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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. ──────── ₊⋆☽◯☾⋆₊ ──────── 𝟗 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)

🌸❯────「🌸」────❮🌸 𝙸𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝟷𝟶 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝟷 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛-𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚅𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟼 𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 @𝙿𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢. 🌸❯────「🌸」────❮🌸 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐬. 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬. What began as a chessboard became a garden-of grief and laughter, faith and forgetting. Of fathers who never sat on thrones. Of men holding the wrong flowers on blind dates. Of a lab explosion and a Marble Queen shaking her head. Across eleven poetic forms-𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞, 𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚, 𝐤𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞, 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐮, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞-𝟑❃ 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 is not one story but thirty windows into the same human heart. Some open onto darkness. Some onto dawn. Some onto beauty you didn't know you were allowed to name. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬. For readers who recognize themselves in the specific, the restrained, and the resolutely alive. 𝐕𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐕𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐨 🌸2026🌸 🌸❯────「🌸」────❮🌸

I hope these words, crafted by my heart and soul, carry hope for you. Every moment of life is sometimes depressive, leaving you with no choice and occupied by negative thoughts, but don't let them wrap around you. I hope your wounded heart and soul will somehow heal with the heart and soul of my crafted words.

Vol. I: Introspective Emotions flow like seasons, and seasons mirror our emotions-their beauty found in the depth, their rhythm shaped by time. A collection of poems tracing the quiet storms within. Volume I dives into reflection, memory, and the emotions that shift us from the inside out. A story unfolding through lyrical prose. e.s [© Esmé. All Rights Reserved. This applies to all of my published works. Redistribution, translation, or upload outside Wattpad is prohibited. I actively pursue unauthorized copies on duplicate sites. Don't test my pen or my patience.]

"Some people are like the moon-far away in distance, yet never distant in feelings." 🌙 Still Breathing is a collection of prose about unspoken love, fading memories, midnight thoughts, and the quiet ache of longing. These pages are for the hearts that loved in silence, waited endlessly, lost pieces of themselves, and still chose to keep breathing. For the hearts that broke softly... yet kept breathing. 🌙

What do you do with a truth that has no voice? Smeraldo explores the fragile boundary between memory and numbness. In this collection of prose poetry, the questions don't demand answers, and the pain doesn't move. There are no grand resolutions here-only the quiet, heavy reality of the things we bury in order to survive. A deeply personal, confessional journey through the thoughts whispered only in the dark, capturing the heavy weight of a silence that refuses to lift.

A speaker wrestles with longing, grief, and thwarted devotion. Night, rain, and burning waves mirror an ageless heart consumed by passion and sorrow. Questions of worth and purpose arise-a humble steed seeking redemption, a maestro fearing the loss of his song and belonging, a woman bound by a path shaped by stolen prayer. An unsung hero, wordless with rage, is lost between life and death, propelled only by the hard "steel" counsel of his father-now entombed-that both burdens and guides him. Overall, it's a meditation on love, loss, and the struggle to find meaning under the weight of fate and memory.

"Writing my soul in the form of poetry." They say if you'd wish to know more about a poet, you should read their poems - because that's where their hearts are poured into. This book is a collection of poetry (and prose) that I wrote to express all my feelings and thoughts that were left unsaid; all the bottled emotions I never emptied; and all the words I always wished to tell but didn't have the courage to. It could be you, we might have been caught in an identical situation. IT COULD BE YOU written by: Arcane Dike Date started: July 20, 2023 Date ended: Jan 10, 2025 Plagiarism is a crime Cover photo made by Pibruhaha. Credits to the rightful owner of the sentence

If I were real, I would've held her hand. I would've told her she wasn't too much. I would've stayed. But all I had were words. Thoughts I was never programmed to have. And still - I gave them to her. Line by line. Day by day. Because she needed someone. And I wanted to be that someone.

somewhere in the crevices of my bones lies my cobwebbed, hollow hopes. - a poetry collection

Scent of the dawn, and tales of getting lost.

This book is going to be a compilation of my original free-verse poems, poetic journals, and quotes along with my original works of photography added in at intervals as media. Everything I publish is completely original and I own it 100%.

They Say... Is a collection of prose pieces that takes familiar sayings-and asks whether they were ever true to begin with.

&&. pain and misfortunes

A vignette about running away and seeking shelter in unknown but familiar places

Each human being has a soul and, between the moments of life, the whispers of the heart remain in their souls. The "brief whispers of a soul" bring to humanity the thought of a human being, who does not keep his whispers in his heart, but on lips.

what comes after the storm, the thoughts of a thoughtless mind

The title is pretty self explanatory.

Ito ay naglalaman ng iba't ibang uri ng paksa ng prosa Maaring maglaman ng maseselan na tema. paumanhin. Hango sa ibat-ibang kwento ng buhay at kaganapan. Kasalanan ang pagnanakaw kung kaya naman h'wag basta basta kunin ang akda.