Unhealthy distractions
I extract them and toss them away
Out of sight and out of mind.. they say
I can testify to its truth
Actively protecting the sanctuary
Of my mind, heart, and soul
No miseries to console
I am already good
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.
Manic Lover
In a frenzy
Consuming seemingly endlessly
Yet the passion at it’s pinnacle
Can only uphold for so long it’s peak
Making the transition in the downward spiral
So bleak
No legitimate substance to fall back on
No choice but to move on
To find another source
That may extract the diamond in the rough
That exhilarating feeling I love so much
The Evolutionary Theory
The chemicals were compatible
So then we became close
Initially the pheromones and oxytocin were a fair dose
Soon the passion and excitement had me overdosed
Comatosed on your love
Strung out
Like an addict chasing drugs
Chasing the rush that will never be enough
Yet you keep trying
For just one more touch
And when we touch
The chemical magic
That strangeness and charm… becomes reality
Manifesting in phallic dreams
Exhausted, tired out in ecstasy
Yet I need more now
Good Lord, bless me please
Comfort & Warmth
In those arms I was consoled
Tenderness which cured my mind and thus my soul
The warmth and comforting feeling
Likely had me reeling
Therefore slightly out of control
Yet in safe arms that tightly hold
There is no quitting, no exit, no fold
You will never have my heart
Who would be silly enough to depend on you?
You’re the “Funtime” guy
Not the one that’s true
You simply could not do better if you wanted to
Do not forget our history
I know you
You cannot hide
You cannot perpetrate
My see-through you is straight
Yet I somehow always let you pull me back in with the shitz
Knowing you’re not really about that
Knowing you’re no true friend
I think my love for mess is getting testy and must come to an end
