Tag: identity
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Cartographer of the Unnamed Sky #poetry
What gives you direction in life? This poem maps a surreal dialogue between the self, the reader, and Direction—who wears many masks, never stays still, and refuses to be defined. Spinning through anatomical maps, laundromats, and desert cacti, this piece dances through confusion, illusion, and unexpected clarity.
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What Topics Do You Like to Discuss? (An Exploration in Monologue) #BlogchatterA2Z #poetry
A surreal, whimsical journey through the ordinary and the overlooked — this poetic monologue invites you to explore everything from staplers and socks to dreams and dust, all through an irreverently introspective lens.
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I Ate the Lightning: The Risk I Took That Set Me Free (A Meditation on Risk, Regret, and Becoming) #poetry
In a world that demands obedience, the most radical risk is unbecoming the version of yourself built for approval. This poem is a fierce, introspective odyssey into choosing truth over comfort, fire over silence, and liberation over belonging. A testimony for anyone standing at the edge of their own becoming.
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What Makes Me Nervous? (A Hovering) #poetry
A surreal, tangled poetic journey that shifts between I, you, and they—each person unraveling their nerves, hesitations, and unspoken trembles. This piece dives deep into the psyche, weaving vulnerability, inner monologues, and public masks into a shared landscape of human emotion.
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Ten Years Hence: An Avant-Garde Odyssey of Becoming #poetry
“Don’t ask me for a five-point plan. Ask me for the constellation in my left eye…” This sprawling, unconventional poem dismantles the rigid frame of future projections and replaces it with a dreamscape of self-questioning, odd metaphors, wild detours, and deeply human truth. Told in first person, it answers the cliched question “Where do you…
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A Chorus of Mirrors #poetry
When everything is the same, no one stands out. When no one stands out, who do you become?
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Ink’s Whispered Cartography #poetry
I trace the needle’s hum, / a vibration stitched into yesterday’s skin— / you, standing there, will ask me tomorrow, / ‘What tattoo do you want?’ / and I’ll laugh, / because the ink already blooms / where the collarbone dips, / a raven with eyes like fractured clocks.
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The Unruly Waltz of Symbols: A Dance of Motion, Meaning, and Rebellion
A sequence of symbols, a silent choreography—🙆🏃🤸—moves through space and meaning, a dance of rebellion and surrender. Is life a pattern we unknowingly follow, or a rhythm we choose to disrupt? This poem dissects movement, existence, and the unspoken silence between gestures. Where will you stand in the cycle?
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Happiness is an Inside Job: A Poetic Exploration Across Perspectives #WriteAPageADay #825
Happiness isn’t a destination, a prize, or a fleeting emotion—it’s an ongoing dialogue between the self and the world. This poem takes you through shifting perspectives—to reveal that happiness was always within, waiting for you to listen.
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What Would I Wear If My Wardrobe Door Is Stuck? #WriteAPageADay #725
A poetic journey of self-discovery woven through the metaphor of a stuck wardrobe door. As I stand at the edge of morning, I explore what it means to “wear” the world and myself in a moment of uncertainty. The wardrobe remains closed, and I search for meaning in the fabric of my own existence.
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