s p o k e n p o e t r y para sa puso mong pagod na pagod na.

Ang aking mga tulang mabubuo ay tatagos sa inyong mga puso... -NotPerfect09

I love writing poetries, that's why I made this section for my written works. Hope you enjoy reading! :)

"You have no idea how my hands crave to roam around thirsty in your body with my tongue lusting to taste something I'm not allowed to.." Warning: This is a girl x girl story. So if you're not comfortable reading this kind of genre, I suggest you just read something you like. There are 18+ scenes here so please please please back off if you're a kid. All events and characters are fiction. This is an unedited version so expect errors and typos. (UNDER REVISION SOON) Enjoy reading!

لا استبيح النقل أو الاقتباس «حيثُ تتلاقى الأوتارُ بالحروف... يولدُ عشقٌ لا ينتهي.»

Katulad sa Pamagat, ito'y koleksyon ng mga Tula ni Otep

A colletion of my Spoken Word Poetry, Poem, Prose and Short Story. Ang mga akdang napapaloob sa librong ito ay may mga samu't-saring paksa na ako mismo ang nagsulat. Suportahan po natin ang wikang sariling atin! 'Wag pong kalilimutang pindutin ang vote! Maraming salamat po sa suporta! 😊

Deia's character is perpetually burdened by pain and suffering. She struggles to manage her emotions, often finding herself overwhelmed and in tears. However, despite her trials, she ultimately finds a path back to happiness. While she presents a facade of coldness and indifference, beneath the surface lies a tender heart. She maintains a tough and aloof demeanor, patiently awaiting the day when she will be treated with the respect and kindness she deserves from her new friends and acquaintances.

"If a poet loves you, you will never die." I'm just a mediocre poet who never believed I will cross path with love. But destiny really works in a mysterious way. The moon may wax and wane and ocean may ebb and flow, yet poetry will remain constant in turning emotions into a beautiful craft. As Jim Morrison says, "If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it's to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel."

To the boys who made me believe they could be my last, who filled my heart with fleeting dreams and endless what ifs, this is for you. You stirred my world, made me delusional with hope, and turned my love into a fragile illusion. I thought you were the end of my search, the final verses of my poetry, but you were just shadows passing through. You left me with shattered dreams and lessons I didn't know I needed, proof that love isn't always meant to stay.