All you see of me is skin. And even then you don’t see all of that. Most of it is draped in fabrics and threads And even the parts you do see Are still sometimes covered. But you see, Most of me Is inside of me. You can’t unzip my skin And spill out its…
Read MoreSeeds of hope – A story, I guess?
I’d been walking down a dark tunnel with only a seed of hope blooming inside my chest to guide me. I’d been watering this seed of hope, in hope that it wouldn’t die in the darkness, in hope that there was something worth waiting for. I was hoping this hope would keep a spark alive,…
Read MoreA letter to a boy / The world upon my pedestal – Poems
A letter to a boy Dear boy, We’ve been friends for a while now And I find it weird to think about How we used to be, What we were like when we Very first met. I’ve always admired you. I’ve always looked up to you In more ways than the obvious But I suppose…
Read MoreFog – A Poem
Cloud cloaks the houses And dims the sun’s light To calm every being To a quiet so still that Not a leaf quivers On spindly branches Holding frozen reflections Patiently waiting To bear the image Of tentative whispers Under blankets Hushed by soft silky Fog fingers caressing lips In a home that’s bright But feels…
Read MoreA letter to today
Dear today, You are my favourite day. Although I don’t have much to choose from when it comes to picking favourites because you’re the only one that really exists. All the yesterdays that recount my existence and the infinite tomorrows or next weeks or next years that could possibly be, are nothing but projections in…
Read MorePredictive text poems
Anyone who has ever read poetry will know the types of poems that exist. There are the poems that are fairly straightforward and make perfect sense in every way. There are some that still make sense but in a more abstract way. Perhaps they are just a giant metaphor, but grammatically they still make sense.…
Read MoreThe Foreign Memory of You – A Poem
I cock my head to one side as I look at you As memories lined up on the wall Contain the outlines of your face And your voice (like the muscle memory Of remembering song lyrics You didn’t know you knew) But I cannot feel your fingerprints on my skin Anymore. You are a foreign…
Read MoreA poem I wrote on the bus this morning
I saw her again this morning. I’ve been seeing her a lot recently. I hadn’t seen her in a while. She’s the girl whose eyes are brighter Than the rest of the world As they glow with the moonlight They soaked in from the night before. Her eyes smile Even when the rest of her…
Read MoreWhat it means to find oneself – A poem
It perpetually perplexed me When hearing people say “Everything clicked into place, I think I found myself today.” I never knew how one could “find themselves” When the only one who can define Exactly the person that they are Is the one who sees inside. But perhaps the problem lies In our vision in our…
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Forgotten – A Poem
Some mornings, the vision Of my tired eyes is blurred And the person in the mirror Isn’t good enough to face the world. But with smoother skin and pinker lips, Or even longer lashes, I am far more prepared to see the storm, My fire will leave this place in ashes. But what if it’s…
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Lauren Kathleen 