Quite Light
How can somone color blind image their soul's colour?…
How can somone color blind image their soul's colour?…
I asked Death the meaning of life. He answered with a question.…
A shadow followed me through every fall, whispering that surrender was easier than fighting. But somewhere between the darkness and the sky, I learned that healing is not escaping your shadows, it is learning to fly beside them.…
Within these pages lie stories of love and loss, hope and heartbreak, monsters and moonlight, revolutions and revelations. Each poem is a fragment of a moment, a thought, or a feeling; small whispers sent into the universe, searching for someone who understands.This collection brings together some of the poems I have written, poems that, despite being my own, have touched my heart the most. They hold the thoughts, dreams, fears, and hopes I have carried through different moments of my life. These poems are pieces of me, scattered across pages like stars across the night sky.Perhaps, among these whispers of dying stars, you may find a piece of yourself too.…
It started with a feeling I couldn't name.Not fear. And yet.Unease.Like waking up and knowing something had already gone wrong, even before you opened your eyes.…
My entries for the Versification 2026…
Far beyond the sealed rift, somewhere deep within the endless dark, a quiet voice whispered."At last."…
Written for a school-related contest…
And in that moment, he was broken, but he was fearless and utterly alive…
Something lingering in the air...Still lingering in the air...I waited. That was the story.…
They called me a ghost.I don't remember dying, but they keep calling me a ghost.Once, I was alive in the way stars are alive; burning, giving, breaking themselves apart just to keep others warm.…
Dead, died, dying, as their golden blood fades.…
Because he hadn't forgotten. Not even when she was long and gone.…
One bloom for all the dead.One step for all those who could not.One last shadow behind her, fading with the wind.One last bloom.One last promise.One last goodbye.…
Even stars burn out. Even kingdoms forget how to shine.…
He was an idiot. That's what he was. AN IDIOT THAT I LOVED.…
Elysian...A place supposed to be heavenAnd yet it became her hell…
Do you think we'll make it in time?We'll make it. We always do.…
I should've known something was wrong when my alarm clock smacked me in the face at 8:00 AM sharp.…
When four powerful goddesses clash over how to shape the world of Terra, their battle threatens to destroy it. With the help of ancient elemental gods, they learn to live in harmony by creating the seasons. As balance returns, Terra is reborn and given a new name - Earth. This myth tells the magical origin of the seasons and why plants grow and die each year.…