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.

It is… Resonating

It’s electric

It’s enticing

Shockwaves covering much ground before it dissipates

The impact resounding

Dare I say… Everlasting?

Stimulating

I flourish in blooming

Ascendant..

Growth

From the dire depths

A blessing forges forward

An anomaly

In truth

This metamorphorsis is defining me

I am not the hardened shell you imagined me to be

Bathing in.. Oxytocin

The taste and smell of oxytocin loomed omnipresent like shadows in the gloom

Strangeness and charm only the lovers knew

The sword in the stone

Forever sheathed

If unleashed…

What chaos may it reap?

Enveloped in

The exhilarating feeling

Power with

Balance

Harmony

The sublime emotion

Dissolving the ego

Curing the soul

Joining you and me

Delusional Bubble

The ingredients

… to the recipe for disaster

a delusional bubble where we can exist

we exclusively created this

fortress of bliss

sci-fi fantasy world

no qualms for reality

that would not let me be

existential like I ought to be

a visionary

a hopeless romantic

an anomaly

I paint the picture I see

the colors of the spectrum are endless

as they melt

I see, feel, sense them objectively.. subjectively

It’s dark here

A deep emptiness

An obsidian abyss

The eternal void

The antithesis of bliss

Destruction of soul

Consuming from within

Thought you were numb

You are not dead yet

Reaper come home

A trail of tears

For my debilitating failures

I know the sane decision

Yet with striking precision

I swerve at the last minute impulsively

Choosing incorrectly

Laughing in the face of disaster

As if it could not happen to me

Pure arrogance, or delusion…

Has caused this to be

Now I see… I am not immune

To the heartbreak and doom

That I have sown