Natasha Collazo

Joined June 2021

209 stories

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Selected Writer in Residency, Champagne France ---2026

The Diary of an emo Latina OUT NOW

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Resentment from the Grave
It’s kind of amusing to think about things I don’t say out loud because I say everything out loud. But then it had me thinking,
By Natasha Collazo9 months ago in Poets
“I Never Want to Make Sense”
I swallowed a cloud and hawked up a star. I covered one eye, the moon winked from a far. My brain’s made of noodles,
By Natasha Collazo9 months ago in Poets
QUEEN OF THE NIGHT
she blooms in the night. and withers upon the light. A rare sight, to see. * * * The Queen of the Night Cactus blooms once a year and is a rare sight to see. You can see it start to open in the day and by midnight it hits its peaking hours at full blossom. It remains a flower and starts to wither by morning.
By Natasha Collazo9 months ago in Poets
Cacti Blooms
There’s bad moments and then there’s bad days. Days—when something in your life suddenly changes, drastically. And now you have to learn to live all over again,
By Natasha Collazo9 months ago in Poets
37.
Today is today. Today is now. Jesus walked among earthlings. From kings to Columbus, Columbus to Washington, bloodshed begat more bloodshed.
By Natasha Collazo9 months ago in Poets
Child like Faith
it aches how I long like an infant that searches the bosom, never full. Always wanting more. When I open my eyes, I’m hunting.
By Natasha Collazo9 months ago in Poets
6:The Rebuilding of Nocturne : Petals in the cracks
Chapter 6: The Rebuilding of Nocturne After a few weeks, the streets of Nocturne had shed its unblemished skin like a snake discarding an old shell. But now, under the dim fractured sky, it was unclear what shape it would take. Nocturne was both a ruin and a potential blank canvas.
By Natasha Collazo9 months ago in Futurism
“When They Clap”
When they clap, I shrink in my skin unworthy to receive. Like, it’s a façade they see. Are they clapping for me? Or to be polite,
By Natasha Collazo9 months ago in Poets
Spoiled Milk and Panic Attacks. Runner-Up in Tattoo This Line Challenge.
I bought the milk, it lied, a confident date two weeks ahead, but inside, it festered like regret in a plastic jug. The clerk didn’t seem to care,
By Natasha Collazo9 months ago in Poets
2: Rebels in the Shadows
A continuation to the scene where Elowen meets the rebels living amongst the shadows of Nocturne. AI generated Photo Chapter Two: The Rebels in the Shadows
By Natasha Collazo9 months ago in Futurism
Catterina
She waits for a Prince, but the gargoyles know more than he ever will. * * * * Poem inspired by my darling, Catterina
By Natasha Collazo9 months ago in Poets
The fables of Carmine
You demonize privilege, the very nostrils that fetch air to your lungs. The sinister boogeyman you drag around behind you,
By Natasha Collazo9 months ago in Poets