I would try to forget your touch But could never bring myself To burn the memories I knew I would one day learn to treasure. I am a scrapbook Of everyone’s touches Everyone’s words; compliments Or confidence crushers I am a mix tape Of the songs I sing in the shower And the ones that…
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I wish I could constantly live in just mornings and evenings. Mornings are so quiet and peaceful. Fresh. They haven’t yet had the chance to dry out in the sun.
Read MoreToo often I end up multitasking when I’m trying to sleep. But sleeping and multitasking do not fit together. They are not part of the same puzzle. When I lay down and switch my world to darkness, I am telling my mind that it is time to turn away from the world and turn off,…
Read MoreI’m stuck In the nagging nudges Of the night As they pace in the dark And tell me to write. But tonight Nothing seems right. I feel no urge For scribbles Under flashlight. I feel the time ticking As the night’s nags Are tickling The underneath of my feet. I haven’t tried to sleep Because…
Read MoreI sit by the raindrop stained window And look past my faint reflection At the treetops quivering in the frosty wind. I watch all the people stroll past. Sometimes alone, looking lonely. Or tired. Or sad. Only a few smile. But only when they trip over their feet And laugh about with another someone. Their…
Read MoreOne thing I’ve always found fascinating about humans is our need for meaning. This occurs in the simplest moments of every day life, like analysing the meaning in a text message someone sent us. Even if there isn’t actually a deep meaning there in the first place, the idea of anything such as piece of…
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I will be the girl in the red coat.
Read MoreThe only thing real And evergreen We have in this world Is our souls, Our thoughts And our emotions, And reading and writing These words Brings into my life Some sort of Substance. Maybe if more people Placed more importance On the things that have Meaning And are unchangeable And took more care Of the…
Read MoreI know I’ve always been a poem, Looking for a voice to make me a song. But in my search across the oceans I’ve never found one that belongs. All their singing did was drown my words But now that I’m alone, I’ve realised it’s my own voice that is perfect, And now I’m dancing…
Read MoreI’ve done this before and it was super fun and amusing and interesting, so I decided to do it again. Read my original post here if you want. Basically what I do is take my phone or computer in the notes app and click the predictive text choices and see what nonsensical ramble-y paragraph it…
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Lauren Kathleen 