Dark Star

F O R E W O R D
          
          Every poem is a station—an arrival, a departure, a pause between where we have been and where we are going. In this book, Seventh Station, the journey is not outward but inward: into the mirrors of the self, the war zones of the heart, the quiet rooms of therapy, the alchemy of transformation, the windows through which we watch others, the landscapes of dreams, and finally, the restless corridors of the poet’s own mind.
          
          This is not a simple collection of verses. It is a map of survival, written in fragments of pain, anger, memory, and hope. Each station holds its own world: the insecurities that echo in the Mirror House, the rage and scars of the War Zone, the confessions offered to The Therapist, the transformations conjured by The Alchemist, the silent observations from the People’s Window, the fragile longings of Dreamland, and, at last, the raw honesty inside Diether’s Brain.
          
          The poems move like broken glass reflecting many sides of one soul—shards that cut, but also glimmer with light. In them, vulnerability and violence coexist, as do despair and resilience. They remind us that to write is not just to create beauty, but to survive what might otherwise remain unsaid.
          
          As you turn these pages, do not look for perfect order or neat endings. Instead, step into each station as it is: chaotic, wounded, searching, alive. Let the words speak to the places in you that are fragile, restless, or unhealed. And may you leave this journey with the understanding that every scar, every silence, and every dream is part of the whole.
          
          Welcome to the Seventh Station
          
          My seventh collection of poetry
          Seventh Station by Dark Star
          2024 - 2025
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/401244005

F O R E W O R D
          
          How does one live with a nightmare that happens not in sleep, but in daylight? How do you carry ghosts that never leave, regrets that echo like broken records, and memories that feel sharper than glass? This book was born from those questions.
          
          Daymare is not a dream—it is the opposite of it. It is the sunlight version of a nightmare, the kind you cannot wake up from because it follows you everywhere. These poems are not merely words, but fragments of a mind at war with itself, a heart still bleeding from trust that was betrayed, and a soul trying to make sense of the shadows it cannot escape.
          
          In these pages, you will find not only my wounds, but the echoes of others who have walked through loneliness, heartbreak, shame, and melancholy. Each chapter—each poem—is a mirror of the demons I’ve faced and the haunting voices that refused to be silenced. They are pieces of my diary, my confession, my truth.
          
          This is not a book of answers, but a book of survival. It is the documentation of what it feels like to breathe in pain and still search for light. It is messy, raw, uncomfortable, but it is real.
          
          Read it as if you are stepping into a room I once lived in
          
          
          
          My sixth collection of poetry
          Daymare by Dark Star
          2022 - 2023
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/400901485

P A U N A N G   S A L I T A
          
          Sa bawat salita at taludtod ay may lihim na damdaming hindi kayang sambitin sa harap ng madla. May mga bagay na mahirap aminin, kahit sa sarili, kaya’t mas pinipiling itago sa likod ng mga ngiti at tawa. Ngunit sa mga pahinang ito, wala nang pagkukunwari—sapagkat ang bawat tula ay naging sisidlan ng aking pinakatotoong damdamin.
          
          Ang Tinala sa mga Tala ay koleksyon ng mga alaala, sugat, at paghilom. Narito ang mga tula ng pagkabata at pagdadalaga, ng pagsibol at pagbagsak, ng pagtatapos at panibagong simula. Ito’y tala ng pag-ibig at pagkamuhi, ng pag-asa at pagkadapa, ng pananampalataya at pagkalito. Tulad ng mga tala sa langit, ang bawat tula ay nagliliwanag—maliit man o malayo, may sariling saysay at direksiyon.
          
          Ang aklat na ito ay parang pagtingin sa kalawakan: walang tiyak na hugis, ngunit puno ng hiwaga. Nawa’y sa pagbabasa mo ng mga tulang ito, matagpuan mo rin ang sariling piraso ng iyong damdamin—mga alaalang nais mong limutin ngunit mahalagang sariwain, mga sugat na nais mong takpan ngunit dapat yakapin, at mga pangarap na kahit gaano kaliit ay patuloy na kumikislap.
          
          Ito ang aking tinig na binulong sa mga tala—at patuloy na bubulong pa.
          
          
          
          My fifth collection of poetry
          Tinala Sa Mga Tala  by Dark Star
          2016 - 2022
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/400901772

F O R E W O R D
          
          The last book I created from the archives of hundreds of poems I've written over the years is this one. Perhaps it is the least cohesive of all my collections-but the title itself explains why.
          
          This book is a mosaic of my beliefs, emotions, and stories. Within these pages, I write about suicide, death, vulnerability, politics, betrayal, the struggle of growing up, and much more.
          
          It represents me as a person-someone who cannot be defined in just one or two words. I am not simple, nor flat. I am complex, layered, and difficult to capture fully. Like shattered glass, I am broken, yet every fragment reflects a different point of view.
          
          We are all broken in some way. But like a mirrorball, even in our brokenness, we can shine.
          
          
          
          My fourth collection of poetry
          Broken Pieces by Dark Star
          2017 - 2022
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/400901479

F O R E W O R D
          
          For me, this is my most clever book. It may be my third collection, but it is the very first concept I ever carried inside my head-to write a book about a certain person.
          
          This book is like a diary entry, a journal, an email, or a letter I could never send. It holds the stories I never imagined I would be brave enough to publish. This book knew my pain before I became the version of myself I am today. Even now, I can hardly read it without crying.
          
          It is called "Unsaid" for a reason. "Unsaid" means the words left unspoken-but it also carries a hidden meaning: *un-ced*. "Ced" is the name of the person I once loved, the one who was the reason for both my heartbreak and my pain. Publishing this book feels like the craziest idea I've ever followed through with-but who cares now?
          
          I can't unsend it anymore. I have already said what was once unsaid.
          
          My third collection of poetry
          Unsaid by Dark Star
          2019 - 2021
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/400901471

F O R E W O R D
          
          Love and hate are the emotions I am most obsessed with writing about. In fact, about 80% of the poems in this collection come from the archives of hundreds I've written over the years. I once thought I was finished with this theme, ready to move on to my sixth book. But I found myself heartbroken and in love at the same time-so I added those new pieces here. That is what made this book feel complete.
          
          This collection is not simply about comparing love and hate. It goes deeper. It is about loving someone you also hate, hating someone you still love, feeling love when you should feel anger, and feeling hate even while you are in love. It is about the complexity and unbreakable bond between these two emotions.
          
          This book lives in the space between them. It is a reminder that one cannot exist without the other-that sometimes, the beauty of love is seen most clearly through the shadows of pain, and that hate, too, is a valid feeling we must acknowledge.
          
          Always remember: it is never just love or hate. It takes both.
          
          
          My second collection of poetry
          LOVE; HATE by Dark Star
          2018 - 2022
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/400863600

F O R E W O R D
          
          To begin with, I never imagined myself writing an entire book of poetry. At first, I only loved writing poems and hiding them away in an archive. But from a handful of verses grew hundreds, and soon I began shaping them into chapters-until, eventually, they became books.
          
          The very first collection I created was It's Just a Day. These poems speak of moments scattered across time: morning, afternoon, evening, night, and midnight. Among all my works, this collection feels the most gentle, bright, and tender.
          
          To me, this book is a reminder that tomorrow is always waiting. There is no final ending-only the next chapter. That is the beauty of this collection: a quiet joy, a source of pride, and an acceptance of both the light and the weight that tomorrow brings.
          
          Always remember-it's just a day.
          
          
          
          My first collection of poetry
          It's Just a Day by Dark Star
          2018 - 2021
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/400862537