I feel as though sometimes, I live too much in the future. I worry far too much about my plans for what will be, and the things that I want to be able to do, but can’t due to certain circumstances. I’m too caught up on the fact that once I have what I plan…
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Dream Catcher – A poem
I wish to be a dream catcher And float among The glittering stars, When our homes are draped In a veil of darkness, While tired eyes close But minds are still alive With hopes And dreams And wishes. I yearn to watch The magic of dancing minds In the dark, And collect it like stardust,…
Read MoreWhat poetry is to me
Poetry is Sifting through a haystack To find the tiny glint of A shiny needle (hidden to all except those who look hard enough) And sewing words together With a burning desire To make sense of the world, And my heart And the adventures we have upon it. It is a way to say What…
Read MoreThe Power of Silence – A poem
Every sound is loud When it is piercing a deafening silence Whether it be a tiny watch tick Or the gentle turn of a page Or your own thoughts screaming In your mind Because there is no room for them to be muffled By the outside voices Or traffic Or rain That causes the constant…
Read MoreA Change of Seasons – A poem
Where once she was a bare tree With nothing but a few falling leaves In the coldest of Winters. With grey clouds looming above And not even a glimpse of blue, The rain poured, Hail pattered And lightning struck. Floods leaving nothing but Destruction in its path. She shivered by a fire That refused to…
Read MoreWaiting – A poem
Time tapping its toes on the doorstep Ticking slowly Like you’ve just jumped into water. Words running circles in your head Waiting to be let out the gate. Stars that can’t shine bright enough Because they are waiting For the lights to go out below. Waiting to be seen. Waiting For fruit to ripen, For…
Read MoreWaves – A poem
I do not want To be the river Calm, and Controlled by the wind. You are the wind That makes me feel beautiful As I bubble, And ripple, And flow. But I want to be the wind And the river To create my own beauty. And I want to create Not bubbles, Not ripples, But…
Read MoreThe click of a high heel shoe – A poem
With hands stuffed in her pockets, She hid behind her hair Dressed in solely blacks and greys, She dodged every person’s stare. Quietly creeping through the crowd, Completing her daily routine. Retreating into the shadows, Wishing she had the confidence to be seen. So she committed to finding it, By trying something new. For by…
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Crocheted Poncho
For the past couple of months I have been working on crocheting a poncho, and I couldn’t be happier with how it turned out. To make it I used 7 balls of the Cleckheaton California 8ply yarn, in the colour volcano, and a 5mm crochet hook. It is composed of 60 rows in total, 18…
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Anyone can be a flower – A poem
A flower can grow in a concrete jungle Amid a fractured cement track. Nothing will stop it’s bloom from opening, As it pushes through the crack. A flower can grow in the smallest pot, Confined by hardened terracotta walls. It’s roots can’t reach as far as they want to But it still responds to nature’s…
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Lauren Kathleen 