Lonely, we blazed through the precipitous trails of our perennial springs as though we were not distinctively dwellers of our own lands. Its conundrums, which oftentimes hit us like combers, we endeavor to embark on to illuminate its intricacies. We predominantly put ourselves into a highly fructuous anamnesis just to elucidate whatever perches our soul, even if it is blisteringly suffocating. Always and forever, Ceres Eithne

An anthology tackling the cosmic baffling collision of societal conditions and the incalculable prejudices and other musings coming as littlest brontides with a hope that their low rumbles may find their ways to you. Always and forever, Ceres Eithne

What skulks beneath the sundry veneers will soon undrape when Stygian dusk befalls, like how it came to me unanticipatedly, amidst the anamnesis of those twinkles I try to quell. Always and forever, Ceres Eithne

Deep-diving into the culprits of my self-deprecation, "Discount Shakespeare" showcases all 50 of my poems, originally posted on Twitter, which I had written from my high school years to this day (whenever this gets published, I guess). Teeming with vivid themes of philosophy, science, love, rage, and protest, this poetry book aims to be nothing short of the perfect companion for an existential crisis. These pieces are best paired with a bowl of mac n' cheese, the devastating daily news, or an endless loop of Robyn's "Dancing On My Own" blasting at maximum volume through the walls of your bedroom. And if you're a damsel in the mood for distress, then this is the book for you! An anthology of musings. © seomins

The chattering of canaries beneath the cumulus clouds' silhouettes call nature out to breathe once more for I am here, laying above verdant grasses. I carry the heart of a romantic; the art of loving enwreathes itself around my worn out heart. For each heartbreak I experience, petals wither until it strikes the ground. For every heartstring they tug, flowers flourish hither and thither. Among the fluttering wings of the butterflies and subtle purls of the valley, this flowerbed that houses the essence of my existence rises above the ground. Prose and Poetry Completed