I often end up blinded By the glitter falling from the sky Nesting underneath my eyelids And in the creases by my eyes. But though this glitter sparkles While I’m holding out my hand, It never seems as golden By the time it took to land. What looks like glitter from below Is actually glass,…
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To the Bottom of the Ocean – A (quite long) Poem
I jumped off the jetty. Or maybe I fell, Too busy with my face turned toward the sun. Floating in the water now I’m somehow So far away. Alone. My feet dance Searching for the familiarity Of feeling sand between my toes But all I’m doing is treading water, The ocean slipping through my fingers…
Read MoreHave you heard of the girl who breathes flowers? – A poem
Have you heard of the girl Whose fingertips are always frozen To compensate For the warmth of her heart? The girl whose world is made of poetry When she picks her words so Meticulously Crafted from the blossoms Of her sequestered meadow As she strives to unearth Nothing less than The perfect bouquet. With the…
Read MoreEventualities – A Poem
If ever I walk down memory lane There is always a place I stop and stay. Standing at the side, pondering, A ghost of the future, wondering, Watching while Fresh footprints form Just how different my life would be Had I not been too scared to turn the knob on that door. I watch her…
Read MoreWasted Time
“I will do something today”, she thought. “I will be productive today”, she said. Sitting on a park bench to escape her stumbling mind, confused and distracted by ticking and whirring and rumbling. Usually wandering into the trap of the colours and sounds of pictures and words. “Here there is no way to be distracted”,…
Read MoreThe Ship – A Poem
My heart is like a vessel And with every break it leaks. As the water gushes in, Under the heaviness, it creaks. And with every fracture The ship sinks deep below the sea. The waters that are your words Rippling waves inside me. The drowning won’t last forever though, There is always a breath of…
Read MoreThe edge of a cliff
Poetry is the world beyond the edge of a cliff. There is a little man standing on the edge of this cliff. He isn’t really a little man, only in comparison to the cliff. But he is standing on the edge of the cliff where everything stops. All the everyday rules that we subconsciously follow,…
Read MoreSunsets, Shells and Sparkles – A poem
The sand was filled with sparkles As the sunset glimmered on the sea And as it reflected off the water On the sea shells by my feet. I wrote the sparkles on my paper And weaved them in between the lines. I pocketed all the pretty shells, Collected all that I could find. But then…
Read MoreHabitual Writing
In the past, I have challenged myself to try and write everyday. I would set myself a time and a number of pages and I would say “right, this is what I will write today”. I found that never lasted long because it felt like a chore. I would keep going with it for a…
Read MoreThe Impossibility of Counting Leaves – A poem
I wander Slowly Through a forest of trees Watching and feeling the soft summer breeze, Causing the trees too many leaves To fall as I fail to count them. As I wander Slowly Through the forest of trees Perfectly tranquil and calm, You were the leaf I would not have noticed, Had you not fallen…
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Lauren Kathleen 