I can’t imagine being anywhere but here

What I think about when I think about home, I cannot say. For a home I do not know, for a home I cannot stay. I’ve moved around so much there’s nothing stagnant in my life to go back to, even if I wanted. I think about all of those who have came and leftContinue reading “I can’t imagine being anywhere but here”

It’s been a while since I’ve been on the road;

So my friends and I decided to pack up a days worth of food and head up north. We’ll be stopping at Sequoia, a trip I made a few months back, before hitting our destination of over 140 square feet of art installed lights. After sharing many moments as such with these beautiful people I’veContinue reading “It’s been a while since I’ve been on the road;”

I’m 21 now, I should be happy!

In my Downtown LA apartment, I pace back and forth with thoughts of future endeavors running through my brain; I should be traveling I should be writing I should be writing I should be writing I should be writing. Poetry doesn’t sell anymore what am I saying. Maybe I should work on fiction; yeah fiction.Continue reading “I’m 21 now, I should be happy!”

This month I broke my own heart, again.

And made a choice that’ll be hard to not regret. My life is about to change immensely and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared to death. In 2 days, I’ll be moving into my own studio apartment in LA; the same day I will be releasing the first chapter of what willContinue reading “This month I broke my own heart, again.”

The Diary of a Bodhisattva

Saturday, Sept. 15th, was the official release date of my first zine, The Diary of a Bodhisattva. Without a table rented, my love and I sat on the floor of LB Zine Fest and handed out my hemp string-bound zine; The Diary of a Bodhisattva is a zine created by thewritingsofnatalia filled with thoughts and wordsContinue reading “The Diary of a Bodhisattva”

Am I wrong?

For craving that sense of adventure, am I wrong? My urge to move– and explore the undiscovered–; Am I wrong, for wanting more? What is a life without your experience, and why would I want one the same as the other? When every day is the same and you fall into routine and get bored–evenContinue reading “Am I wrong?”

Life’s full of bumps

Not sure what life is and you third worlders aren’t helping me. Spent an hour crying to the Universe confused on purpose like I ever got it to begin with. I see images I’m not sure I care for but still ponder them over time; I’m forced with burdens that were never given to meContinue reading “Life’s full of bumps”

I’ve had nothing to say nor anything to do

So I won’t force it. Things come to mind but my hesitation on worthiness stops me from making it a physical piece. I’ve been spending my days doing things I consider nothing and this is how I plan to live my life. In a universe with nothing to do, I want to do it all,Continue reading “I’ve had nothing to say nor anything to do”

As I say Good Morning to the rising sun,

I walk in awe as she sings her song. The warmth of her words find their way over hills and through cracks, preparing the earth for another day. Hello, she says so lightly I can only hear but a gentle breeze. I smile back in return as we exchange glances of acceptance and grace. WeContinue reading “As I say Good Morning to the rising sun,”

Stream of consciousness #1

Are writers even writers anymore? Or do we try so hard to be? We write, yes we write, but why not without the claim to be? I can’t stand the title writer. Or the sense of being a certain person in particular. I write, oh yes I write, though do I have to play theContinue reading “Stream of consciousness #1”