Historias de Free-verse

Thoughts. Words. Feelings. All of these are things we experience on a daily basis. Of course, it varies from person to person; how many thoughts we have, how deeply we feel, how we use our words. This is but my experience, shared with the world. My thoughts voiced for my own peace of mind. My words spoken for all to hear. My feelings bared, heart on my sleeve. The darkness within us all sometimes intimidates us, and we can all but hide inside closets where our masks and skeletons dance.

A collection of poetry that may pierce your soul in good ways or bad.

Welcome to my archive - the vault of my feelins', where every word I've ever felt is kept alive... till eternity.

This book is about what we inherit without asking: love, silence, fear, strength, tenderness, and memory. Not everything passed down is visible. Not everything is meant to be carried forever.

slow dancing love and pain in the midnight chorus of liquor-washed autumn green ... || a constellation of destructive poetry ||

Balance, the silent hinge where opposites turn into one another. Part 1: Fragments Part 2: Illuminated

Poems

short pieces of everything that's left.

𝗽𝗼𝗲𝘁𝗿𝘆 ✧ come, live in my daydream. © September 2020

Poetry is the easiest way of expression for some like me, not only experiences but feelings. This book is a set of poems about feelings, experiences and thoughs that linger in my mind day and night. There's letters too that will never reach the eyes of those who they're intended for, though some are just based on emotion. I write because I hope that someone comes across this and thinks "hey this is relatable". Some may resonate with experiences that awaken sacred fragments of memories, or some may just deeply impact. I write because that's the easiest way I can express any feelings. I write for fun, for love and for awareness on certain topics. All poems and letters are original by me :) Most aren't aimed at anyone specific, but just product of my imagination.

a collection of English and Filipino poems written by Cai Solitaire also known as Scarlet_Acin (the photo in the cover is captured by my second cousin)

"Every word that was once thrown at me made the glass shattered at the end." Collection of poems

Dry, unpoetic poems

A collection of poems that never made it into my books. Not because they weren't good enough but because they never found where they belonged.

(Free Verse Edition) These are the poems from my heart, written once again for the one I love.

Life is filled with raw moments. Tiny moments you don't see sometimes, seconds you miss, feelings that flutter by. It's easy to forget who you are, to loose yourself amidst the world and those within it, to stop seeing and feeling all together. Sometimes you have to remind yourself of the tiny moments, those seemingly insignificant glimpses of life; the flicker of sunlight on a window, frost in the winter morning, the patter of rain on windows, the ache in your chest at the end of a good day. That's what I did, what I chose to do. Remind myself of the Beautiful Moments. This is a collection of those moments that kept me alive.

This is a collection of poem.. They may read as records or as confessions, or as neither. Entries differ in length, form, and clarity. Repetition, gaps, and inconsistencies are part of this record.

Your wallflower through times and seasons. Gleamed golden with an inside of crimson.

Poetry Collection // Upon the Stars We See is a deeply personal and politically charged chapbook that weaves together haiku, prose poems, and spoken word to explore the intersections of Indigenous identity, environmental grief, and the quiet violence of modern existence. Through minimalism and lyrical force, it constructs a celestial mirror-reflecting not only the realities of colonization and capitalism, but also the resilience, memory, and inherited strength of those who live through them.

I have too many questions and too many feelings that I don't want anymore.