Poetry is an art of survival. This book is a result of words carefully woven together by threads of unspoken feelings by the poet, creating a beautiful artwork called poetry. Highest Rank #1 in poetry

"I am the black on white; the ink on paper." A collection of my nightly thoughts and daydreams. Highest rank: #5 in Poetry. Please enjoy reading and find a friend in one of my works. :)

English and Tagalog Compilation | #3 IN POETRY | The Fiction Awards 2016 Winner © 2016 kyeriella all rights reserved book cover made by @OhWanderlust_

Let this book submerge you with heartaches, drown you with traces of the past, flood you with self-wonders, wash you with waves of healing, immerse you with romance, and fill you up with colors, but only if you dive into this ocean of poetry and let every word take you into the deep.

Drops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from where I stand I don't care if I'm under a storm All I know is those little drops are stories Every day I learn new things from this horror But I can turn them into drops of poetries. This is a compilation of my poems :)

"this is your kind of story. no one is the good guy-- no one is the bad guy-- the blame shifts from monster to monster and in this place everyone bares their teeth." [featured. highest ranking: #6 in poetry.]

Erupting Emotion is my collection of poems based on emotions and experiences. Most of them are dark and based on feelings of depression, anger and fear. However some poems are about love and strength. This collection has helped me deal with all of my emotions and has allowed me to share my voice with others. Thank you to @alienfrmpluto for my new cover! Wattpad Feature Story on 18/02/16 #ThePoetryClub

It is not about the destination. It is about the journey. #26 in poetry (Apr 8th 2016) Photo belongs to its rightful owner.

These are thoughts born under the moon's glow; when sheep has run out, and sleep's a child playing hide and seek with the mind. Some moonlit verses from a pillow-hugging girl.

ǁ Little folded up notes for people. ©ClaireLuna ǁ #31 12/19/15