Archive - Scrambled Head

Sharp edges are not meant to be softened. They are meant to be defiantly admired, felt, feared.

Oct 16, 2024 •

She Who Wrote Delirious...

My doctors mentioned I had survived by some miracle. I don’t know how true that is, but I certainly felt like I danced with death, lingering in its arms…

Oct 8, 2024 •

May 2024

Silence Speaks in Verse

Reflections on silence, poetry, and the power of the spoken word.

May 10, 2024 •

December 2023

Poem - 3.12.23 - Not A Criminal Confession

• Not A Criminal Confession • I’ve bestowed life, And I’ve taken life, In every conceivable manner of giving and taking it. I’ve preserved life, saved…

Dec 4, 2023 •

Many words with the letter B

Hovering over the ''publish'' button...

Dec 3, 2023 •

October 2023

The Spicy Honey of Potential

An intimate and tender piece about an insecurity of mine...

Oct 16, 2023 •

January 2023

Poem - 13th January

I haven’t really written in a small handful of years

Jan 19, 2023 •

November 2022

Make It Hurt - II

Chapter 2 - Abyssal Plain

Nov 30, 2022 •

Preface: The Art Of Being No One

Nov 27, 2022 •

Again, an old little something...

Nov 26, 2022 •

A little old something

Nov 24, 2022 •

August 2022

I read and hear a lot of very intelligent opinions every day, both in social media and in real life.

Aug 29, 2022 •

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