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 And the shame Of my decisions have kept me Removed Rather than actively trying To correct I thought if […]
Eleutheria
Introspection
L.C. McQuillen 26.02.24 I have traveled to five continents But the most difficult journey I’ve endeavored Is the way back to myself
Best Absorbed Written
L.C. McQuillen 29.12.23 For a long time I believed poetry was lyrics for those who could not sing And I was consumed by what I could not compose My brave soul possessed uncourageous lips And I despised the small quiet characters that seemed to sum up my existence But art is not meant to
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Catastrophe
L.C. McQuillen 30.09.17 They never told me That beauty is power. That wholeness is a magnet To the fragmented They never told me That I could wound you Because of my whims Yet you would followBecause you believed I could be tamed Days and days I spent as your Summer Until you realised I was
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 claustrophobic. It felt as if this independent heart suddenly didn’t have her own choice. Nevertheless, I chose to leave knowing you were probably best for
Tumbleweed
L.C. McQuillen 28.05.17 I keep scratching out The words I’ve written. Maybe I should restart With a pencil; But something in my soul Relates To the tumbleweed like Etches strewn about The page. It may perhaps be More of a representation Of my current feelings Then
Descend
L.C. McQuillen 21.05.17 Reaching heights holds no hesitation for me. But there is a time when I find myself needing to come down. Sometimes in gigantic leaps. Descending down into the likeness of another. I was once a part of them, I heard what they taught me, I was changed, I experienced what they experienced.
Take Me Home
L.C. McQuillen 21.05.17 This has been slow, Slower than it’s ever been. I find myself with Heightened hesitancy And cautious pace. I’ve ran this trail before Really ran, But the momentum Threw me farther When I tripped. So each time, I decreased a little And looked down A bit more Still recovering from sores. Falling
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 not alone anymore. When I am alone, I am the smartest, the bravest, the leader. When I am alone. That isn’t the case right now,
Identity
L.C. McQuillen 18.12.16 A drifterA liquid substanceWith grey eyesAs a rain cloudForm is an unfamiliarThing