This poem/prayer was originally written as the intro to a blog post on rantingsofasouthernmadwoman.wordpress.com.

What Do I Wish People Knew About Me, Before Speaking To Me? This is just something random I wrote, it was prompted by how me and my friends are drifting apart and I feel like not many people actually know me. (Also first time posting, and NOT MY WRITING PROMPT IDEA, Creds to Wonderlandington from Pinterest)

The reaping of a god A body barely holding together Its viscera on my feathers Aren’t you glad you don’t have a Birds Eye view?

this poem is actually supposed to be about a person. I'm not going to say who, I'll just say that I had a crush on them but we couldn't be in any relationship for a number of reasons. It was like looking at a delicious cake I was unable to eat. very painful. enjoy

She walks the desert with a lantern in her hands and a serpent at her feet. In a city that devours softness, she remains sovereign — glowing, listening, untouched. This is not a story of survival. It’s a story of remembering who you are when the world forgets.

This is a short excerpt/poem/composition that I have written during my time at home on winter break.

Thoughts expressed as they come to mind, from simple to complex . Consciousness expressed ……………………..

Glisten of a Raven- An idea from a drive in the country side. I want to try and write something in a day without worrying if it's good or not. So come on this brain search to see what I can come up with in less then a day.

Your remarks are something Timing. Lying. Free to think Has it become a crime? Again Are we all before 17 hundred? Signals werent from space before- Where they all just mind games ? Never been zapped before.. A.i calls it technology-

Is my body really my enemy? this poem is about the possibility of not being able to carry my own child.

Love doesn’t fail because it ebbs and flows — it fails when people stop choosing it. A meditation on love as something built, not found. This piece explores the myth of the “perfect match,” the work of understanding, and the quiet ways love either grows or goes idle. Honest, questioning, and grounded in emotional realism, it asks what kind of love we are willing to make — and maintain.

Psychedelic World is my first poetry book before Scenery of Society which would come years later. With this book I tried to get it published I sent it to all of the major publishers out there for example penguin publishing. There are two versions one is in English and the other one is written in Spanish. I did the illustrations for the work myself and it is true to the book being that it is a psychedelic drawing. I can’t explain the meaning of the drawing other than that it’s just cool and a snapshot of the machinations of my mind.

Psychedelic World is my first poetry book before Scenery of Society which would come years later. With this book I tried to get it published I sent it to all of the major publishers out there for example penguin publishing. There are two versions one is in English and the other one is written in Spanish. I did the illustrations for the work myself and it is true to the book being that it is a psychedelic drawing. I can’t explain the meaning of the drawing other than that it’s just cool and a snapshot of the machinations of my mind.

This is a poem that I wrote on June 21, 2024 as an expression of my grief and trauma for some of what I had been through in my life before I was diagnosed with autism level 1.

Psychedelic World is my first poetry book before Scenery of Society which would come years later. With this book I tried to get it published I sent it to all of the major publishers out there for example penguin publishing. There are two versions one is in English and the other one is written in Spanish. I did the illustrations for the work myself and it is true to the book being that it is a psychedelic drawing. I can’t explain the meaning of the drawing other than that it’s just cool and a snapshot of the machinations of my mind.

Psychedelic World is my first poetry book before Scenery of Society which would come years later. With this book I tried to get it published I sent it to all of the major publishers out there for example penguin publishing. There are two versions one is in English and the other one is written in Spanish. I did the illustrations for the work myself and it is true to the book being that it is a psychedelic drawing. I can’t explain the meaning of the drawing other than that it’s just cool and a snapshot of the machinations of my mind.

The OKAY symbol has meant "okay" for a very very long time and during that time, is was in frequent use by EVERYONE. But for a short time, it seemed that half of the United States went absolutely psychotically bonkers and convinced themselves and each other that the OKAY symbol meant "white power"? Unbelievable and stupid.

It's easy to criticize the conspiracy theorist--maybe a little too easy. Conspiracies exist, tectonic plates move under our feet, and the unthinkable happens every day. This poem addresses the opposite extreme, those who I would call pail heads.

This was written out of frustration with the many people who get all their news from New York and all their entertainment from Hollywood, and--like a number of my poems--as a reaction to cancel culture. I imagine it being read aloud by two people--one of whom has their head in a bucket or cupped hands. It's a short one, but it's the precursor to The Pail Horse, which is much longer.

More poetry from my second book of poetry called scenery of society in both English and in Spanish versions