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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.

I fell for the warmth that knew it wouldn't last.

Każdy z nas nosi w sobie cmentarzysko zdań, które nigdy nie padły. Tych zbyt odważnych, by je wypowiedzieć, i tych zbyt bolesnych, by ubrać je w głos. „Słowa niewypowiedziane" to zapis chwil zatrzymanych w gardle. To poezja o miłości, która spóźniła się o pociąg, i o tęsknocie, która nie znała drogi powrotnej. Wejdź, jeśli Ty też milczysz zbyt głośno.

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.

Through snow I move, but with you the world becomes an ocean to surf together.

I will stand beside you as the evidence that you were never imagined, you were always inevitable.

I have folded my wings so you may fly.

People stayed far from you, the rare one yet my hand brushed you, and I witnessed the fragile bliss they never saw.

I'd weather every storm just to guard you.

I offered my hand to you so we could dance the night so gracefully, and the moon pretended she didn't notice how we looked at each other.

Sunset comes and goes but I remain next to you.

||Poetry|| I built my own Paris, Just to watch it crumble down And yet I tried again, Mind fixated on a fantasy That spoke of wings and fairy tales #164 ranking in poetry 9/1/2021 #149 ranking in poetry 9/2/2021 #72 ranking in poetry 9/4/2021 #55 ranking in poetry 9/4/2021 #1 ranking in amateur Poetry 7/10/2020 Winner of Wattpad's Chicklit Poetry for summer of Sisterhood 3

Behind every single smile you see. Is a pain you'll never understand, and a thoughts that you'll never imagine me thinking about. cover by: serendipitychrais_ Started writing June 2018

The city of thorns glowed with electric sorrow.

The moons out, I have a pen in hand. I wish I were writing the stars down by name, but these are only thoughts. Thoughts I like to call poems. ⭐

I wandered among the resting and found beauty where sorrow grows.

I feel everything more than I admit.

;standing proud on the remnants of our broken love. . . . ፨image cover credit: shutterstock.com

A year of poems ~ February, 2022 ~ January edition is already published, go read it!

Thank you for stopping by! Dried Flowers is the first project in terms of haiku poetry that I've taken seriously. There is a theme, there is a concept and they're all explained in the first chapter. Please keep in mind that English is my second language. Please excuse any grammar mistakes/typos. Feel free to vote/comment if any of my poems resonate with you. I am very open to feedback, be it negative or positive. The photos used in this collection are from my own personal gallery, taken by myself. With all that being said, Enjoy!