Since then, poetry and proses have enthralled me in such an enormous way──it's as if grazing my sensibilities I choose not to put forth. Yet, its unyielding sinew has held itself captive and made my rib cage open──as if the hues inside are braced to be unfurled. And I believed so, this is when the power of words sprang──my quill.
(she/her) : Ceres means "to grow/cultivate", while Eithne signifies "brilliance/resplendence".
To the wondrous peeps who came across this page, hello! You are at liberty to call me Ceres or Eithne, or if you have a nickname in mind that would be awesome! Although, it is not a preference, calling me miss/ma'am would add up to the fantabulous things that give me immeasurable bliss.
I am a Filipina littérateur and a poet whose evocative creations anchor on the cosmic baffling collision of societal conditions and the incalculable prejudices (like littlest brontides!). Moreover, besides poetry, the fictional genres I am used to working on are Mystery and Psychological thrillers. I watch too many bloodbath documentaries only to cultivate abhorrence towards evil beings and grieve over the slaughtered innocent souls. Thus, you can deduce that is where I draw my creative inspirations from.
stumbled across the ample immaculate dune at nightfall of Anthemoessa's rocky littoral
───AVTA by Ceres Eithne
{ ✿ } where home is — aria (levensoterio), honey reese (drapedhoney)
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An anthology tackling the cosmic baffling collision of societal conditions and the incalculable prejudices and other musings coming as littlest brontides with a hope that their low rumbles may find their way to you.
What skulks beneath the sundry veneers will soon undrape when Stygian dusk befalls, like how it came to me unanticipatedly, amidst the anamnesis of those twinkles I try to quell.
Lonely, we blazed through the precipitous trails of our perennial springs as though we are not distinctively dwellers of our own lands. Its conundrums, that oftentimes hit us like combers, we endeavor to embark on to illuminate its intricacies. That, predominantly, we put ourselves into a highly fructuous anamnesis just to elucidate whatever perches our soul, even if it is blisteringly suffocating.