creative writing, LGBT

Forever

The skies of blue Turn to dark grey When I'm not with you. The only thing To see, I pray, Are your eyes, sparkling As I did yesterday- Though not today- For the rest of 'forever'. This short poem is sponsored by Lauren's Tears On The Train Home (you've. probably guessed... this is not a… Continue reading Forever

creative writing, literature, Uncategorized

In Celebration: My favourite poets (for National Poetry Day)

October 4th. Today is National Poetry Day. Typically, on this day, I post a poem of my own in celebration, but since I posted one yesterday and have a growing passion for reading poetry again (helped along by studying English Literature), and that's how I've spent my day, I wanted to share some of my… Continue reading In Celebration: My favourite poets (for National Poetry Day)

creative writing, LGBT, Uncategorized

Technicolour (Poetic prose by Lauren Curr)

In a world where all looks scare her, eyes meet. There's a flash of technicolour, standing out, in a world usually seen in black and white vision. Illuminated joy seeps through the waves of life; the salt usually blurs even the brightest of stars and crashes on the sandbanks too fast to even gasp for… Continue reading Technicolour (Poetic prose by Lauren Curr)

creative writing, LGBT, politics, Uncategorized

Borders – Poem by Lauren Curr

An original poem by Lauren Curr. - Borders Can't define us, Don't align us- Let us be. - Who can say What's yours or not On stolen Territory? - Humans Love and humans hurt It's just life, You see. - Why not, For just one last day, You let us All be free. We're coming… Continue reading Borders – Poem by Lauren Curr

creative writing, mental health, Uncategorized

Tick, tick (the unspoken)

Tick, tick- Two years since I knew something wasn't right, I knew- just not what. I thought I deserved it. Deserved what? What was wrong? Two years since I cried, I cried, I cried until my sadness, my hatred turned to sheer emptiness- a void (where a whole heart should have been). You were my… Continue reading Tick, tick (the unspoken)

creative writing, LGBT, Travel

The Smile (a poem by Lauren Curr) 

"Is it alright if I sit here?" A voice deeper than some chirped, It must've where she's from and She smiled the night away. Her make up glowing from her cheeks, Her facial bones a silver line, But what was dazzling is eau natural, It's her radiant beaming smile. Lips made up with raspberry-red, Glitter… Continue reading The Smile (a poem by Lauren Curr)