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
Sandpaper
L.C. McQuillen 15.09.17 You were like sandpaper On these old, chalky walls. One stroke and I would flake. Dissipate. And
Healing is a Long and Twisted Road
L.C. McQuillen 25.10.23 When I started to heal I didn’t realize how Uncertain It would
Captive of Curiosity
L.C. McQuillen 01.02.17 You have wrappedMe in a suddenAnd simpleCuriosity.You guide meNot with anythingBut your wordsMy mind isIn overtimeTrying to
Catastrophe
L.C. McQuillen 30.09.17 They never told me That beauty is power. That wholeness is a magnet To the fragmented They
Submerged
L.C. McQuillen 17.08.17 I What I would say to you is My mentality has been under Your palm twisted around
Immortal
L.C. McQuillen 03.03.24 If I could only write to you The severity of my sentiment If characters were enough To
Tumbleweed
L.C. McQuillen 28.05.17 I keep scratching out The words I've written. Maybe I should restart With a pencil;
We Belong to the Stars
L.C. McQuillen 01.12.16 I look up to the stars and think of usbecause that is where we belong our thoughts
