《Drinks For The Soul | Poetry》Of (I don't know)
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I fly but they swim,
I walk and they run,
I win and they lose,
I'm better at something,
But so are they too.
I want to be best at everything.
It's not 'cause I deserve it,
Because I don't,
It's 'cause I need it,
And without it,
I'm insecure.
There's a rank to accomplishments,
I'm certain,
I just wish I knew,
Where mine ranked,
In my parents' podiums.
If I had a list,
I would know,
Who to be,
And what to do,
And all my successes would be,
Deja-vu.
Although,
Would that mean,
This robot upgrade of me,
Is just a waste of money?
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- In Serial55 Chapters
Leslie's Poems
This is a continuous collection of poems that I've written in chronological order, starting with the oldest and ending with the newest. This will be updated periodically and may have mass updates. More often than not, each poem either will be written in free verse or with zero adherence to traditional poem structure. Some poems may imply situations and actions that can be triggering or annoying, especially the earlier poems. I recommend skipping most of the ones from 2018-2019, or just not reading this at all if you feel it may hurt you. Please enjoy and read at your own discretion.
8 66 - In Serial14 Chapters
Steps of the Immortal Tree
Evan stood on a hill, staring calmly at the gate of his former clan. A crowd waited behind him, some eyeing the clan in an unresigned manner, others looking at their spiritual support. Some of the young children shivered at the gnawing cold. Wind howled in his ears, seemingly deploring his fate. A silvery cloud drifted over the mountains surrounding the compound. The roar of a river could be heard from underneath its frozen surface. He had reincarnated many years ago. Hailed as a prodigy from his youngest age, Evan had seemingly tread on a path to invincibility. He had gotten married with his childhood sweetheart and had cultivated with a group of friends, forming a considerable power of his own. Yet now, here he was, devoid of any path to move forward, with his energy locus destroyed. His wife was dead and his branch had been kicked out of the clan. He looked at his progeny that had been entrusted to him. The baby seemed content in his father’s strong arms, too young to understand anything but the warmth of the father’s beating heart. Signaling to the people behind him, he turned around and the procession gradually disappeared in the distance, as the sun gradually set and the stars acted as a guide. --- Author-san here. I originally started this novel on another account, but lost the login information for it, so I'll be restarting this story here. Thanks for understanding! This is my first fiction, so I appreciate any and all feedback! (^^) The cover picture is by Yuji Himukai (as pointed out by Truis). I found it on the internet. Please contact me if you want to have it taken down. If anyone is interested in drawing a cover, send it to me. I'll put it up if I feel it represents the book well, with your name in the credits.
8 88 - In Serial10 Chapters
Rise of an Emperor [Dropped]
In the World of Cultivation, exists a legend, a prophecy - that a hero would rise. The hero would then bring the human race into a new era filled with peace instead of war and conflict. The hero would be world's only hope against the disaster that would soon appear. Ignis, a cultivator of the Crimson clan, will he be the hero of the legend or will he simply be another cultivator that falls in the World of Cultivation. The cover is made by one of my closest friend, TheJackWrite. Their work: http://royalroadl.com/fiction/10192 http://royalroadl.com/fiction/10193
8 145 - In Serial9 Chapters
The Hare and the Moon
A web of eastern folktales come together as one to paint the world of a far away land and time...
8 196 - In Serial8 Chapters
DICE
As people around Evan start disappearing, he begins to suspect that his overprotective parents are involved. And when he wakes up alone in the basement, trapped, he learns just how far a parent's love can go...
8 188 - In Serial43 Chapters
Tear Gas (Spec ops guy)
Melanie desperately tries to get away from the crowd, shielding her face in pain as she falls to the ground. Almost suddenly, she feels leather hands grip her body and pull her up.-Everything in this story is FICTIONAL. I don't know what the guys real name is and i doubt this would ever happen but enjoy the story and use your imagination:))*this is an old work of mine that does not represent my current abilities!!*(Ranks)11/9/20:#1 in anonymous #1 in blacklivesmatter#1 in protests(Thank you so much!!)
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