Photo by Joen Patrick Caagbay on Unsplash
It will end. This current of exhale and inhale.
Married to our dreams, that’s all that it is.
A brain that has feathers.
Taking flight to nowhere, yet everywhere.
As the numbers on the clock move with every blink.
The chandelier lighting hugs my dining room table, like my yoga mat hugs my temporal thighs.
While minimal satisfaction slides down my chakras as I downward dog.
Consumption of my solitaire religiously invaded me.
Widowing my present,
ticktocking me to death which is only another entrance.
How do we know which dreams aren’t real?
Rock-a-bye baby my Mary Poppins.
We all have to sleep to survive.
About the Creator
Natasha Collazo
Selected Writer in Residency, Champagne France ---2026
The Diary of an emo Latina OUT NOW
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Comments (8)
Natasha, this is beautiful. You are a gifted all around artist!
This is wonderful. You create such cool images. It's always a treat to read your work!
another great one! wonderfully written... "tictoking me to death" so good!
Thank yal so much!!!
“ ticktocking me to death which is only another entrance” really struck me! Incredible work, Natasha!
"The chandelier lighting hugs my dining room table, like my yoga mat hugs my temporal thighs." Oh my, I especially loved this line so much! I'm so freaking in love with your poem!
The lines.....Taking flight to nowhere, yet everywhere....I like the most.... I like your poem
That last line is so true. I have lived in a constant state of sleep deprivation for the past three years and I know the importance sleep plays in our survival. I really enjoyed your creativity in the words you chose to use and the overall thoughts and ideas. Job well done!!!