One thing age has taught me is to understand that every word that comes out of my mouth has a purpose and a consequence.
Sometimes, though, I let myself go and experiment.
Disapproval
Words spill out of my mouth like tea seeping from a bag.
Slowly.
Clouding the water.
Polluting its clarity with a bitter,
inviting aroma.
I feel your eyes of disapproval
on me.
My smirk softly dances to the side
evasive,
pervasive,
passive-aggressive,
Were my words
piercing darts into
your mind with questions about me
or not?
It lightly amuses me to study your reactions,
provoke your emotions,
leaving you wondering
if you could help me.
Here’s your answer: No need to help. I can’t be helped anymore.
These dark thoughts you fear I keep
will stay in here
in a state of contentment,
placidness,
and calm.
I know you know that.
Arnaly Arriaga Blanco – August 4, 2025
Welcome to my suitcase of memories and creativity. I’m Arnaly, a citizen of many places, and I want to share my experiences growing up in Venezuela, as well as my fun experiments in creative writing.
I became a writer the day I realized there was no more space for thoughts in my head, and I needed to set them free. I write both fiction and non-fiction: in "La Maleta de Arnaly," I share my personal stories, and in the section "Life Wayfaring," I write hybrid stories, allowing my imagination to roam free and blend with reality. I am a fan of Magic Realism and love to use it in my stories. In the section “The Un-Poet”, I express my feelings in the shape of, hopefully, poetry. In my newest section, “The Typewriter,” I am journaling my experience as an aspiring writer.
Thank you for reading, and I hope you can join me on my journey as I traverse the world and take you with me through my stories.
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