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.

After all, I have not recovered from his sanctity

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When has a hug ever felt sooo good?

Letting go.. so felt like dying.

Inside my melancholy soul sighing..

Waiting for the next breath taken in.

How I cannot wait to see him!

A chiseled specimen,

He is a beast!

And I, the damsel in distress will give him no grief,

..to sweep me away into happily ever after.

The laughter he brings!

Phenomenal blessing!

A beloved, sacred thrill.

I am enveloped and spinning in a tailspin!

gleefully, I reflect..

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this kind of love cannot be one-sided

so, no need to hide it

i flourish in it

i am enveloped in it

a breathe of fresh air, “Isn’t it?”

so real

so true

making all i ever knew seem like a joke

an unlikely hope and i am basking in it

refreshing

new..

and yes, I

win it

12 hour spurts of affection

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My my mind wanders to you periodically throughout the day

I want your embrace

My body misses you

It all seems so whimsical & care free

A sun ray illuminating my heart

Right from the very start

Yet I am seemingly caught in a battle

Of fantasy & reality

It is hard to differentiate with this feeling overwhelming me

In this tunnel vision I am captive surely

I do not long to be freed

Putting you on …

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Just don’t let it go to your head..

Nourish.. invest in my love instead

Nothing lasts essentially

It is the prime time for us to be

Now that all has been given

No sense in pumping the brakes

Surely that would be a waste

As everyday we are slowly dying..

Quickly now!

Let us make haste!