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.

~~~~~ We meet in our dreams ~~~~~

And now I lay me down to sleep..

Astral Projection!

I will leave my body!

Traveling in the dreamworld tonight

At the speed of light

I do not see

The sight is internal

Infernal explosions

Wide open doors and an epiphany

Dictating how it ought to be

Programming the deepest crevices of my mind to divide and unwind

I am lost in parallel universes

Body dispersed into the wind

In the heart of the storm

There I meet my friend

Nothing is everlasting..

An addictive poison torturing me

I wish I could refrain from consuming

I am sick

Booming heart and blood pressure rising

I am intoxicated

There is a need

A thirst

Cannot get it out my system

It hurts

But alas, everything is just a thing

Until the next thing

And nothing is everlasting

Be my muse!

I wish I could write to you like back in the day

I wish I could find the words to say

yet I am stumped

caught in a slump

in a ditch I have dug myself in

in my solitary haven

it is only seasonal

it is treason true I cannot write to you

as I used to

THE picture of perfection

so effortlessly

you thread the tapestry before me

a vision of perfection i see

like a sculpture

every curve and contour

i explore

i adore

beg for more

so unwittingly you pull me into your door

no chance for me to endure

Those Ominous Clouds

Those ominous clouds I do recall

It was quite an adventure

There was mystery and melancholy

And tears and sweat

No time for regret

Only plunging forward into the abysmal depths