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) 

literature, Review

 My top reads in summer 2017- books to read by the fireside.

As a huge literary fan, of course I've been reading to my heart's content over the summer (with my health and long hours at work limiting me a little, but even so). Initially, I was planning to share my top three from this indulge, and still, I shall mention just three, but I can't seem… Continue reading  My top reads in summer 2017- books to read by the fireside.

creative writing, mental health

Lost – A Poem by Lauren Curr

Lost, scared, Nobody's there, All this traumas I cannot share. Pent up in a room Too small for my mind Why do I ache when my heart is just kind? Surrounded by people But loneliness prevails I don't want to know what the future entails. I don't want to know The future. The future Is… Continue reading Lost – A Poem by Lauren Curr

literature, personal

200 years on: What Austen means to me

It's July 18th 2017. A long anticipated date for me. Today is the 200th anniversary of Jane Austen's death, one which she came to in Winchester. I've visited her grave, of course I have. I've even been to her mum and sister's. But visiting her grave over a year ago now is something I found… Continue reading 200 years on: What Austen means to me

creative writing, mental health, Uncategorized

The Barrel- A poem for the end of February. 

The barrel looked stable, but really, it was empty. A hollow void lies beneath the strong walls. Can they really protect you? The barrel rolled around- no balance. Where's the stability? The rounded edges, so smooth looking, but splintered, cannot hold you up. But the barrel shrunk until you we're looking down it, into it.… Continue reading The Barrel- A poem for the end of February. 

creative writing, literature, Uncategorized

National Poetry Day!

Happy National Poetry day! Today is a day that I hold dearly in my heart, as it celebrates my one true love. Many people do not appreciate the power and the beauty of written word, but I think there is nothing more important; For enjoyment; To have your voice; To hear the voice of others.… Continue reading National Poetry Day!