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
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 feel That the stages of Self
Cigarette
L.C. McQuillen 26.10.16 I stare at my souland see it decomposeas a lit cigarette I take a hitand exhale black smokenow I’m left withcontaminated lungsand acontaminated soul blacked by memoriesthat
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 down To a morsel of metal Or a gemstone, In
Maybe it is I
L.C. McQuillen 12.04.17 I feel exposed. My soul sits naked under a microscope of another. I gasp at the realization that being in company has given to me. I am
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 catchThe glimpsesOf pure butConsistently alteredIntuitionI can't helpBut to be drawn
