This blog is a raw and honest exploration of life, emotions, and the struggles that connect us all–tackling themes ranging from personal growth and self-doubt to societal pressures and the quest for authenticity, with content potentially triggering.
Nah, just kidding. This blog is mostly filled with my personal rants, sometimes unapologetic and oversharing. The trigger warning is real, though. Thread carefully.
Note: Most of the featured images are generated using DALL-E. If any of you feel like your artwork are unlawfully used to train a certain image, let me know so I can take them down. Poems and prose are my own, not AI’s.
Dig deeper, in chronological order
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A lament of a wretched poet
in PoemsThe solitary journey of a writer, grappling the highs and lows of poetic expressions and facing trials and turbulences in balancing the quests for recognition and artistry passion.
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Fuck, I am a woman
in PoemsA spontaneous poem made at a writer’s soiree held on Kartini’s Day: Imagine you’ve picked your best dress only to find… there were those familiar red stains in the back of your dress just before you go. It’s hard to be a woman!
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Sylvia Plath
in PoemsHow many poems have I crafted this month?Oh boy, I’ve lost count.It seems splendid, does it not?Yet my head swirls in a cloud;for I reckon howthis burst of artistry — it’s a sign,a clear sign:I am definitely not fine.
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Back in your days
in PoemsOf course it is our fault that we are designed as a weapon of massive consumption, The graphic needs our money to continue to mount. After all, we are the generation that gives up.
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A declaration
in PoemsWe women don’t own our bodies; we carry a womb, the vessel of life; thus, this body of mine is owned by many. But this vessel of mine, won’t breed a single soul.
Paracosmic 