As beings, it is more than usual for one to neglect the thoughts in one’s mind & desire in the soul as it doesn’t feel as one’s belonging. Often felt like society’s norms and non-verbal validations are the world’s preeminent mastery to achieve and act out to be safely ‘sheltered’. Though clearly it isn’t—and though deep inside it is comprehensible—one’s still no superhero—as superheroes are brave, and one’s own identity is not even theirs.

This poem is about finding yourself again after a long time, and even though you’ve changed, you’re okay with it. It’s a reminder to never leave yourself to be there for someone else.

This poem is about growing up, and how there are expectations that sometimes can’t be met or circumstances that won’t go your way. It’s about realizing how big the world is, and how much time we have left to figure our stuff out.

On those sullen winter days, I ask myself; have I ever felt like this - with you before?

The language of flowers is a secret garden, embodying symbolic meanings unique to their species. This carrd holds 4 flowers: 1 poem for each flower. chamomile symbolises rest and relaxation, lotus symbolises enlightenment and rebirth, purple hyacinths portray forgiveness while bluebells represent kindness. Through these poems, I commemorate each flower as different ways people grow to become better versions of themselves- and bloom.

What is love to me? An ideology. But of what kind?

A poem about losing the purest love the character ever received and how the loss turned the character to be a better person through the hardships within.

To be human is to feel movement, change, and love. This piece is about how painful and selfish stagnancy can be.

When I smelled spring coming from a distance, that's when I knew. Love is here, Love has arrived, that is true.

This poem is about my feelings about adapting to a new place that once was a dream, but of course, new beginnings were never easy. I want to convey how I feel privileged to be in the place where I am right now but at the same time, it’s hard for me to silver line my condition— because I struggled to fit in with the force of nature and time. I then realized that everything takes time and I should never neglect my feelings. After all, I went through all of that shit, so this is my way of patting myself on the back. Because a little flower blooms and grows into a beautiful one through time and pain anyways. <3

I lay in a bed that’s not my own, being caressed by the hot hands of my creator 

My stone does not bother him, only I

“You are not like any other, you are mine” He breathes into the ear he carved so I would hear his every word 

The Ethereal Sun is a two-part poem exploring the amorous Moon’s mythological love for the Sun, celebrating the divinity of astrological lore. An Ode To Solar Majesty recounts the Moon’s yearnings, while Of The Words Unspoken dives deep into his concealed emotions.

Making sarcastic love poems for fun as I identify myself as a self-proclaimed “anti-romantic.” I am that desperate, but yet have no guts to come forward.

Through The Lakes and Mirrorball by Taylor Swift, this poem conveys the use of imagination as means of escapism to fulfill the loneliness of a people-pleaser.

A poetry about the restlessness of glorification about saving someone else. Why don't we save ourselves first?

She thought that life is a tangle of hands sticking out of the roots to give your core of being experimental little touches.

Through fragments of Japanese mythology, animanga references, and idiosyncratic symbolism. I superglue together a semi-complete mosaic – that befriending your demons isn’t easy (but it’s necessary).

CW: Mentions and implications of violence, blood, death

I Contain Multitudes is a digital collage compiling 18 unsent text messages I’ve collected from the Unsent Project. From 18 different people who had a first love share their name with me, Star.

Why is she putting on a mask? Why doesn’t she want to be seen? Why is she lying about her identity? Why doesn’t she fight back?

art and poetry by Avrilia Monica

A Javanese music scale is included in a part of my full name and the arts (musical, visual and literary) grew a life of its own by my side beyond just my name. In this poem, I show appreciation of the intimate role of the arts in my self-discovery, growth and self-care by symbolising it in a house renovated overnight.