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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  • “ In a Dark Dark Room”

    The flashback and recollection of the children’s book “In a dark dark room” is the moment I fell in love with storytelling. Only those who read this at a juvenile age understand the nostalgia of this place in time.

    By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Journal

  • A Diabolic Conversation . Content Warning.

    I am not here alone, I’m not sure what’s here but it’s here. It’s lurking in the fog. Behind the smoke. It’s coming to get me.

    By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Poets

  • Celestial Court

    solace; A new. Rhythm and rhyme, harmony. Incorruptible, celestial order. humanity separated, Immortal bliss. Better than sex.

    By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Poets

  • The Evolution of the Crazy Cat Lady

    If she’s single, over thirty, and has zero kids, we all know her- she’s “The crazy cat lady.” This is a prime example of a stereo-type, and it’s a ruthless one. However, stereo-types evolve from a majority mass or common repetitive behavior of a same kind. But it can not speak for all.

    By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Journal

  • You’re the mean one

    Elvis sings the blues, mistletoe is missing you; Termites in your smile.

    By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Poets

  • The still soft voice

    The sound that is in my conscious is different than the one in my heart. It’s that still small voice that confirms and assures, even when you’re unsure.

    By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Poets

  • The smooth poet

    Whether it was mitrailliatrice (mi·tra·glia·trì·ce) or oily weather, the richness in his words, gliding smooth like a feather,

    By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Poets

  • Goodbye kiss. Top Story - November 2023.

    When I was pondering what to title the subtitle to this journal entry, article, blog post-whatever you want to call this piece, I originally labeled this “The trauma of abandonment” but then I realized why is everything the ‘trauma of’ because yes, even though the result to things is traumatic, what happens to us is still the reality of it. Reality is what causes the trauma, so I changed the subtitle to “The reality of abandonment” which indeed is traumatic. For example, the similarities to being in a horrific car accident, you can’t control that it happened to you, it’s not your fault that the cars collided in inspectable timing, but it’s the aftermath that you have to live with. The sad result and reality of what happened.

    By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Humans

  • Reuniting

    I had forgotten What it used to feel like, Until we kissed. ***************************************** hai·ku /ˈhīˌko͞o/

    By Natasha Collazo3 years ago in Poets