poetry

leave the box

The time has finally come for me to feel less alone in this collective state of static pause. The time has finally come for people to see that even while one is boxed one can breathe, one can think, feel, be free. One can recharge,  regenerate inner engines, and just silently be, exist.  Life is…

savor of youth

I wanted it to happen.  This fusion Of God knows what elements A collision of youth Sweet and bitter flavors I never tasted Up until  My hands opened that door To embrace some perfumed creature Coming at me from a soothing place Like trouble. My certitude is now compromised, My wisdom perturbed.  Always predictive, Never…

couleurs cachées

I see myself in a garden, a heavenly garden, with the world’s most colorful flowers… It is so ecstatic it could blind your eyes. I am strolling around smelling each one. They are all unique with smells that are beautifully distinguished… and yet, I feel more and more empty as I smell each flower… Like…

apparition

  It was almost midnight when a snowstorm hit the village. Every living creature took shelter; animals in their grottoes, humans in their dwellings.  All… except for her. There she is sitting on a bench, cigarette between her purplish fingers, eyes closed, trembling, breathing into frozen air as if it were her first time taking…

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About Me

Hello! I’m elissa, a social and cultural psychologist, artist and freelance writer, previously known as diotima (nom de plume). On this blog, you can find my portfolio containing some of my writings and published work. cheers!