||Featured in Wattpad Poetry Feb 2022 || In lost strains from aeons ago, in summer winds sighing sweet and slow, in tinkling laughter just beyond sight, let words sing in dark and light. _______ Cover and Graphics: @terrace_tales ________ Plagiarism is a crime. ________ Copyright: ©2021 by @terrace_tales ________ Highest ranks till date : 4 in Poetry | 3 in Poesia | 3 in Poem | 1 in Scribbles | 1 in Poetrycontest | 1 in Poembook | 3 in Poetrycollection _____ First place in Aster Awards 2021 by @heather_community

I'm fine. But what does it mean? A phrase said for years but usually meaning a lie. A settlement for how something could be? Or a false testimony for the way that I'm feeling? Raindrops of Reality is a personal collection of poems, with the will to translate various emotions through a rather free form of writing. All my life, I thought poetry was too complex, but it wasn't true. Relatable, passionate, and free are the guiding words of my poems. Enjoy! ღ Highest ranks: poetrycollection, poesia, existence, metaphor, poetical, poembook, shortpoem, poet, shortstory, poem, sentiment, thoughtsandfeelings, sadpoems, thoughts, poemcollection, lovepoem, creativewriting, quote, deepthoughts, emotional, haiku, rhyme, prose, freeverse #1 darkacademia #4 poetry #6 Awards: 2nd place - The Andromeda Awards © 2021 Claire Bourdon All Rights Reserved.

psyche /ˈsʌɪki/ the mind, or the deepest thoughts, feelings, or beliefs of a person or group. Thoughts, those which flutter, those we set aside, those we cherish, those we reminisce and those we avoid. This, is what my psyche says. ★ Winner of Ibby Awards 2021, 1st place in poetry category ★ ★ Winner of Big Dipper Awards 2021, 1st place in poetry category ★ The lovely cover designed by my dearest friend, gifted artist and fellow author @bonecrypt

letters/notes about love and other random things that were never sent tw included in chapter title

Why do we write? We do it for our thoughts. We plaster whatever our minds couldn't convey into letters in digital screens, or words in permanent ink. It is ne'er boastful, but humble in many different variations. Particularly, I take interest in the human heart- how, in its demise, could still pick up its own pieces and try again.

A collection of poems written by little ol' me, created to be discovered, but not remembered.

Do we want to escape the realities of our lives if there were only pleasure and happiness, not horrendous lies? Some say an abundance of darkness is what makes us appreciate a trickle of light. There was meant to be a balance not a pit of chaos in this world of ours. This is the collection of my internal conflicts, the thoughts that overpowered me with the darkest hour where the monsters chased, destroyed and ruined me to the edge of insanity. Fourteen year old me was scared and misunderstood. But eventually, I found my voice in form of words that understood and made me the way I am today. A strong person who can fend off those monsters with blood tinted swords. No more fearful To all the people out there, I acknowledge your presence and understand your feelings. You are surviving the horrors of life. But one day I promise you, It will be all worth it in the end if you believe in yourself.

These are poems that I wrote in my spare time. Warning : Most of these are sad/ depressing, so if that will trigger you, then don't read this.

The eyes it's always in the eyes they said At some point it shone so bright it could have lit a candle It held some tenderness some honesty and some...love it was in those very eyes I discovered your intentions which left me void than ever... -a world of diverse poetry

I write best When I am either Falling in love Or falling apart - Ruly Francisco Most Impressive Rankings: 3. #darkpoetry 4. #sadpoems 6. #poembook 8. #poetrycollection 19. #poem