
Describe a risk you took that you do not regret.


Describe a risk you took that you do not regret.

I wrote this poem on Valentine’s Day of 2022.

Your false love swallowed me into an ocean of oblivion
and I almost drowned
You consumed my mind with anxious thoughts
of whether or not I mattered to you
And thoughts of death visited me when you ignored me
Feelings of worthlessness and emptiness
threatened my wretched existence over and over again
because of your inconsistent love
But one day, I was enough by myself
I didnβt need your pseudo love
So I’m banishing you to the land of past lovers
who never deserved the magic
of my love
I wrote this poem in April of 2022.

Deep inside of me
is a treasure chest
full of wonder, full of splendor
Deep inside of me
is a treasure chest
full of sadness,full of sorrow
Deep inside of me
is a treasure chest
full of love, full of laughter
Deep inside of me
is a treasure chest
full of anger, full of hate
I wrote this poem in April of 2022.

I wish I could be perfect to everyone in my life,
the perfect mom, the perfect coparent, the perfect mistress
but the pressure gets too loud within me
And I need to get away from how I want to be perceived
Iβll never be the perfect anything
Iβm never be June Cleaver or the perfect dream girl
I can only be authentically and imperfect me
And maybe me and everyone in my life
need to accept thatβs the best I can be
I wrote this poem in April of 2022.

I told the full moon to listen to my pleas
to lessen my pain
to turn me from victim to victor
I told the full moon to let my mind rest
and stop my intrusive thoughts
that tell me Iβm worthless
and not good enough
I told the weary moon to fill me
with self love
instead of self hate
I wrote this poem in April of 2022.

My diagnosis doesnβt define me,
It empowers me, it makes sense of my nonsense
Iβm not crazy or chaotic or even hard to love
Iβm a dream come true wrapped up in complexity
sure at times I feel like a nightmare
But donβt all of us get rough at times
So whoever gets scared and runs away from me
Sorry not sorry, Iβm too much
and youβre just not enough
I wrote this in March of 2022.

I never needed anyone to teach me how to love
what I needed was understanding and acceptance
while my love is kind and sweet most of the time
my love also cannot be tamed at times
when it gets wild and out of control
it’s better to just ride the big wave of it
until it is tamed and soft again
it wasn’t that I didn’t know how to love
It’s just that most donβt know how to handle it
my kind of overwhelming love is a crazy kind of love
it will hurt you, challenge you and bring conflict
it will make you want to slap the shit out of me
because yes it’s that intense
but my kind of of love is always worthy
I wrote this poem in March of 2022.

Iβm tired of the bustle and hustle
that comes with my social status
and the color of my skin
Why wasnβt I raised with privilege
and wealth instead of being raised
with poverty and trauma?
And I try and I try and I try
to find a way out of this cruel existence
but itβs futile
I take pride in my never ending hustling
but at times it feels so exhausting
There seems to no end in sight
for this fruitless fight

Melia Cogan has done it again with her second poetry collection. She paints a picture of the beauty of love and the euphoria it brings to oneβs life. This book will make you weak at your knees and perhaps even want to get you on a dating app to look for that special someone to experience the magic of love. Cogan explores the mosaic of emotions that come with love. Through Coganβs verse, I was transported to the alluring and sometimes tumultuous journey of love.
Iβll talk about my 2 favorite poems from the poetry collection.
One of the poems that really resonated with me was βShould I Allow Myselfβ. I liked how profound this poem is-it speaks about allowing yourself to fall in love recklessly while risking your vulnerability. Itβs risking everything to be in the moment of that special memory of love. This is presented in the lines βTogether/the possibilities/reach for me in the night/and primarily/I wish they were you (Cogan)β. It’s a desire for longing to be with that special someone.
The other poem that I really related to was βIβm Hiding from Loveβbecause thatβs kind of where Iβm at right now. This is captured in the lines βWell. I enjoy my boat not toppling over in the sea/and my house not catching on fire (Cogan). Cogan is perceptive of what heartbreak feels like and how some of us are so burned by it,weβll avoid it at all costs. The metaphors of the boat and fire feel like a truth Iβve encountered many times. Itβs how anger and sorrow makes me feel like Iβm either drowning or burning inside when it comes to heartbreak. Cogan captures these strong emotions in an intelligent and creative way that Iβm sure resonates with mine and othersβ experiences with the agony and torment that grief from heartbreak can bring.
I would recommend this poetry collection if you like to explore the depths of love and the complex emotions that come with it.
Here is the link to the book:

William Thomas Brumleyβs debut poetry collection βYou Might Feel This” is aptly named because every single poem made me feel some kind of emotion. As a person who has anxiety and depression the poetry in this book really resonated with me. The poet captures what anxiety and depression feels like with imagery that paints the numbness and darkness of it. Another theme that Brumley tackles is the complexity of romantic relationships . He shows the intensity of emotions that is felt during conflict or a breakup. I also want to mention that aside from the content, what I really loved about this book was the format. You can tell that the author put a lot of thought into making sure it was well put together because of how professional and flawless it looks. He even includes a page after each poem asking your thoughts about it or youβre also given the freedom to write your own poem. As someone who is always looking for inspiration to write poetry, this was a nice surprise for me. Iβve picked three poems that impacted me from this collection to talk about.
The first poem βFamiliar Friendβ I have interpreted as a poem about when anxiety comes to visit you. Anxiety for me feels like an annoying friend that visits at the most inconvenient times and the poet captures that when he states, βFear is an old familiar friend of whom Iβve fallen out of touch with/Why does this shape haunt me? Can they not find another for torment?β (Brumley, 7-9) The way Brumley questions why anxiety haunts him brings a raw intensity in this poem about anxiety thatβs not talked about. It indeed does feel like torment and torture at times.
Another poem that impacted me was βStormy Nightsβ. I interpreted this poem about how your romantic partner distances themselves away from you because theyβre on the verge of breaking up with you. I know many people including myself that have been in this situation and itβs awful; especially if youβre not ready to let go of your partner. When Brumley states, βPlease, please, donβt leave thee here/I can feel your presence is near/ One more climb, one more calm/ Upon the ruckus seaβ ( Brumley, 12-14),these lines draw up an image of someone pleading to their partner to not leave and to give them one more chance. Brumley did an incredible job capturing the sorrow and desperation someone in this situation would feel like.
βTrepidationβ is another poem that impacted me. I have interpreted this poem as the calm you feel after anxiety leaves and questioning how long it will last. This is stated when the poet states, βMay I keep this sealed up tight in a bottle?β (Brumley,9) As a person who had suffered from chronic anxiety and depression, if I had a string of good days filled with hope, I would question how long it would last. Whatβs also interesting to me about this poem is that Brumley addresses people who suffer from anxiety in wishing that they too get a reprieve from anxiety when he states βI wish this ship could sail/Sail far across the sea of tranquility/For it shall reach others who have been trapped under the forceful thumb of anxietyβ (Brumbley,10-12) Brumley shows humanity in acknowledging other sufferers of anxiety.
Mr.Brumley presents an honest depiction of the many complex emotions felt during periods of anxiety, depression and conflict with an insightful awareness. I would highly recommend this poetry collection that will not only make you feel something but will also make you think. Iβm excited to read and review his next poetry book Finish Your Thoughts. Below is a link for both You Might Feel This and Finish Your Thoughts:

What was the best compliment you’ve received?
people call me dramatic
because Iβm loud and crazy,
because of my salty poetry
and maybe I am dramatic
but Iβll never be sorry about it
or even shame myself for it
what can you expect after
a life full of chaos and drama?
so what if iβm if dramatic
Does it bother you if I donβt
fake subtlety?
or does it bother you
that I live out my authenticity
I wrote this poem in March of 2022.

this year I lost myself in poetry
to help with unexpected loss and grief
to make sense of my nonsense
and I discovered my voice
And I discovered my brand of crazy
and thereβs hardly a day that goes by
without using poetry as therapy
I no longer filter myself, I no longer judge myself
I allow whatever swims in my mind to land on paper
and sometimes it profound and great
Sometimes itβs emotional and angry
but most of the time it heals something within
Maybe poetry should be my new lover
because itβs always rescued me
from my chaos of emotional instability
Here is the English version of this poem:
https://lifeonthebpd.com/2022/01/15/couldve-been/
Anoche escuche nuestra canciΓ³n
y me puse a llorar
pensΓ© en lo que habΓamos sido
y todo lo que pudo ser
y el recuerdo de nuestro amor
todavΓa me sacude como un terremoto
Donde estaras?
Con quien estas?
ΒΏAlguna vez la nostalgia de mi tambiΓ©n te sacude a ti?
I wrote this poem in March of 2022.

I fell into the trap of βacceptanceβ
not understanding I was slowly losing parts of myself
for the sake of fitting in, for the sake of other people
who loved to judge me
accept that youβre too fat to wear that bikini
accept that youβre too old to chase your dreams
accept that youβre too hard to love
it took me too long to figure out
the acceptance of others was costing me
my sanity and my self worth
and I said, βfuck your opinions on who I should beβ
from now on, Iβll wear whatever I want,
Iβll chase my dreams, and Iβll always be worthy of loveβ

What is one question you hate to be asked? Explain.
I hate it when men ask me, βwhatβs your bra size?β
itβs like my bust-line invites unwanted and sexist questions and comments
about my body
and it makes me want to throw up and write about them violently
because out of all of the questions in the world to ask ME,
a mother, a public health worker, a grocery store clerk, an immigrant,
a Peruvian, an American, a friend, a poet, a blogger, a woman,
a PERSON-
they choose to ask me an awkward question about my body-
I used to entertain them and tell them while laughing uncomfortably
holding in my disgust and anger for them
but now I either ignore them, call them out, or block them
my boobs or any part of my body are no longer up
for the objectification of others