom of his future political-career with that last line he had spoken. Therefore, he stood there with a sense of complacence in his heart.
Jun Moxie puckered his brows. Any verses he'd come up with in reply would merely be plagiarized. However, even plagiarizing poetry of such level was beyond his ability. [Ah… should I come up with nonsense poetry from my previous life? No… that won't do! This motherfuc*er!]
Master Kong Ling Yang narrowed his eyes. He seemed pleased with himself, "It is okay if Young Master Jun can't come up with a poetic verse to match this… the Young Master Jun wouldn't lose face because of this matter…"
Everyone chuckled. [This old man doesn't forgive easily. He's just using his usual method… he abuses a person without using abusive words…]
A burst of vigor rushed inside Jun Moxie's heart. He shouted in a harsh and loud voice, "What's so difficult about this? Wasn't that a shi*ty poem? I will better him and walk all-over this Wenxing Heavenly Literature Institute's chump!"
Several people issued sounds of displeasure. [This kid dares too much when he speaks. He's challenged to come up with a rival verse… he's lost his mind. He should think before he talks. Looks like he's going to get a tough lesson from that young disciple…]
However, Li Youran and Jun Zhantian's expressions were very different from the rest of the crowd. Li Youran was convinced he had the talent to come-up with a worthy reply. However, he himself had tried, but hadn't been able to so far. However, Jun Moxie had declared that he would reply with a fitting verse… [Is he better than me?]
Grandpa Jun was somewhat anxious. [Didn't we agree that he wouldn't make a complete fool of himself? How's he going to beat that?]
Kong Ling Yang sneered and he spoke, "Young Master Jun seems very confident of himself. I propose an arrangement. The institute shall concede defeat if the Young Master Jun is able to come-up with a reply before the incense stick burns out. However, if he shall lose… Young Master Tang will have to act in order to mediate his losses. Thereafter, he would willingly return my poor disciple back…?"
He was obviously referring to the disciple Tang Yuan would bully into cleaning women's underwear — Scholar Zhao Cheng Song. However, Fatty Tang was worried about leaving such a presence un-monitored in his house. Therefore, Tang Yuan had bludgeoned him to death after he was expelled from his household. So where would he return that scholar from? His stinking bones probably wouldn't accept his soul even if it was somehow recovered from the depths of hell.
"That's done!" Jun Moxie stretched his neck. [I don't have any problems in agreeing to that. We'll return his skeleton if I lose. You never said whether you want him back dead or alive…? So why should I even bother…]
"However, you will submit to my superiority if I win. Your Institute will never mention the words 'poetry' is front of me after that. Agreed?" Jun Moxie smiled.
[1] Native word play. Tian means heavenly. Xiang means fragrance. Tian Xiang means heavenly fragrance. He repeatedly uses the word 'Xiang' in the poetic passage.


Jun Xie was the number one assassin in modern earth. His skills and knowledge in the field of assassination were unparalleled, his accomplishments unprecedented, his reputation terrified the entire underworld. However, during a mission to retrieve a mystical treasure, a mishap occurred…

He is now Jun Moxie, a sixteen year old super level debauchee, sole heir to the declining Jun family. A family of valiant heroes, left with an old grandpa, a crippled uncle and a debauchee as the sole heir! Accepting the world’s criticism and cold stares with a smile, his new journey begins! His life will be carved by his own will! Rise to the top! Evil Monarch Jun Xie!

“This cup I toast to those I’ve killed in my past life. Forgive me, for there is no chance for you to have revenge. Gulp!

This cup I toast to those whose life I will take in my new life. Forgive me, for you are fated to die by my hands. Cheers!”



The unmoving eyes of the paintings were neither comforting nor iridescent of their vibrancy. The eyes were as bleak as those of the Mona Lisa. She found comfort in knowing that she wasn't alone; the schools of people were suffocating her. Before, being swallowed into the next lecture-she got a call from Harry. 

"The tours started babe I can't chat right now." 

She ducked her head between students in an attempt to hide, forgetting that she was short enough to disappear amongst the masses. "Yes, I love you." 

"How much?" 

"Harry, you can't ask me that right now." 

"Dona my dear Dona," he said. "Confess your love to me." 

"Sounds like you've been busy with your poetry." 

He took a few seconds to reply. "Maybe". He chuckled," Dona, answer the question." 

" I love you so much; I can't even explain just how much. I'm at a loss for words Harry." 

"Try to." 

She sighed with a smile and her eyes scanned the room. It was as if she was trying to find solace in a romantics painting. One painting has a Rembrandt effect that gave her no thought like that of a romantic. Harry stowed her away from her thoughts by saying," Quote a line from a poem." 

She stood near Eugène Delacroix's painting of Liberty Leading the People and got an idea. "How about from an artist?". 

Harry took a moment to consider it. "Nope." 

She smiled and looked at her wristwatch that glinted on her caramel skin. She looked up to notice that Jasmine was engrossed in another art analysis with the group. As her hand rested to her side, her bracelet squeaked next to her watch. Her Harry bracelet, with his name, etched onto the silver. 

"From Miranda in the Tempest by Shakespeare, when she asked him do you love me, do you know what he said?" 

"Do tell." 

"Beyond all limit of what else in the world. Do love, prize, and honour you". She giggled," You know you're supposed to say that to me." 

"I've got one; I'll leave you to your tour after it." 

"Okay." Jasmine's Afro was perked with enthusiasm this morning; the checkered female has many questions for the guide. Dona shook her head at the sight of her, smiling unbeknownst. 

"A love lyric by the famous James Graham, I'll only say the first stanza."His words distorted the sounds around her, and she found herself moving around the area aimlessly. She occasionally looked down at the floor to avoid the eyes of paintings. There was this unrelenting feeling that kept gnawing at her, from the moment she walked in. As if she was being watched by more than a painting. 

She started to walk around the museum corridor, staring at one artwork to the next." My dear and only love." He accentuated his words. "That little world of thee, Be governed by no other way. Than purest monarchy," she walked passed The Virgin on the Rocks artwork. " For if confusion has a part, and hold a synod in thine heart." Dona stopped at La Belle ferroniere and Harry continued to say," I'll never love thee more." 

By the time she slid into line, Jasmine's analysis was over. She stood next to Dona was a confident smirk and twitched her eyebrow. "You guys are just adorable." Her words were going to side-step into a new subject. "You know what isn't adorable?" Her words took a slant yet again into her usual rant involving what she deemed to be the atrocities of the world. "War doll, war." She used artworks as a reference before changing the subject. 

"By the way, how's your blog going?" 

"It's going well. When I went to Spain to do an article and vlog about Dali, I got a few more sponsors and requests." 

"Interesting, where too next?" 

"One right here in France, another from Norway and England." 

"I'm hoping to go with Harry to the next one, but he is releasing his book during that time." 

"I heard, he has done quite well with his poetry." The tour guide led them into the next hall. 

" Who knew that one day in a bar, spoken word poetry would become something?" 

"Yeah, and not so long ago he finished his M.A in Organisational studies." She continued to say," Me on the other hand; I'm waiting for one artwork in particular." 

"Which is?" 

Before she answered; she felt a lump in her throat. The icy wind wasn't only cold to the touch, but she could feel its hands on her. The slow rising panic subsided as she stopped to turn around. It immediately caught her attention. The artwork on the far side of the interior was covered by a black veil. 

"What's that?." 

Jasmine turned to check out what's caught her eye. "Check the sign." 

PERSONAL ONLY 

"It figures." Jasmine turned to her." It doesn't look like anything important."

Art can be beautiful and disturbing. Sculptures can be made from clay, but never flesh. In this circumstance, art is debated and adored. Will an artist be able to put himself into his work with no self-portrait?

Donatella Claire, an art student, and blogger who sought out new material for her website. Finally living the dream and discovering artworks of all kinds, she stumbles upon an artwork drenched in solitude. The Louvre has many historical works on display but refuses to publicize one in particular. 

'An artwork without emotion is no artwork': Edvard Munch.
But one may ask, what then, is art?: Marcel Duchamp.

Her love for art threatens her relationship, her passion for it causes her to face her mistakes. Her determination drives her into the supernatural. What happens next, is left on the sketchpad.

A total of ten rounds.

Winning six rounds meant overall victory.

Quite a number of people on the team behind Master Wei could no longer sit still. This was no longer a competition where friendship came first, and competition came second. If the other party was a master, it was still alright. They would not say anything about it as they wouldn't feel ashamed of losing. However, with their opponent being some nobody, this made these calligraphers feel that they had lost face. It was too shameful.

"Heh, I don't believe it!

"If it were ancient melody poems, I'll go up myself!"

"If it's five word poems, leave it to me!"

"Just a kid, yet he doesn't give any face to us seniors!"

"Haha, Old Yu and Old Lu, the both of you want to go up? Sure, then count me in too. No matter what, we need to get serious, or there's no where to put our faces."

"I really don't believe he is so all-powerful."

"At such a young age, how deep can his knowledge be!?"

These calligraphers began to sharpen their weapons, ready for a fight.

When Zhang Ye saw this, he sought Wu Zeqing's view. "President Wu, should we lose a few rounds? Of course we will definitely have to win the rest, but in this process..." According to Zhang Ye's intent, he didn't mind. This was after all Wu Zeqing's birthday and it was her circle. Zhang Ye was afraid President Wu found it inappropriate, so he sought her opinion to see what her attitude was.

Wu Zeqing retorted, "Why should we lose?"

Zhang Ye said, "The other side are all seniors of the calligraphy world. I'm afraid you would..."

Wu Zeqing gave a faint smile and said, "In art, there is no modesty. If you are really lacking in ability, which results in your loss, then that's just too bad, but if you can win, why don't you win?"

Zhang Ye blinked his eyes as he said, "It's fine even if we win?"

"What problems would there be?" Wu Zeqing sipped her tea.

Zhang Ye got an idea of her attitude. "Alright, I was just waiting for those words of yours!"

Offend people? Since when was Zhang Ye afraid of that? This fellow had never concerned himself with this. He was afraid Wu Zeqing would eventually be put in a tough spot, however, President Wu's words wiped all his concerns away. He finally understood why he liked Old Wu so much. Just like back when she invited him to teach, any typical President of an esteemed school of higher learning would never dare to take such risks. Furthermore, he had such a shocking theory about ‘Dream of the Red Chamber’, yet Wu Zeqing did not even ask him about it before supporting him. She never doubted the person she chose. From a certain point of view, Wu Zeqing was even more bold than Zhang Ye. She was indeed very different from a typical woman!

Win?

That was of course not a problem!

If you want to win, I'll win it for you!

"I'll do the draw." Zhang Ye took the initiative and went over.

The fourth round's topic came out. An ancient melody poem, and the last word had to have the word 'liu' (flow).

This sort of topic was a little more difficult. If it was just the first word, it would have been easy. Just giving it some thought would allow people to recall one. After all, everyone read a poem from beginning to end. However, if it was the last word, even if it were a poem one knew inside out, not everyone would be able to remember it. They would have to go from the first word all the way down to the last word. This increased the difficulty due to the time constraints.

"Finally there is a designated word constraint. I'll do it!" Teacher Yu came forward.

However, Zhang Ye had already picked up a brush and began writing.

"Lady Yu, the Royal Beauty"

Spring flowers and autumn moon, O when will all these end?

How much of my past I comprehend?

Last night, to my loft once more, the vernal east wind came;

 In moonlight, I could not bear to look back towards my homeland rid of my name.

Jade steps and carved railings may still as ever be there,

Though changed are the faces fair.

O how great, how grave, I ask, can my woe and sorrow be?

Just like the River's swelling spring-tide waters rolling east to the sea.

Zhang Ye put down his brush, having finished writing it. Then he looked at his opponent.

Teacher Yu came over with a smile while brimming in confidence. He was in no hurry, and took a cursory glance at the melody poem that Zhang Ye had written. Then, his smile transformed into another expression. His face alternated between red and green. In the end, it changed into an action as he smacked himself in the forehead!

F**k!

You can even write melody poems?

And this is another impromptu creation!?

Teacher Yu wished he had not spoken just now. I'll do it? Doing nothing but fart! After a few seconds of silence, he turned around at a loss of whether to laugh or cry before running back dejectedly towards Master Wei's side.

Master Zhou was amused. "Old Yu?"

Teacher Yu waved his hand. "I'm not writing."

"Then you have abstained?" Master Zhou asked.

Teacher Yu felt that was nonsense. "It will be pointless to continue writing it, so forget it, I give up." This melody poem's literary value was too shocking. His calligraphy was also written very beautifully. Teacher Yu believed that even though his calligraphy attainment was higher than his opponent’s, it was not much higher. However, no matter what he wrote, it would definitely not be better than his opponent's "Lady Yu, the Royal Beauty". It would only incur ridicule on himself.

The surrounding crowd was dumbfounded. Even Teacher Yu admitted defeat? He was a famous calligrapher who won first place at this year's calligraphy competition!

Master Zhou said, "Then let's begin the fifth round."

The fifth rounds topic was reminiscing and remembrance.

The topic was very broad, but the broader it was, the harder it became to come up with something appropriate.

No one from the other side came forward, as if they were waiting to see what Zhang Ye had to write.

Zhang Ye drank a mouthful of wine and without any further ado, he grabbed the brush and dipped it in ink without any thought.

"The Lavishly Decorated Zither"

The lavishly decorated zither, for no reason, has fifty strings; each string, each bridge, reminiscing a magnificent year.

Master Zhuang lost himself in the morning dream of being a butterfly; Emperor Wang's amorous spring heart was entrusted to the cuckoo.

Deep under the vast azure sea, reflected the bright moonlight, pearls cry tears; In Indigo Mountain, bathed under the warm sunlight, jade releases smoke.

This feeling might have become something to be remembered later on; Merely, at that time I was already perplexed and lost.

When he finally put down the brush, there were already people giving their kudos!

Su Na exclaimed out and clapped forcefully. "Nice! Nicely written!"

This poem was liked by many of the women present. Their thoughts also seemed to float away a bit. "This feeling might be something to remember later on; Merely, at that time I was... already perplexed and lost?"

Many people were engrossed just by listening to it!

No one from Master Wei's side spoke a word!

What is this guy doing? One poem after another, how are you f**king throwing out all these excellent poems worthy of being classics out like they cost nothing? Can you at least write some poem that we are familiar with!?

Who's going forward?

Who can take down this round?

We can't have no one taking up the challenge, or not only would we lose, we would lose our stance!

They nudged one another and eventually, as there was really no one, someone from the team bit the bullet and came forward. He wrote a relevant poem, which was quite long. He took a long time to write the exaggerated tale filled with high-flown phraseology. A long poem allowed a time extension, so this person was probably trying to use his calligraphy skills to win this round.

However, when he finished writing, Master Zhou still announced that Wu Zeqing's team won. There was no other reason. No matter how high a calligraphy standard one had, it needed to be expressed through text. The poem the youth in shades wrote was enough to blanket out anything else. It even increased his calligraphy by an entire realm!

Another round was won again!

Wu Zeqing decided not to even stand up. She just sat there, drinking her tea and watching the bustle.

The surrounding people began to discuss in murmurs. Some women began pointing at Zhang Ye.

"He's so amazing!"

"This young lad is godly!"

"Why is he wearing sunglasses? I can't see his face!"

"I sure didn't come to this anniversary for nothing. I managed to experience such fun!"

Master Zhou announced, "The sixth round begins." After both sides drew their lots, he said, "The topic this round is Mourning Day, and it has to be used at least twice."

Oh?

Mourning Day?

The topic was random. There really was no poem that began with Mourning Day.

However, the people on Master Wei's side were no ordinary people. Immediately, a young talent stepped forward. He stood in front of the table and with the brush in hand, began to compose something on the spot. Do you think you are the only one who can compose?

Zhang Ye was also writing.

"Mourning Day"

A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day;

The mourner's heart is breaking on his way.

Where can a wine house be found to drown his sadness?

A cowherd points to Almond Flower Village in the distance.

Before he was done, he ended a paragraph, and added his name out of habit.

When the youth from Master Wei's team had written half of his poem, he curiously gave Zhang Ye's side a glance. The moment he saw it, his eyes nearly popped out. With a few coughs, he lowered his head to look at the poem he composed. With a sigh, he placed the brush down, no longer wishing to carry on.

"I admit defeat." The youth was convinced.

Master Zhou asked, "Aren't you going to finish it?"

The youth said with a wry smile, "Forget it, I don't want to incur ridicule on myself."

Six rounds!

Zhang Ye had won all of them!

Master Zhou said with a laugh, "There are still four rounds remaining, yet the victor has already been decided, so should we carry on?"

Wu Zeqing said, "I'm fine with anything."

Master Wei did not speak, but quite a few people behind him said,

"Yes!"

"Why shouldn't we?"

"There are still four rounds."

Although they had already lost, the result was no longer important at this moment. So what if Master Zhou's calligraphy piece went to Wu Zeqing, what they needed to do was recover what was left of their face. At least, at the very least, they should win one round, right? We cannot let him wipe us out completely! If it spread out, it would become a joke!

Master Zhou smiled and said, "Alright, then let's carry on."

A young calligrapher said, "Master Zhou, I think this competition isn't fair. It's a calligraphy competition, but why has it become a poetry competition? We all know calligraphy cannot be void of expression and cannot do without text or poetry, but poetry is not everything in calligraphy. We have already witnessed the prowess of this friend's ability in creating poetry. He is indeed better than us, but that doesn't mean his calligraphy skills are better than ours, right?"

Master Zhou opened up his arms. "But, those are the competition's rules. Every anniversary has always had these rules."

Was it fair?

It was indeed unfair!

Master Zhou knew it, Master Wei knew it, and Wu Zeqing also knew it.

In previous calligraphy competitions, everyone's literary standards were about the same. They were neither too bad nor good. After all, calligraphers were not literary experts. Hence, this sort of competition was usually quite fair. Everyone was pretty much on the same level, but a godly person had appeared in this year’s competition. Not only were his calligraphy skills excellent, his literary foundation was universe startling. This made the competition lose all suspense. Everyone knew that this youth in shades did not win due to his calligraphy but rather by his literary skills!

Calligraphy skills? He could only be said to have a chance against some of the calligraphers present. There were many here who were better than him.

But literary foundations? He alone was enough to steamroll dozens of calligraphers! Yes, steamroll. Steamrolling without any suspense!

One person was enough?

Now many people recalled through hindsight the meaning behind Wu Zeqing's words in the beginning! President Wu was not saying that she alone was enough. She was saying the youth alone was enough! President Wu clearly knew this youth from before, and knew his ability. Hence, when she saw the youth join her team, she declined on having other teammates. She had rejected the request of those who wanted to join her team out of pity! This was because Wu Zeqing knew this youth alone was enough! And that was indeed what had happened! This youth had really won over dozens of calligraphy seniors!


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!

I Love how words could be fused,bent,molded and weaved into something special.
No one could take that away from me. Poetry could hold hidden messages that only special people understood,messages that weren't for the faint hearted.

"For what's a man without it's brightest star  and what's Love without a little war"-™ Jessica

Peoms always spoke emotions to deep to be acted.Emotions to insecure to spoken out.

"Have you ever loved someone so much that fear takes control of every emotion?
fear of loving

fear of loosing that feeling of floating on air
fear of hearing the words....
goodbye....
.....
....."-Fear of Love"™Misty Lacobucci

Have you heard of two opposite yet similar words?;Fear and Love.
how can fear and love be twisted in one so you can't even tell them apart
maybe loving means risking everything for that one person who makes you feel larger than life.

Love;the word that send fear into my bones.
How can one take such risk?
ready to give it all for a soul that may still leave you at the end? that may be using you for their benefits?
How can you give someone the chance of knowing you vulnerability? without having anything to fight back in case their traitors?.
Maybe that's trust, something I can never really give to anybody.
trust:the abdolutely believe in someone or something.But why?,why take the risky without having a back up?,why take the chance of being played with?

that's the reason why am still single ,Fear of Love.
For me falling in love is one of the most frightening experience to go through.
the fear of rejection,the fear of failure,the fear of loss.

what if he doesn't Love me back?
that twisting pain driving  it's way through your soul,
wanting them to feel how you fo, watching them walk away.

what if he love me back,am I enough?,
is this just a going?
what if I Love him too much?
or knowing that one day you'll loose that warm glow.

or the realization that those eyes that greet you each morning will close forever,of wanting this love to last forever but knowing that one day ,one if you will wake up alone.

That the words you have longed to hear will one day never come.
To me Love is the most fearful trial of our Lives.

But fate always had the upper hand, sadly....



"How Dare you Disturb me while I'm snubbing you!!"she yelled at him

"..."

"Didn't your parents teach you any manners?!"she adds

"..."

"Fuck!,am I married to a deaf and dum?!!"she screams at his face.

he rose an eyebrow in question,as a smirk formed on his lips,his eyes boring into hers.

KISS!!


he retracted leaving her breathless,a blush rose from her neck up to her cheeks.escaped from daze,she stares at him furiously


"HOW DARE YOU STEAL MY FIRST KISS!!!"she growled,red like a tomato

Damn sexy....


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1. I find a way to admire you. Silently, in writing. Maybe I should have been born as a great writer, because for no apparent reason, I can easily write down your beauty. Because, starting today, you will see that my life has changed a lot. Especially about sense. (The 12th poem, 28 November 2016)
2. Not how good I am in poetry, but how you make me make poetry. It's not about me choosing you, but about you making other women less attractive. (811th poem, 1 March 2017)
3. Not him, or them. Because until this moment, you are still the one who fulfills every sheet of poetry. (April 2017)
4. And finally, from a name to the title of the whole poem. (The 143rd poem, 10 December 2016)
5. This dawn, I found you again. When I thought that I had managed to keep you out of mind, but you suddenly came together with a smile (13th Poem, 29 November 2016)
6. It's been a long time since I started poetry like this. Thank you, you've managed to activate the other side of me that has been dimming for so long. (The 31st poem, 1 December 2016)
7. Good morning, owner of smile poetry. Well, I don't understand what happened to me right now. I am unique, or you are too attractive. (April 2017)
8. I again find you with the dark sky tonight. You smile among the stars, you sparkle beautifully in the darkness of the night. (Poem 1010, March 20 2017)
9. Still about you. About the beauty I touch through prayer, about the perfection I have in hope. (23 April 2017)
10. Do you understand now, why I prefer to love in silence? Because a prayer and a poem written with serenity is far more beautiful, than the seduction of love that is spoken out loud (1067th Poem, 26 March 2017)

My poems were the first I wrote. Track record of how I became a writer. About love, sincerity, ignorance of what people say; the most important thing is my world is calm. Starting from the meeting stage, loving secretly, until the stage of letting go, now (me and my feelings) are immortal in poetry. || Temporary hiatus, currently composing poetry into a story.

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