I shed dead skin in a trail
of diary entires and old poems,
snaking through my life’s path –
the fossils of the human heart,
footprints, preserved in stone.
Drunk on too much life – A poem
I have days lined up in bottles,
Hours pouring out the tap.
I fill glass after glass with minutes
And drink more time than can elapse.
I exist on this earth to be a part of it so why keep things to myself?
I think we learn to exist inside of ourselves. We grow to feel trapped inside our minds. Habits and emotions and thoughts. They haunt our every move, our every step. It’s normal and human to feel an entire spectrum of emotions from the happiest happiness to the saddest sadness. It’s normal to feel it all.…
Read MoreDrowning – A Poem
Her head Was like a swimming pool. Filled with an ocean of thoughts. Often she sat above And watched the water Quietly lapping. Suppressed thoughts. Controlled. Contained. Until the darkness looms. And a storm brews. The cold, howling wind. A deluge of icy raindrops Piercing her skin. Creating nothing less than a flood. Until she…
Read More“What will she become?” – A Poem
I have decided to start out by sharing some of my old work, some that I am particularly proud of. The poem I am about to share with you is one of the first poems I have ever written, not including work from when I was a kid, and it was the one that really sparked…
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Lauren Kathleen 