Natalia G

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Natalia G
Author. Poet. Actor. Playwright. Director.
My next poetry collection, Garden of Dreams, will be out soon! Please send me a message if you’re interested in pre-ordering.
The Glass Jar is the first virtual play I’ve written and directed, starring Ina Salonga and Mary De La Vega.
No one’s watching the pharmacy. The pills are up for grabs on the top shelf. Only the glass case and a lock are separating them from Chloe and Max. What would they risk by stealing a few pills? Max only wants the pills to help her sleep, but it appears Chloe has other things in mind. Would the two women risk extending their stay in the psych ward for this operation? As Chloe and Max scramble for keys and face mishaps, they talk about life before and after their confinement. 
Inspired by first-hand experiences in similar facilities, The Glass Jar takes us inside the minds of two mentally ill women who have very different perspectives on recovery. Will their little heist plan strengthen or break their friendship? 
*Trigger warning: suicidal ideation, drugs, profanity, and mature content.
Natalia Go’s first poetry collection, You Send Me to the Stars , is about love and loss. About finding love and rediscovering the self after a heartbreak. It is divided into four timelines, from loneliness to bliss and back. A collection of 57 poems. Cover illustration by Natalia Go and Chris Ramos.
Through the Thick Silence of the Well
You pull me like a magnet to where fields of cosmos lie endless beneath a golden sky as the sun dances in its zenith to the music of our souls. There where its light hits the patch of darkness in my spirit, washing it off the rubble left by swarms of beasts from my infernal nightmares.
The force you cast each time a smile forms on your lips cools and softens the heated molten rocks that had clung to my countenance, falling off the pink petals under our bodies as we lie rid of strain and disquiet. And the sludge turns into dew at their touch.
In our paradise where the sun sets only when we close our eyes to dream, the cosmos wards the most vicious intruders in the quietude we’ve found; here beside each other while horns resound and thunders clap outside our sphere, until the next sunrise.
Tonight I feel the kiss of a cold breeze in place of your lips; with it a whisper from your heart telling me to be still. For not a heartbeat more, I will find you before me to hold me close again, and all the hours I spent waiting would be but specks of dust trickling away with the space that kept us apart for much too long.
And every trace of loneliness would melt away with the layers of particles that I would brush off your body with my tongue. The tears that hardened into stones inside your heart would burst into a thousand colored lights as other parts of you kindle at my touch.
Slowly the world’s endless spinning would pause at the first breath you take as I inch into the doorway of your soul. A dimension alive with wild roses where we’d lie under cherry trees exchanging kisses we’ve saved until all the stars and the planets are right again.
Until All the Stars and the Planets Are Right Again June 19, 2022
Far more than enough, far more than I deserve, far more than you can, you make my life and this world far more than things to endure. Instead life is one to love; instead the world is one to see and belong, not the cross they were for one to bear.
Far more than you know, far more than it shows, far more than I say, your touch can change a sad day to one where tears are at bay. And the present is far less cruel, the past is far less frightful; the future far less obscure.
Far more than the magic you bring, far more than the songs you make me sing, far more than the good in all you do, you make me want to be better, too. For my heart is far more than glad that of all the ones I could have loved, I’ve chosen you; a love I’m grateful to be true.
It feels like night again when I can’t reach for your hand beside me in the dark or feel your body against mine as the cold artificial wind blows while I try to enter the world of dreams where I hope to hear your laughter as we wade through the water, sand beneath our feet as we did under the warmth of the sun a few orbits ago.
Already it feels like the weeks ahead would drone on like sticky sand in an hourglass; minutes passing like hours, each containing the intricate details of every kiss, every touch, every look we exchanged for a heartbeat in our little paradise until I see you again.
Moments though brief, forever woven in the fabric interlaced in both our lives now. And the night sky gleams silver-blue with hope; look how the stars shine, telling you how much I need you in my life. Thank you for being in it.
Counting the days, watching the hours as the clock ticks away but every moment is ours to save each kiss we will shower each other again.
Here in the soft light of my little corner, I still feel the touch of your lips that lingers on my mind the way my hands did on every part of you.
And your voice plays like a song stuck in my head, speaking the words we’ve whispered in the little world we’ve shared while it was on mute.
Under the magic of its workings, there is comfort to be had in knowing that time is on our side; do not fear the tides ahead.
In the Soft Light of My Little Corner May 26, 2022
One hundred forty-first day of the year;
Unaware the world in its randomness,
Born a soul to my heart would be dear
For all her genuine light and genius. 
Though years ahead is she of my becoming,
What fortune have I received to find her!
You whose presence wonder and happiness brings
To me and all whose love for you I share. 
May this revolution bring your desires,
And in this lifetime your dreams in waking. 
May you come out a gem in life’s fires;
Your beloved stay in your safekeeping. 
  ‘Tis a day to celebrate of all days
  For the world has been made a better place.
The light of day is but a silhouette
Hanging faintly over the endless abyss.
Nothing a lone soul could comprehend.
It is I, in every atom of my being,

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