How to Self-Publish Your Poem

   Yes, indeed, today, I am here to present  you my ways of self-publishing my poems. This project actually requires a trememdous amount of brainstorming as well as effort and time. Thanks to Ms. K that we can have this opportunity to show our own poem to the public and to experience the joy of receiving other's recognition.

This is the video i made, hope you will enjoy it! :)

These are the poems I published...

Silence

-E.C.

I was born of a silence,

Between the sea and the olive tree,

Where roaring waves are

Like whispering birds;

Where shattered thoughts are

Like nfinished books;

Where my soul rests upon

A bed of dead leaves.

I was born of a silence.





You Deserve
-E.C.

You deserve love letters with roses attached

You deserve birthday wishes every day

You deserve ice cream sundaes at 3 am 

You deserve the smell of rain splashing on you

You deserve whispers through your ears

You deserve warm hugs after a long day

You deserve smiles from anyone

You deserve to be reminded how beautiful you are

Troubled Soul

-E.C.

Chasing lights

Morning tea

Lost in the thoughts

Silence,

Warmth,

Comfort,

Here in the moment

The chasm of an inadequate void filled with despondency

A weary heart and a troubled soul

 

Silence

Silence

-E.C.

I was born of a silence,

Between the sea and the olive tree,

Where roaring waves are

Like whispering birds;

Where shattered thoughts are

Like nfinished books;

Where my soul rests upon

A bed of dead leaves.

I was born of a silence.

Photo Credit @E.C.

Troubled Soul

Troubled Soul

-E.C.

Chasing lights

Morning tea

Lost in the thoughts

Silence,

Warmth,

Comfort,

Here in the moment

The chasm of an inadequate void filled with despondency

A weary heart and a troubled soul

Photo Credit E.C.

Stronger

Stronger

-E.C.

What doesn’t 

Kill you makes 

You stronger

Unless 

During the 

Process of 

Nearly Killing 

You

It somehow made

You weaker

Static Shocks

<Poem writing in the style of Michael Ondaatje' "Sweet Like a Crow">

Your hands feel like a bullet fired from a pistol

penetrating my chest

Like stepping on shattered galsses with bare feet

Like the wrinkly skin of a pug

Like a long piece of sandpaper, like someone smashing a guitare 

that is out of tune, like a crumpled piece of paper,

A forgotton scar from the time you fell over,

A burnt piece of bread, 

A dead fish washed onto the shore.

Like dusty old pages of a book,

Like piercings on the tongue,

Like being hit by hails in the summer,

An expiered milk, the cliffhanger from 

An episode you've been waiting forever

Like trying to pull off a wedding ring

Like the dissonant sound from an unskilled choir,

A snake's shed skin, like a hundred musqitos 

buzzing around you, like someone calling 

you in the middle of the night,

The pain when pumping onto a wall,

A sharp sting from a bumblebee,

The touch of thorns when pulling a rose off hastily

Like nails scrtacthed across a chalkboard

Like the jumpscares your friend sent you for amusement

Like poems that overuse the word "like"

Like the tangled earphones that

someone gave up trying to untangle them, 

Like the fat needles the nurse failed to inject it correctly

Like a sudden cramp on your leg 

Like the numbness from a cold shower 

Like the static shock you feel from someone you don't know 

when pushing through a crowd. 

A Mother's Frying Pan

A Mother's Frying Pan

<Poems writing in the style of William Carols Williams>

So much 

depends upon

A mother's 

frying pan

Stained by 

the smell of an overcooked egg

Left on top of 

the forgotten stove

:)

Cactis afternoon with strawberry slusshhy

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