My Written POEMS
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Last published Sun, Mar 29, 2015
Poetry is a form of literature that uses aesthetic and rhythmic qualities of language—such as phonaesthetics, sound symbolism, and meter—to evoke meanings in addition to, or in place of, the prosaic ostensible meaning.
Poetry became my hobby if I'm bored. So, here's some of my selected POEMS that captured my heart so much. I hope you like them. :)
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A Cold Day in July
With music, I feel alive. In every lyric, I can express what I feel. In every rhythm, I can show what I know. But I didn't expect that music can also connect people's hearts. Music crossed our path. We're just playing along with the rhythm and the lyrics not until I need to stop to save myself because as long as we're enjoying it, the lyrics are getting complicated to the point that I can't understand it anymore.Complete
Snowflakes Scattered by Wind (Kalopsia Series #2)
Kalopsia Series #2 A cold-hearted flight attendant gives in to a forbidden night with her best friend of twelve years and must choose between loyalty and a love that could destroy them both. *** Flight Attendant Chontelle Morales has spent twelve years hiding a secret-a love so deep for her best friend, Nick, that she buried it beneath a wall of indifference. Her cold exterior, like an iceberg, has kept her heart frozen from the heat of her feelings, afraid to melt under the summer sun. But one wild night, when the world around them spun in intoxication and recklessness, everything changed. Their friendship, once sacred, blurred the lines between right and wrong. Drunk on passion and each other, they crossed a line they could never uncross, indulging in an affair neither of them can deny. Yet, with their hearts torn between the lovers they each have, can they ever navigate the tangled web they've woven? In the whirlwind of forbidden love, will Chontelle be able to ignore the icy grip of duty, or will she continue to chase the fiery passion that sets her heart ablaze? The love between two friends may conquer all, but will it survive the chaos they've created? And when the winds of fate scatter their world, will she be left to pick up the pieces lost in the snowflakes of her own broken heart? Language: Tagalog God Bless Us!Complete
Three Ways To Fall Out Of Love (or not)
Wait! Before you continue to read this book, I'm warning you, stop it. If you would, you might fall in love with me. You might be addicted to me, and I can't let you fall for me. Because I'm afraid of commiting again. Because they say that I'm awful at love, and even writing about love. So I made something that can cure me. A guide book, on how to write love. Interested? I'm not surprised. But, I have to warn you...again.That in this world, everything ends with happy ending. It's Romance. You don't know what's romance is? Well, basically, it's... Traumatic past. Family issues. Friend issues. Heartbreaks. Can kill you. And even make you crazy. Scared? Well there is now backing out since you've already read all of this. Don't say I didn't warn you sweetheart. *** Language: Tagalog and English Date Started: August 23, 2020 Date Ended: June 14, 2022 WritersPH_RomanceComplete
Idea Of Loving You: A Spoken Word Poetry Compilations (Completed)
My compilation of spoken word poetries! Originally written by me! LolzComplete![Midnight Lover [RATED SPG / COMPLETED]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/26399912-256-k472721.jpg)
Midnight Lover [RATED SPG / COMPLETED]
WARNING: This story is not suitable for young readers. If you are below 18 years old, please don't proceed with the Prologue because this story contains explicit words that are not suitable for you guys. Thank you.Complete![To Survive: Kill The Undead [TS:KU] [UNEDITED]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/75786968-256-k755926.jpg)
To Survive: Kill The Undead [TS:KU] [UNEDITED]
'WE NEED BACKUP HERE IN THE 4TH STREET! THERE'S TOO MANY OF THEM WE'RE GETTING HEAVY CASUALTIES' 'This is HQ. Hold your position for 50 mins. Help is on the way.' '50 MINS? WE CAN'T HOLD THAT MUCH LONG! WE NEED REINFORCEMENT OR THEY WILL ---- -Lost Transmission- -Call Ended- ----------------------------------- All Right Reserved The copyright holder retains all the rights provided by the law Such as Distribution, Performance, And creation of their work. This is a work of Fiction. Names, Character, Places, Incidents Or whatever are product of author's imagination. Any resemblance to Actual person or events are purely coincidence. As you can see. You can Freely read it here. No photocopy of any kinds. Kindly ask the author for permission. ---------------------------------- This will be my First story. The Story's Language will Go [Tag-lish] . I'm really sorry if my grammar is Wrong. Or if any Typo is Made. I hope you enjoyed my Story. Leave a Comment or follow me. Created in June 21 2016 Highest ranking : #11 (Sci-fi) May 9 2017 Cover made my : meha-kComplete
Love and Other Stupid Things (2016)
a poetic collection of my hidden feelings about love, heartbreaks, life, depression, and everything in between. DISCLAIMER: Most of these poems are more meant to be spoken aloud, rather than read.Complete
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Breakfree: Igniting passion, Chasing freedom Simply, one writes to be heard. Whether it be by a person you most dear, people you bear grudge against, by your country or by yourself, one writes to be read. But it has never been a simple obligation to hear out voices in your head, and you try to talk to them like good old friends and convince them to strike a pose in paper by means of words. Some of them mutter then slip away, not agreeing the way you dress them in letters; while a few choose to stay, flaunting confidently with poise. So when rhythm of literature plays upon your writer's hand will then they harmonize and start to dance. There's a sense of euphoria like that of a launching eagle, gliding through space of freedom, when you bury seeds of your thoughts with a quill. You plant your idea with your passion being the light and you pour your soul into it, so when it starts to grow, and you let it be, you'll feel from above how lovely it is to be free. To write is to make love with liberty. Either you want it gentle, or you prefer choking, you'll eventually end up freeing something.Complete
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