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Poetry
Collections of experiences written throughout the many transitions of time, space and understanding.
Photography
Captured moments through the lens of an individual who already had the next steps in mind.
Upcoming
Carefully expanding my understanding for those who I can submerge into a new world of love and light.
Donor
L.C. McQuillen 03.04.24 When I die Donate my body to poetry My bone as pen My blood as ink My skin as sheet My organs as inspiration Write of my
Perpetual
L.C. McQuillen 04.08.17 I never believed much in fate until I met you. Everything made sense and everyone around us observed and encouraged. But fate felt like it was quite
Empathic
L.C. McQuillen 21.06.16 I am tired of being brokenBeing held together by a stringof emotionsthat if one is strummedan echo in my soulhums a mournful soundand all around look to
Words Once Spoken
L.C. McQuillen 18.12.15 Words once spokensimply should not have beenWords painted a picturebeautifulwatercolour pastelssunrise blooming over ourselvesas bright as our futurewas going to bebut when I opened my eyesto realityas
Qui
L.C. McQuillen 05.09.23 For along time I didn’t understand That people are keys And they can unlock Your entire essence Explored by
If I Could I Would Fly to You
L.C. McQuillen 02.06.23 The rain is falling On the cabins roof A staccato rhythm of a scattered melody Playing the song That my heart composes When I think of you
Submerged
L.C. McQuillen 17.08.17 I What I would say to you is My mentality has been under Your palm twisted around Your fingers And that will be no more. You expected
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
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
Character
L.C. McQuillen 02.02.17 Ignorance Rings the door bellOf a closed mind.NaivetéLeads him in.He is fed From father Contempt,And kept Warm by Mother Obstinate.Until they See through The windowWhat they Do