To My Love

Under Revision Samahan niyo ako sa paglalakbay kasama ng durog kong puso. (Compilations of short story, poetry and personal opinions of the author.)

Mga sanaysay, parirala, tula, at iba pa...

Mga orihinal na tulang nakatala gamit ang pluma at tinta.

Koleksyon ng Haiku sa Tagalog. Ito ay traditional na poetry ng mga Hapon. Binubuo lamang ito ng tatlong linya. Ang una at huli ay may limang silaba. Ang gitna ay may pito. Halika at magbasa. Malay mo gawan kita. At ang susunod kong haiku, para sa'yo na. :) (A/N: Pictures and images are credited to their respective owners but words and feelings are all mine. :D )

Ang aking sulating ito ay nasa anyo ng tuluyang patula, isang uri ng malikhaing sulatin na gumagamit ng prosa ngunit nagtataglay ng tayutay, imahen, at masinsing damdamin. Hindi ito sumusunod sa sukat at tugma, bagkus ay umaasa sa ritmo ng emosyon at sandali. Hindi ito ang tradisyonal na anyo ng isang tula, ngunit ito ay sumasalamin sa damdamin. Ang bawat piraso, salita at letra ay ang puso ang may akda.

⚘. "all roads lead to an exit." It is not just a book. It is an outlet for the writer's unsaid feelings translated to poems and short excerpts. If you are fond of reading such, maybe this book is for you. - rotunda, ongoing. app/s used for book cover - penup

A collection of random poems, letters and thoughts.

Where Pain Follows is a collection of letters about the quiet battles we carry inside. It speaks about trauma, self-sabotage, and the feeling of running away from the very pain that shaped us. These letters explore the loneliness of someone who believes they are too broken to be loved. Someone who pushes people away before they can stay, who hides behind distance because vulnerability feels heavier than silence. Within these pages are verses about family wounds, fragile friendships, and the fear of letting love come close. This book is for the ones who keep running. For the ones who feel like pain always finds them. And for the ones who are still learning that even the most broken hearts are still worthy of love.

Poems I had created whenever I can't sleep.