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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Unshakable
Written for the Vocal challenge “ If walls could talk.” The prompt was to write about a wall, and if it could talk, what would it say?
By Natasha Collazo3 years ago in Motivation
Final Rose
His love for her was latent enough to grasp her. It was his seraphic intentions. He wasn’t her type, but definitely her
By Natasha Collazo3 years ago in Poets
Deep Blue
Swimming further north As wild as the ocean, lost Deep in those eyes ***************************************** hai·ku
By Natasha Collazo3 years ago in Poets
The girl with the question mark on her wrist
2008-2009 The divorce was final. Not sure if the paperwork had gone through yet but my dad was definitely remarried and I’m now living with him, his wife and her two kids all under one roof. My baby sister was born and now I had this new family. As a 19 year old teenager I didn’t really grasp it all. This is sort of a trend with me that I’m noticing. I don’t feel things.
By Natasha Collazo3 years ago in Confessions
The weary traveler
mountains are massive faith may be small like a seed, The view is the same. ————————————————-——————- hai·ku /ˈhīˌko͞o/
By Natasha Collazo3 years ago in Poets
Valley of Despair
when I reached the top It congratulated me. The valley left scars. **************************************** hai·ku
By Natasha Collazo3 years ago in Poets
I am
How do I get out of the mud I am How do I know that I am loved I am Why do I feel like I’m not okay I am Who is there for me as I stand in the rain
By Natasha Collazo3 years ago in Poets
Muse
so many things, all most everything, Doesn’t make sense. The pain. The sorrow. The rain. Science. Fiction.
By Natasha Collazo3 years ago in Poets
Beauty for Ashes
The incense of his cigarette linger's through my window; A slight, but choking fragrance of lust Flesh and bone are weary, but my spirit is enduring
By Natasha Collazo3 years ago in Poets
The one that got away
Dear Mom, This letter could have gone either way. But I decided to write, before all of this. Before all of this, your confidence in overcoming any obstacle was driven by your endless faith, and not fear.
By Natasha Collazo4 years ago in Confessions
Impossibly possible
Does it exist? the concept of time. When the sun dances around the moon the earth held itself. Worms grow wings. With spotted colour
By Natasha Collazo4 years ago in Poets
Glowing Eyes
I moved away from the city after a devastating breakup with my boyfriend of three years. To the country, I went to get away from all the noise or to escape reality some would call it.
By Natasha Collazo4 years ago in Fiction