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Have you ever grieved for someone who's still alive?

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Having writer’s block is so real, but having writer’s block with mental illness and navigating through a crap day/week is toooo real.

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I've written another thing...

This one's called Secrets and Lies

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My Journey Through Drawing, Painting, and Poetry Art has always been my way of seeing the world more deeply. Whether I’m sketching the quiet outline of a face, blending colors across a blank canvas, or finding rhythm in a few lines of verse, each…

“My Journey Through Drawing, Painting, and Poetry” is available to read on my @wordpress blog.

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Home Poetry Writing

“Home” is available to read on my Substack.

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Frozen in place amid the Waitrose ready meals aisle, 
staring at half price dinner kits for two, 
I am so full of love it's eating me alive.

A creature of black bile rises in my stomach, 
tearing me apart from the inside, 
as the numbers on the tag dance a waltz and I ache.

Clawing its way out of my mouth in a shadow of desire, 
I stare onto busy families, 
as it stands tall beside me and assumes my shape.

I press the handle yet the wheels won't turn, 
as a man pays for three bouquets of blooming peonies,
and I choke down the ghosts of petals I have never held.

Leaning in it whispers "This is why you shop online," 
and my lungs fill with glass, 
as it drags me past two girls holding hands while smelling laundry detergent.

My limbs trembling anchors, 
it pulls the cart forward as I wonder when I stopped wearing longing on my sleeve,
and when famine started wearing me.

I am a pale skin suit freckled in wishful thinking, 
starving heart chewing itself, as I reach the register. 
"Would you like a bag?" the cashier asks. 
"Two please, filled with hope and faith," I do not pray aloud.

Legs shaking, 
I pick up my trove of bread, pickles and cheese. 
Wine bottle pressed against the egg carton; it weighs nothing to them. 
Alas, I am more fragile than an egg.

It walks beside me, step in step. 
It will follow me home, then crawl back inside. 
Always hurting more as it forces its way in, 
than it ever could while devouring me on the way out.

I cross the street, wind carding fingers through my hair, 
sun pinching my cheeks as it laughs. 
I catch my sight in the church window, 
four brown hungry eyes stare back. 

I am so full of love it's eating me alive. 


Kalina Zlatkova, 2025

Frozen in place amid the Waitrose ready meals aisle, staring at half price dinner kits for two, I am so full of love it's eating me alive. A creature of black bile rises in my stomach, tearing me apart from the inside, as the numbers on the tag dance a waltz and I ache. Clawing its way out of my mouth in a shadow of desire, I stare onto busy families, as it stands tall beside me and assumes my shape. I press the handle yet the wheels won't turn, as a man pays for three bouquets of blooming peonies, and I choke down the ghosts of petals I have never held. Leaning in it whispers "This is why you shop online," and my lungs fill with glass, as it drags me past two girls holding hands while smelling laundry detergent. My limbs trembling anchors, it pulls the cart forward as I wonder when I stopped wearing longing on my sleeve, and when famine started wearing me. I am a pale skin suit freckled in wishful thinking, starving heart chewing itself, as I reach the register. "Would you like a bag?" the cashier asks. "Two please, filled with hope and faith," I do not pray aloud. Legs shaking, I pick up my trove of bread, pickles and cheese. Wine bottle pressed against the egg carton; it weighs nothing to them. Alas, I am more fragile than an egg. It walks beside me, step in step. It will follow me home, then crawl back inside. Always hurting more as it forces its way in, than it ever could while devouring me on the way out. I cross the street, wind carding fingers through my hair, sun pinching my cheeks as it laughs. I catch my sight in the church window, four brown hungry eyes stare back. I am so full of love it's eating me alive. Kalina Zlatkova, 2025

I am so full of love it's eating me alive.🖤 #originalpoem 2025

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Home You are inside of me,

My new poetry piece “Home” is available to read on my Substack newsletter! ✨

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Follow You Into The Moon Light I follow you into the moonlit room.

Follow You Into The Moon Light

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What Could I Let Go Of… What Could I Let Go Of…​Words By Janeen G

My new blog post “What Could I Let Go Of…” is available to read!

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I cannot tell you that I love you. Original poem 2025

I cannot tell you that I love you,
in grand sonnets, hymns or epitaphs. 
I can only show you with my living hands,
in countless simple human ways.

I can carry the heavy produce bags, up the hill from the market. Fill the kitchen cupboards with all your favourite things, and cook you dinners like your grandmother used to. 

I can check your engine light, change your oil and wipe down your windows. Rotate your tires, and install a new radio so we may fight over the station and bell out classic 80s rock. 

I can clear the weeds from your garden, chop every onion and peel all your fruits. Clean your gutters, reseal your shower, and lay flower stickers on each tile of your house. 

I can walk the dog at 6 am, and let you sleep till noon, then have an espresso for you at the ready. I can build you bookshelves, paint your walls, and drive you to the station.

I can help you fill your tax forms, and save you the last slice of every cake, pie and pastry.
 
I can welcome you with open arms, even when we're angry, and promise you the world as we hang on to each other. 

I can give you a life time, if not eternity, and spread my soul for you in every corner of our home.

I cannot tell you that I love you, 
in grand gifts, plans or proclamations.
But I want to show you, now and always,
in all simple human ways.

I cannot tell you that I love you. Original poem 2025 I cannot tell you that I love you, in grand sonnets, hymns or epitaphs. I can only show you with my living hands, in countless simple human ways. I can carry the heavy produce bags, up the hill from the market. Fill the kitchen cupboards with all your favourite things, and cook you dinners like your grandmother used to. I can check your engine light, change your oil and wipe down your windows. Rotate your tires, and install a new radio so we may fight over the station and bell out classic 80s rock. I can clear the weeds from your garden, chop every onion and peel all your fruits. Clean your gutters, reseal your shower, and lay flower stickers on each tile of your house. I can walk the dog at 6 am, and let you sleep till noon, then have an espresso for you at the ready. I can build you bookshelves, paint your walls, and drive you to the station. I can help you fill your tax forms, and save you the last slice of every cake, pie and pastry. I can welcome you with open arms, even when we're angry, and promise you the world as we hang on to each other. I can give you a life time, if not eternity, and spread my soul for you in every corner of our home. I cannot tell you that I love you, in grand gifts, plans or proclamations. But I want to show you, now and always, in all simple human ways.

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“Appreciation is a wonderful thing. It makes what is excellent in others belong to us as well. “- – Voltaire

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The Olympics could easily be more inclusive. The problem isn’t transgender athletes- it’s that the system wasn’t built with them in mind.
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Your Name, Original Poem 2025

I have no riches to adourn you in jewels, nor any means to bathe you in flowers. The only blossoms 
I can offer, are the layers of my human heart.

Do not reach fot its centre, expecting the scent of sweet fuits, and do not abandon your quest, when met only with the rotting pomace of hurts past.

If you peel back its petals, slightly burnt, jagged, 
and devoured by plagues, do so only with fingers cast in iron and silver. There in the depths, you will find runes of your name.

Hold it gently, plant it in the earth, and water it with your laughter. Let it grow into a willow, so I may envelop you with my limbs and engulf you in my foliage.

So I may protect you from the wind, and caress you gently with kisses from my branches. Blanket you in shadows, safe and hidden from the sun's scorching hands.

Lay your head upon my trunk, and use my body as a shelter. Let me feel the touch of your hold, against the winding roots at your feet.

Stay with me beyond eternity, even if you are to fell me one day and hew me open in the middle of the forest floor. Then still from my core would tumble out no other treasure, but endless shreds, littered only with letters of your name.

Your Name, Original Poem 2025 I have no riches to adourn you in jewels, nor any means to bathe you in flowers. The only blossoms I can offer, are the layers of my human heart. Do not reach fot its centre, expecting the scent of sweet fuits, and do not abandon your quest, when met only with the rotting pomace of hurts past. If you peel back its petals, slightly burnt, jagged, and devoured by plagues, do so only with fingers cast in iron and silver. There in the depths, you will find runes of your name. Hold it gently, plant it in the earth, and water it with your laughter. Let it grow into a willow, so I may envelop you with my limbs and engulf you in my foliage. So I may protect you from the wind, and caress you gently with kisses from my branches. Blanket you in shadows, safe and hidden from the sun's scorching hands. Lay your head upon my trunk, and use my body as a shelter. Let me feel the touch of your hold, against the winding roots at your feet. Stay with me beyond eternity, even if you are to fell me one day and hew me open in the middle of the forest floor. Then still from my core would tumble out no other treasure, but endless shreds, littered only with letters of your name.

Your Name, 2025 🖤🖤🖤

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In the silence between heartbeats,
I whisper: I never asked for perfect.

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My Autobiography My Autobiography Daily Prompt Words By Janeen G

My daily writing prompt “My Autobiography” is now available to read on my blog!

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