Creaky Paradise

Creaky Paradise

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Creaky Paradise is a tender, unflinching poetry collection that maps the quiet resilience of a girl growing into a woman inside a world that often forgets to love her back. Set in the hollowed-out rooms of broken homes and within the bodies that carry both beauty and bruises, this book explores what it means to rebuild when you were never given a solid foundation to begin with. Chrislie Dor writes with the vulnerability of someone who has sat with silence and made it speak. Each poem is a crack in the drywall, a breath in the thick air, a dance on splintered floors-all revealing the duality of survival: softness and strength, abandonment and arrival, discipline and desire. This is a book about finding art in the ache, about what happens when the world flips instead of turns, and you're forced to create your own rhythm in the ruins. Both a coming-of-age and a coming-home, Creaky Paradise offers a lyrical sanctuary for anyone who's ever had to heal in the same place they were hurt - and still found something sacred there. In a voice that is part whisper, part war cry, Dor carves a place for hope to stand, even if the ground beneath it creaks.
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Bare Soul

My Bare Soul can be found at the pit of the glistening waterfalls where my words reside. My loud vulnerability. My truth that I do not hide. My voice although unheard, my words make it come alive. Although it trembles, my hand or pen in it never shakes, it only thrives. Come take a look inside... Maybe you'll find yourself in one of my poems. Or maybe you'll see a soul that unapologetically confides. (Poetry book)

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