❝The calm in my marrow spoke in muted bursts of fireworks. I was born for explosions and trying to be less.❞ Over the past decade, I've written poems, books, short stories, fanfiction and hundreds of thousands of words, but nothing felt complete. This collection of selected works was meant to be my final offering- the only thing ready for posthumous publication. Blood Orange Periphery includes poems written in the months preceding the end-that-didn't-happen, some of my best teenage scribbles, and journal entries that chronicle the transition from death-planning to recalibrating life.

──────── ₊⋆☽◯☾⋆₊ ──────── 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 is a poetic memoir of becoming, an unfolding of myself, one fragile petal at a time. This collection traces my journey through the fragile and tangled years of teenagehood. Through each poem, you would get a glimpse of raw and unfiltered moments of love, heartbreak, loss, confusion and even hints of clarity. The title is more than just a name : it is a metaphor of growth and acceptance . Each year, each experience was a petal unfolding . Some were soft like teenage innocence while others were jagged, stained with blood, weathered by heartbreak and resilient in reaching. Some were glowing red under the eternal sunlight of euphoria while others were withered due to the droughts of insecurity and floods of pent up emotions . But together these roses compose the bouquet of my becoming. Now I offer this bouquet to you, dear reader, and hope you find petals of your own and embrace the garden you are meant to be. ──────── ₊⋆☽◯☾⋆₊ ──────── 𝟗 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 ⟪ h i g h e s t r a n k i n g s ⟫ #1 in poesia (out of 15k stories) #1 in spokenword (out of 4.57k stories) #1 in personalthoughts (out of 2.5k stories) #1 in personalexperience (out of 1.57k stories) #1 in freeverse (out of 7.74k stories)

Shards of what she endured trail her, like ashes caught in the wind, shadows that cling to the edges of her inexistent light, whispering of a presence she cannot escape. ⋆⋆ ghosts haunt the edges of her. the wind breathes close― shadows she carries, burn slowly in light. ⋆⋆ Written for Versification 2026. [Highest rankings: #1 in dark poems, #1 in slam poetry]

Poetry

A collection of short poems written for Versification 2026.

Ever wondered what it is like to ponder on impossible thoughts almost no one gets? That's a blessing and a curse. Something you possess can only be your weakness until you weaponize it. An empty brain is not the Devil's abode, for Devil was once the smartest angel. It takes brain to play tactful. Not an empty skull. "Everything has a meaning. But not everyone is sharp enough to see it." This is a poetry collection fueled by my unique thoughts on things most poeple miss. I'm not extraordinary. Just an individual who harbours and nurtures her somewhat different perception. If you enjoy cracking codes, or giving theories, then, this is the place for you. All theories are welcome as long as they are respectful. I'll post poetry with hints or clues towards the end. You guys can play detectives. The ones to crack the code, recieve a shoutout along with my loyal readers. Polite or constructive criticism is welcome as long as it's valid. I love improving. Hope you enjoy this journey of intellectual engagement. ♡♡♡ This was uploaded on wattpad. If you're reading this on sites other than wattpad, then please know that my work is being plagiarized. Read it on wattpad only.

I wrote this for myself. But if you want, you can read it too.

This book is a collection of poems created from my random thoughts.With these poems I wish to spread my love for literature and resonate the feelings of people through my verses. Author's note: Whether you are a fellow literature lover or not, and happens to stumble on my work,feel free to share your thoughts and feedbacks on the comment section.And if you have a liking on my work,please don't forget to click on the star and vote for it🙏.Hope you all enjoy my humble work. Disclamer:I don't own the pictures I use here.They are all downloaded from google and pinterest,so all credits should go to the rightful owners.

"The million brilliant eyes of the sky all stared daggers at me As if they might explode anytime now just to light up my world And burn you to flames so you can rise as the sun I thought you were And they gently kiss me with their light as if I'm their moon Draping me into silver, questioning, "Why love him so much?" This book delves into themes of love, self- identity and enlightenment.

A chaotic collection of poems.