They hope for characteristics in you.. they themselves were not blessed.
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.
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.
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.
With love, tenderly…
You trying to insult me?
You trying to bring me down?
Ha! You are more depraved than I could ever be.
Sanctified side talkers,
Back up offa me!
Come back when in a better place,
Control the urge to lash out bitterly.
It is obvious, though I am not sure if you could see.
I understand your angst,
Just do not bring that ish to me
No heart to mend this threadbare garment
Great hopes were a mere reverie.
An imagination,
I could never see.
In this bleak reality I uphold…
Once on a pedestal,
Now old and worn.
Once adored, beloved..
Now scorned…
Forlorn.
Equip the armaments~
Yet let no battle take hold.
The spell is broken.. and the contrast resounding bold.