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──────── ₊⋆☽◯☾⋆₊ ──────── 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. ──────── ₊⋆☽◯☾⋆₊ ──────── 𝟒 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)

REVISED VERSION. These are written in English, a collection of different poems that hold promising and relatable words. A flower that speaks tacenda, the things which are better left unsaid. In this world full of loquacious people, how long do I have to be silent to wait for my turn to speak, to be seen, and be heard? If you like it and want to share it, please do take credit. Highest Rank: #1 in spokenwordpoetry #1 in compilationofpoems

Just a compilation of spoken word poetry, poems, and random shits that left unspoken...

──────── ˚ ₊ ‧ ⋆ ──────── There has always been an 𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐬 residing in me. Something hollow and deep and empty. Something that screams to be heard. Something that aches for meaning in this haunting world. Through this collection I try to pick out the pieces of my heart and bleed out words that have haunted me. And maybe try to find peace with a truth that always scared me. because maybe this is how its meant to be : me, floating in the abyss of my misery ────────˚ ₊ ‧ ⋆ ──────── 𝟏𝟓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 ⟪ h i g h e s t r a n k i n g s ⟫ #1 in poem (out of 199k stories) #1 in poetrycollection (out of 34.5k stories) #1 in words (out of 16.5k stories) #1 in poembook (out of 15.8k stories) #1 in prose (out of 9.07k stories) #1 in freeverse (out of 7.72k stories) FEATURED ON THE OFFICIAL @Poetry's "Free Verse" READING LIST

Every feeling is you.

Ito'y para sa mga taong nag mahal,minahal at nag mamahal.

Ang Pagluha ng Dalawang Ilog ay koleksyon ng mga tula na isinulat upang itanghal sa entablado. Tumatalakay ito sa isang pag-ibig ng isang makata para sa kanyang sinisinta.

This Spoken Word Poetry won 1st place in the Spoken Word Poetry organized by Binibini in Amino Uzzap

One's experiences and thought can be engrave in words. It sights different emotion, expression and an unexplainable feelings that only word can say. But why we want it this way? We write, because we want to; We express, because we are human bounded with emotions; We surpass some words, because we are being advocate with thoughts, and that is... masterpieces of expression. You can express, I can express, So do she! -NAKED NOTE

I dedicate this SpokenWord Poetry for Someone,Whose the one I Love and I miss the most. No matter what you feel/say after reading this.Just always remember that i'm always here for you.And i just wanna say I Miss You. Yung iba dito may kwenta naman pero yung iba dala lang ng ka-abnoan ko.HAHAHAHAHA #17-16 in Spokenwordpoetry

When you feel you are walking alone.

Own version of ABAKADA ng tunay na nagmamahal of BRIAN VEE

There really is no rhyme or reason to this collection of poems I have written. I'm new to poetry and want to learn all I can in how to improve. Criticism and tips are always welcome!

A Christmas tale of silent admiration, destiny, and a kiss beneath the mistletoe that turned longing into love. When the season speaks, hearts listen.

Really bad, random poetry that I've written. Warning. Very cringe worthy.

We live in a world where connection is constant, yet presence feels rare. Signal Lost is a reflection on the quiet spaces between us-where attention drifts, where real moments are missed, and where sometimes, the true signal comes when we step away from the noise. Let this be a gentle reminder to look up, breathe deep, and come home to yourself.

Identity crisis

A spoken word poem I wrote about how I feel about my boyfriend and myself.

Compilation of written poems that includes various types such as free verses, spoken word poetry, limericks, acrostics and more...

LOVE IN TIME tells the story of a love that came not early, not late - but exactly when it was meant to.