Natasha Collazo

Joined June 2021

210 stories

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Selected Writer in Residency, Champagne France ---2026

The Diary of an emo Latina OUT NOW

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For that, I'm sorry
It was never really your fault, hurt people hurt people its a malignant cycle of love that spoils after some time, Because you handed me the blade
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Poets
Letter to the clouds
“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.” – A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act 1, scene1 / W. Shakespeare
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Confessions
Strings
strings attached leaving no room to breathe from the chill of the box you put me in your control detaching my independence
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Poets
Plastic . Top Story - February 2024.
I would look in the mirror and all I could see was this plastic shell. When I was a young girl, over time, I realized I had people pleased my way into or out of situations. At times, it would come off a bit flamboyant or overly enthusiastic in conversation, portraying a phony persona, all to make sure I didn’t disappoint someone. It’s not that my intentions were to ever forge, but to make sure I’m pleasing everyone around me.
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Fiction
Nothingness of War
An inverse abecedarian * Animosity regarding a topic barricades the openness of the mind. controversy polluting our sight,
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Poets
Pet Sin
sometimes it is warm. the comfort of your presence, but still, a sinister company. breathing down my spine at night. shivers in my bed.
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Poets
Lethal Home Etiquette . Top Story - January 2024.
You left the door open after three days, a slight chill a cool breeze that bit my skin. * After a month, snow flurries covered the entrance,
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Poets
The Phantom of my bosom
This thought came into my mind today, when I felt the lump in my throat. Feelings of conviction flushed over me, was I allowed to feel this way?
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Poets
On the other side of goodbye
One day, this earth will be a distant memory, if a memory at all, Where goodbye Meets hello an Angelic being, Transferring to
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Poets
Loving you is my favorite thing to do
“To be, or not to be?” that is the question, a fairytale is not working overtime, in order to acquire it, which is
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Poets
Nirvana
Crunch crack. Crunch crack, pause. You can hear a pin drop at the tip-top of the Appalachians. The silence is tranquil, the stillness is immaculate. An imagery I can’t articulate into words.
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Fiction
DREAMLAND
Below is my Entry to Real Poetics Challenge -Year 2033 https://todaysurvey.shop/poets/year-2033 ****************************************
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Poets