Lauren Kathleen

January 25, 2019January 25, 2019

Silence

Silence is more than quiet. Quiet is the sweeping hush of the stars pressing fingers to their lips so the world stops thinking. But silence steals even the most subtle of sounds and fills the air with everything else.

January 22, 2019January 29, 2019

The perils of a mind’s imitations of life – A poem

I have not yet learned to notice
How time jumps
Or how the clocks don’t tick

January 18, 2019January 17, 2019

Glimpse – A poem

Perhaps our view of the world is tinted,
Our vision restricted
By the vignette of a telescope
(Magnifying the dangerous,
Like hopelessness and hope)

January 15, 2019January 15, 2019

Becoming me

Put simply, this is a personal essay about how I became the writer I am today. I revisit some of the poems that kickstarted my journey as a writer and more specifically, a poet, and how I discovered my love for poetry. I take a look at some of the obstacles I overcame to get to where I am, and how I came to welcome my identity as a writer. Basically, it’s going to be a bit of a long one, so buckle up!

Writing is such a big part of me, so much so that I’m just not me when I’m not writing.

January 12, 2019January 29, 2019

Remains – A poem

When I disintegrate into space
What will be left
Is the remains of you
And all the people that made me.

My scattered ashes
Will be seeds
For not just the flower of me
But a garden.

January 4, 2019January 4, 2019

Adventures in film #2 | Moonta Bay

I went on a short trip to Moonta Bay with my boyfriend between Christmas and New Years and in a word it was.. lovely. It was simultaneously relaxing and exciting to just get away for a bit from routine and see some new things. When I came back I swear my skin has never been…

January 3, 2019January 3, 2019

2018.

Journal Entry | 18/12/18
A reflection on the past year and the lessons I’ve learned.

November 23, 2018January 4, 2019

Adrift – A poem

Maybe I’m a drifter
Drifting

I’ve seen so many drift

Yet
I let them

November 14, 2018November 14, 2018

The ways a place can hold you

There are different ways a place can hold memories. Sometimes you see them and other times you feel them. It might be just a breath, other times the feeling can consume you. But either way it moves you and either way it’s there.

Sometimes it can be like a waft of familiar perfume that makes your heart skip a beat. Or it’s like you travelled back in time and you’re no longer standing there but surrounded by your past unfolding in front of you. As if your soul escapes your body for a moment and the only thing possible for you to do is stand there and feel it.