Epistles for my thorned metaphors

You can skip this part if you want. I don't mind. Just about my journey.

This is the first book I published for now. Yep, for now. I am still working on my first novel. *gay screaming*

I never like poetry. I hate metaphors. I  hate everything that connected to literature. They confused me and make my head explode. I occasionally asked myself after I saw some poets in my facebook feed posting their pieces, “It's confusing. How the hell they relate everything to a flower? To the season? The the blah, blah?” Lmao. But my favorite subject is English. When I was thirteen, in 8th grade, I skipped all the haiku and such. Those parts that is connected to literature, of course. But guess what? I woke up one day my thoughts filled with metaphors and the words of poets and such. I don't know what happened. It just HAPPENED.

I just found myself in the table of my room, writing literary pieces and then viola! I posted it in my facebook account. And that happened. I don't wanna share my struggles for now.

I started writing last 2021, and as you can see I am still learning new things about writing stuffs. I do not promise my proses are that exciting and thrilling to read, but give it a try. I am not confident publishing this one because I am new to this field. Until now, I am trying my best to learn new things until the improvement of mine satisfy my soul. Maybe after years? Maybe, let's see.

Notes;

1. I am open for constructive criticisms.

2. Some of my proses are reposted and revised. And if you feel the sense of familiarity of the words and prompts. Maybe, you read it somewhere. （ I have many writing accounts ）

3. Some of it are concrete poems ( still practicing ), Shakespearean sonnets, tautogram, one-shot stories and other kind of poetry.

4. I almost forgot to tell you this one. I use english and filipino mediums. Others are mixed with english and filipino mediums.

5. Lower case intended.