Welcome
to the Journey








Poet. Soul seeker. Wild traveler. Gentle disruptor.
Hey, I’m L.C.
I’ve survived chaos, crash outs, heartbreaks, spiritual deconstruction, and too many late-night flights to nowhere. And I’ve made art out of all of it.
This is where I offer it back to you.
Through poems, stories, and soul-rooted reflections, I’m here to remind you that healing or your instincts aren’t linear, becoming is messy, and your softness is not weakness—it’s your power.
If you’ve ever felt too much, wandered too far, or wondered if you’re the only one breaking open and becoming new—you’re in the right place.
I’m the author of The Perpetual Journey—a poetic memoir written across six continents and countless versions of self.
And this space is a continuation of that journey.
I’m not here to promise answers.
I’m here to hold space for the questions that matter—the ones that lead you back to yourself.
This is for the ones building something beautiful from the in-between.
For the ones rewriting the story they were told.
For the ones ready to remember who they are—and reclaim it without apology.
Come for the poetry—
Stay for the remembering
The Salty Sea
L.C. McQuillen 28.12.15 'I’m leaving.’I thinkas I float on top ofthe salty sea.I close my eyes and try to picturethe
Phases
L.C. McQuillen 21.09.16 Even the moon has its phasesFrom brightestTo slightestAs I to youWill be like the moonIlluminating at your
Celestial Heights
L.C. McQuillen 10.12.16 I'll dive too farInto the shrinking circleOf reminiscing and thoughtWith youIt's always constrictingWithin the journeyOf our conversationsA
Immortal
L.C. McQuillen 03.03.24 If I could only write to you The severity of my sentiment If characters were enough To
Extremities
L.C. McQuillen 28.02.17 You adore me But I am still learning The balance between Complete passivity And
Hiraeth Soul
L.C. McQuillen 25.02.24 Despite my mind thinking rationally And my heart feeling wholly My soul rejects the fundamental possession of
Sides
L.C. McQuillen 30.03.17 I have been To all four sides Of this ocean And what I have
Identity
L.C. McQuillen 18.12.16 A drifterA liquid substanceWith grey eyesAs a rain cloudForm is an unfamiliarThing
Fool’s Gold
L.C. McQuillen 16.02.17 I will not be Inclined to Decline myself To that which Is breathless. I will not bow
