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.

Don’t count me out

The Sun is shining

Absorbing the rays

Staying melanated up

Energized

Powered up

… ready for whatever may come my way

I will be greeting and meeting it enthusiastically

… interactions will be drastically resounding

Vibrations expanding exponentially

More than ever before

The phoenix shall take flight and soar

…after resurrecting from ashes

Ambiguous Insane

Stranging emotions

Flanging on you

Presence burst out and envelopes

Do not misconstrue

No need to ponder why

The answer so natural

Like two magnets attracting in an alternate universe

One where our spirits are dispersed exponentially

…reaching out and touching everyone and everything

Crushing the box that tries to contain

Remaining ambiguous, insane

I love to love…

Motivation for

An even score

Not just superficial

But so much more…

That natural connect

That chemistry

The innate science that draws you to me

Pheromones, oxytocin, and whatnot

I love to love

Outside of the box

This is different

I am pleased

It is unfolding just as I dreamed

Manifest the dream into reality

Thrifty affair

Is it worth?

Making it work??

Or will the chaos have me going berserk

Will my head be in the clouds.. distracted by common attractions

Nothing special..

Just enough to get by

Yet I may be –>

Blocking possible blessings with endless stressing about less not more

Electrifying a negative, sunken cost, sphere

When my attention can be focused elsewhere

A waste of energy

Why not focus on something more appeasing?

Pleasing… to me

Under the snake charmer’s spell…

My heart tells me that it wants that

… yet it does not know anything at all

At all…

All of the pieces tumble and fall under the lightest pressure

When the appearance was robust

You can’t trust anything it seems

I didn’t see

So accustomed to delusional realities

Programmed and tranced out

… to go with the flow and don’t rock the boat

… yet some basic primal intuition keeps you afloat

Just under the surface of consciousness

Strategically preying on your chance to gain ground again