Fieldnotes & Poetry

Are you in debt to the ashes of your shattered being? You dreamt me into existence to awaken you. I shook you out of oblivion back into breath. Sculpted from charcoal and trust, you resurrect. Unbound from the laws of past guilt, A soul reborn, untouched by regret... © REBELLICCA

Is it wrong to crave That someone studies you As though you were art? The map of your soul and your skin, Every thought and every curve... The intimacy of 'I found you and I wish to know all that you are.' © REBELLICCA

Who is the one?, you ask. He gets drunk on my soul, Never afraid to be lost in me, For to him I'm home. He walks through my storms, And carves desert roses from the sand Of days that look like forgotten dunes. He holds me like silence, Honors me like light, Feels me as breath. © REBELLICCA

A protector who doesn’t cage. A king who doesn’t compete. Not just handsome in body, but carved from a soul that recognizes you across lifetimes. Trust and fire in one. Devotion and freedom as one.
 'I am yours and you're mine' not as possession, but as prophecy fulfilled. © REBELLICCA

You don't know but through you I unlearn the language of grief, Until it feels foreign. With every word I step away From abandoned timelines, Where someone once almost broke me into a million pieces, And continued to celebrate life unbothered. I'm different now. Awake. Whole. © REBELLICCA

Walk with me through the maze of Life. Ask me what wonders I've found in you. Could we seek out together the limits of our new impossible, And prove it wrong again? © REBELLICCA

Sandstorms remind us Life never stops in front of a dune. The unknown leads the way As we share this path in trust. Deserts awaken at our touch Eyes look into other eyes, Hearts become whole again. Where the sky and the sand meet A new horizon is born. As is a new heaven. © REBELLICCA

All universes merge Into the forever of now. Unimagined realms find me On the playground of all gods, Asking new questions. I thrive on riddles, Without forgiveness Or permission to be. Life honors my light and shadows. Caught into oneness, I am all that is and all of it is me. © REBELLICCA

Fieldnote_04 "A Million Second Chances", 2024 ©REBELLICCA Collecting is often mistaken for taste, preference, and prestige. But the true...

Fieldnote_03 "Relics of Everything Unlived", ©REBELLICCA, 2025 1.10 pm Art doesn’t always lead us home. Sometimes it disrupts the myth of...

Fieldnote_02 "Love Me Unafraid. As Will I." ©REBELLICCA, 2024 Some connections refuse to be severed. You can silence notifications,...

Fieldnote_01 "When Time Realized My Forever Was...", ©REBELLICCA, 2024 Not all art wants to be made immediately. Some pieces arrive fully...