Janzzyy Boo

solace in melancholia | memento vivere

JANZZYY BOO
Janzzyy is a nature-loving introvert with a penchant for photography and a passion for writing musings and poetry. She finds solace in these creative outlets. She has a profound appreciation for silence, philosophy, and introspection, infusing her work with these elements. She has an affinity for rainy afternoons, iced coffee, and potatoes. She has also a deep love for arts and books which led her to become a writer.

Books

 REALM OF SENTIMENTS

a self-published poetry book, 2022


Here I am again being stuck,
I was caught, been locked up
now I’m blind, 
my beam gets blocked,
impassive, paralyzed,
and consumed by the rust

120+ poems written in the prison of isolation. Finding beauty in distortion.

"This book is just so beautiful! It's very relatable, not in a common way, but because it speaks for you. It's painful and comforting at the same time knowing you're not the only one feeling the same sentiments."

— Chiela Angeles, author of Fly Away and Meet me at the Terminal

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  LETTERS I WROTE UNDER THE MOONLIGHT

poetry book, 2023

Monsters don’t crawl
under your bed,
they are demons living
inside your head

 Demons, please leave
you said, you also wished
But you have to tame
them with your leash


31letters and poems written in the cold gist of January. Midnight wake.

"This book was a short read, but it will leave an impact on your inner self. Some pieces made me stare into nothingness because they struck right through my chest. I feel like the author poured her raw emotions into this book, and somehow it resonates with me. It was such a nice read, and I cannot wait to explore more of her work."

— Scribblershy, author of Marahuyo and Unreturned Hearts


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THE SOUND OF YOUR VOICE

a novel, 2024

Ashley needs a reason to live. Years of juggling the weight of maintaining a scholarship, and support for her ailing mother, in a bustling daily routine, she finds solace in two things: the songs and melodies of a band named Eternal Slumber and her writing. Though she wishes that her reason to hope was as strong as her connection to her readers—even if it’s through a pen name. Music allows Alex to breathe in his suffocating reality. It gives him the strength to smile through the days. It is the mask he wears, to hide the ache that sings beneath the surface. Not even his bandmates in Eternal Slumber know of his terminal condition—which has forced him to find ways to cope, either by brewing coffee for customers, performing their music, or reading through Astraea’s poems or blogs.

Amidst shared ice creams and afflictions, Ashley and Alex find sanctuary in each other’s presence. A deep bond blooms amidst the complexities of their lives. But with time ticking away, Ashley must decide if she is willing to embrace the heartache that comes with loving someone she cannot keep, while Alex struggles to come to terms with the fact that he’s found someone to love too late.

"The book taught me that having a breather is what makes us sane, and having someone hold onto makes us creative and inspired. In addition to this, Ashley formed phrases that Alex struggles to express and found comfort in, just as I did. Alex and Ashley shared the same sentiments in life, and that what made them find a string attached to their wrists without them knowing. They are destined for each other. I'm glad that Alex managed to witness the most important aspect of Ash's life. I really did hope a miracle might happen."

— Africity Fuyu, author of the First Rain of Summer


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SOLACE IN MELANCHOLIA

a collection of thoughts, 2024


At first, I despised myself for finding comfort in my sadness. Eventually, I began to see its beauty and I felt the serenity it brought, despite my pessimistic soul. I never intended to seek solace in it. Was that a bad thing? Perhaps it's just something I constantly have within me—gloom, and the feeling of anguish—ever since I can remember. I know my sadness won't last forever, but it seems to stay longer within me than in others. Still, maybe that's just who I am. I envy those who don't dwell in melancholy. For me, it's the sole emotion I'm deeply familiar with. So, please bear with me. I might seem gloomy all the time, but I appreciate people asking if I'm fine. Please don't worry about me. Maybe this is just who I am.

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