Author: PoetessLaureate

I am a writer, counselor, and student of human behavior with a particular fascination for the unseen forces that organize our lives. My work combines psychology, field theory, complexity theory, attachment, and personal reflection to explore how people become who they are, how they change, and how they become entangled in one another’s stories. Psychological Cartography is my ongoing effort to map the terrain of the mind and the relational fields we inhabit. Through essays, poetry, and original concepts, I explore topics such as emotional contagion, projective identification, identity formation, social influence, and the hidden architectures of human connection. This is a place for curiosity, reflection, and the search for deeper coherence.

Fugue State

Wilted roseThis is just a bad trend.
 
Hoping to go to sleep and wake up to its end.
 
 
Wake up, and I’m like,
 
"Oh NO!
 
Not this!
 
AGAIN!"
 
Uncanny de’ja’ vu I would love to dismiss.
 
A rendezvous, I’d have done better to miss.
 
 
Now  lost thoughts dumped into the unconscious,
 
Flooded in from the black abyss.
 
 

Berserk… Havoc Wreak

The turbulence is past now…
 
Gratefully I reflect.
 
 
Better yet, I compare & contrast,
 
The metamorphosis apparent now,
 
This was not always so,
 
Only glitches of a habit formed not too long ago…
 
That has slowly reformed and tamed the beast.
 
Sedate and cool the boiling point does not have to be reached.
 
Well not at this time at least…
 
Though pent up aggression can not forever be contained and will one day unleash.
 
 

Black Sheep

I am a vagabond and I invert within.
 
 
Black SheepYou wonder why I do this?
 
Seems with you I never win!
 
 
Is it a sin for me to have an original thought?
 
That was not brought about by your perspective in reality?
 
If you are the preacher, I must be the sheep,
 
Yet you must not know me to fathom this could be…
 
Though there are always exceptions,
 
This I cannot see.