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

Trade My Dreams for Insomnia
L.C. McQuillen 06.04.23 My body shifts Every few minutes As my mind incessantly Stirs the irony Of my upcoming reality You’ve been asleep for hours And haven’t noticed my


Significant
L.C. McQuillen 18.04.24 It is not what I have been through That holds me down It is what I have done In reaction to it

Extremities
L.C. McQuillen 28.02.17 You adore me But I am still learning The balance between Complete passivity And honest brutality And I fear I have marked you

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

Forbidden Fruit
L.C. McQuillen 11.07.17 You were my Forbidden fruit But I've never Been good with Regulation It made you All the more Entrancing Eyeing you From the other side Of the

Dust
L.C. McQuillen 03.12.18 I have given you this part of me and you set it on the shelf. you tell it nice things as it collects dust day after day

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

Mother
L.C. McQuillen 30.05.16 And the rain has no courtesyFor the one that has a dampened soulAnd wind has no respectFor the one that it blowsAnd the lightening has no fearOf

Migrate
L.C. McQuillen 18.11.18 How was your sleep?Deep reached farTo pull you inConcaving shadowsEclipsed See me notHear me not How were your drinks?Busy side streetChaos emergingSip by sipMemories slip See me