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Jireh Grace Pihoc is a Filipino creative born in Quezon and shaped by her experiences in Marikina and Baguio. A poet and generative AI artist, she has found solace and healing through her artistic expressions. Jireh's creations serve as a mirror to her life, revealing memories of her upbringing and the hidden battles she fights within her mind. Growing up in the diverse landscapes of Metro Manila nurtured her love for words. Her time spent in the library during her formative years led her to develop a love for words which blossomed into a passion for journalism and creative writing during high school, and eventually drove her to pursue research in college until she turned to poetry as a therapeutic practice.
In 2023, Jireh complemented her poetry with AI art to add new layers of interpretation to her words, particularly as her curated art often takes on surreal and metaphorical qualities. Her illustrative styles aim to convey her childlike spirit. As the days when she constructed her design concepts as metaphors in her attempt to heal the human spirit, she adds depth and layers of meaning to her thought-provoking works.
"The Woman at 365 Hurts" expresses her yearning to hear only the symphony of flowers that bloom through the cracks of her mind. The title symbolizes the pains a woman endures daily, while alluding to the word "hertz" as a metaphor for the sound of schizophrenia and music.
My dear,
It is at this unfortunate time
That I find myself unable to escape
The thoughts of my love
Always wondering how you do
Trying to follow each clue
You keep ever so sparingly
I am forced to hold dear
The public expression
That I sparingly escape, once so detest
Responding so well that you would know
And somehow see and admire
The very depths of me
I have never truly learned to love
Thru distance and silence
And indirect declarations
I still yearn for clarity
And the sweetness of
The gaze, voice and touch
Only hope waters down my agony
For what should be read
And not only cognizant
I wear this heart with pride
Unmindful
Of the world that has to know
Before word would travel to you
In the hope that my love be
Accepted if not requited
Acknowledged if not beloved
As you preserve the world
So preserve my love
With this seed I will grow
Til I be able to nourish
The world you hold so dear
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