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In the name of poetry—you can find solace in every words written on its pages💗

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“Can a heart still bleed even when it stopped moving?”
29/10/2025

“Can a heart still bleed even when it stopped moving?”

When A Young Soul Dies, The Sky CriesWhen a young soul dies, the sky weeps tears of dew,A melancholy requiem, the winds ...
17/10/2025

When A Young Soul Dies, The Sky Cries

When a young soul dies, the sky weeps tears of dew,
A melancholy requiem, the winds whisper anew.
The stars, like shattered glass, in the night do gleam,
A celestial canvas, painted with sorrow's dark dream.

The trees, like sentinels of grief, stand tall and still,
Their leaves, a rustling whisper, a mournful, eerie thrill.
The flowers, like promises, unkept, fade away,
Their beauty lost, like the young soul, in eternal gray.

The moon, a ghostly galleon, sails the midnight sky,
A lonely voyager, that weeps, as the young soul says goodbye.
The night, a shroud, that wraps the world in dark despair,
A bereavement, that touches hearts, and leaves them bare.

Yet, in the heavens, a star, a spark, remains,
A glimmer of the soul, that refuses to be extinguished in pains.
For though the body fades, the spirit lives on,
A celestial legacy, that will forever be sung.

—Ash

Enough in OneIn the depth of one soul, a universe spins,A single heart, a world within,One real person, a story so grand...
29/09/2025

Enough in One

In the depth of one soul, a universe spins,
A single heart, a world within,
One real person, a story so grand,
A life of moments, etched on the sand.

Their eyes, a window to the past,
Their smile, a future that will last,
In one person's love, a flame so bright,
Guiding through life's darkest night.

Enough in one, a tale so true,
A life of love, in me and you,
One real person, a heart that beats,
A symphony of life, in perfect repeats.

—Ash
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What school did to me, I still recall,Dulling passion, and silencing my call,The fire that burned, reduced to a spark,A ...
28/09/2025

What school did to me, I still recall,
Dulling passion, and silencing my call,
The fire that burned, reduced to a spark,
A poet's heart, forced to embark.

School's sharp scissors clipped my wings,
Cutting dreams to fit standardized rings,
The weight of expectations, a heavy toll,
My creativity, slowly losing its soul.

On a journey of tests, and endless stress,
Where art and dreams, were mere excess,
But still I hold, on to what's left,
My voice, my verse, my poet's breath.

In the margins, I wrote my truth,
A rebellion, against the system's youth,
Though school may have clipped my wings' flight,
My words remain, a beacon in the night.

—Ash
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Emily, bride of bone,Love's flame that death can't own,Eternal heart, in darkness shines,A ghostly love, forever divine....
28/09/2025

Emily, bride of bone,
Love's flame that death can't own,
Eternal heart, in darkness shines,
A ghostly love, forever divine.

—Ash
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H'wag ninyo gamitin ang mga salitang alam ninyong puwede naming kahinaan.Napapagod din kami! Nagsisimula pa lang kaming ...
28/09/2025

H'wag ninyo gamitin ang mga salitang alam ninyong puwede naming kahinaan.
Napapagod din kami!

Nagsisimula pa lang kaming mangarap.

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I FEEL EMPTYYour absence is a canvas,painted with memories of you,emptiness echoes,where love once broke through.—AshPho...
28/09/2025

I FEEL EMPTY

Your absence is a canvas,
painted with memories of you,
emptiness echoes,
where love once broke through.

—Ash
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“I know a spot” 🌿Photo not mine
28/09/2025

“I know a spot” 🌿
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It was never about how women dresses. If a drunk man can touch a woman with lust in his eyes, he can and he will do even...
28/09/2025

It was never about how women dresses.

If a drunk man can touch a woman with lust in his eyes, he can and he will do even at any time.

Under age or not, women should always be respected, and not seen as toys for men's satisfaction.

—Ash

My friend, I don't write for the crowd's applause or the critic's nod,I scribble words to hear my soul's own voice, to f...
28/09/2025

My friend, I don't write for the crowd's applause or the critic's nod,
I scribble words to hear my soul's own voice, to feel the heartbeat of my thoughts.
The page is my confidant, my whispering wall, where shadows of my deepest self unfold.
I write to unravel the knots within, to chase the ghosts that haunt my mind,
and though few may read, the act itself is solace, a quiet dialogue with the divine.

The ink flows not for fame but for the freedom it brings,
a cathartic dance of emotions, where tears and laughter mingle like morning dew.
If one soul resonates with my lines, if a single heart finds solace in my words,
then the silence between the lines was worth the weight of every breath I've ever stirred.

—Ash

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