‘til death we do art
i have failed to distinguish breathing and writing because oxygenated verses have filled and found solace in my dreaded lungs…
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A poet in a paradox
She basks in her fear to be known, yet seeks to feel and be seen. Diving towards the depths of an artist’s imagination, she crafts her existence to an empty canvas, brushes life through a palette’s colorful hues, and captures her fairy-dusted adventures to make a difference.
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The writer’s scars
My dearest, I seem to have forgotten how to write. That each metaphor which escaped this pretentious tongue has scourged…
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I’ll be your happy hormones
Let me be your dopamine, stimulating you to every thing you’re passionate about. I’ll accompany you in loving every melodious…
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Dinagsaan Peak ᨒ↟
“The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.”– Eleanor Roosevelt As a young child, I adored the sky. Whether it be the bright blue clouds or the dainty warm sunsets, every time I look above I feel at peace. Every now and then, I wanted to be a bird who… Read more
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ode to my friends
She’s warm like sunshine; her voice feels home. A worrier sometimes, but a dreamer most of the times. She loves sunsets and coffee, takes strength in God and her family. Read more
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‘til death we do art
i have failed to distinguish breathing and writing because oxygenated verses have filled and found solace in my dreaded lungs… Read more
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The length of our lives may equate not the dreams we aspire. Yet let us learn to love our own molten wings, craft our own stories, and set adventures for the sake of art. ‘Til last breath we breathe ‘Til death we do art.
– Meiyara
meiyara manawari
a gentle sun-kissed breeze blown through places unknown
est. 10.09.23
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