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.

The Ascendancy

Vibrating on a higher frequency level

The energy is bursting out

The crystalline shine is blindingly bright

The resonance is something else

It is apparent it cannot hide from itself

Two bleeding hearts into a cup …we mix it with rum

For the ultimate pairing

Cheers to the pinnacle of ascendancy

The zenith of the singularity

These vessels get left behind when we fragmentize

Take my hand…

Let us leave this place tonight

I want you here

A spiritual revelation from a spiritual realm

Flying around in my dreams searching for epiphanies

Astral projecting into infinity and back

To search for the ultimate truth

To feel intuition guiding a deeper understanding

Confounding contraindictions in a lover

Peeling back that shallow layer to unearth something else?

Peering into the windows of your soul I can see your conviction burning blazingly bright

I see the fire

I see the fight

So it is in that comfort that I take flight

To transcend into a higher state of being

Come again

There is still some light?

Though arguably not as bright

Nevertheless

Still in the mind’s sight

Not completely depleted

A resilient spark lingering

Fighting

Still undefeated

Even in this blighted landscape… there is still hope

The fire can burn again

Against the strength of the changewinds

Keeping things at bay

I will not let it in

Try as hard as it may

I keep violently pushing it away

The bars are up

…however this makes me a prisoner of my own devices

I could not comprehend this

Until I, tried to get out

Get out of my head

I have this voice in my head

That does not sound like me

Keeps telling me the cruelest things and won’t let me rest or be

I keep pushing it out

It creeps right back in again

Telling me these crazy things

That does not sound like myself

I keep diverting the thoughts

I am in control you see

Yet the control is unraveling

With quickening speed