My name is Lauren. I just got on this website from being absent for 4 or 5 years. I cannot write anymore. I have lost my muse and my motivation...I am sifting through my old poetry shocked that all that is my work. I have changed dramatically from the age of 15 to now...I do wish I could write again though! |
A formal binding agreement
A promise or a pledge...
I could say that I'm sorry
But it's just like before...
I'm a ragdoll
Torn apart at the seams...
A passageway, down the path
To your own demise...
Saving the life of one that was lost
Breathing in death- whatever the cost...
Walking in and out of sanity
I’m sick and I think he knows it...
At night something awakens
Some dark, bizarre form of me...
Trepidation
The surrealist’s unconscious nightmare...
Someone help me
Someone please...
A manifesto of my hatred
For my heart and for my brain...
Know that your work speaks only to those on the same wavelength as you. –Jean Cocteau |
Kill the critic within. Be persuaded only by that in art which speaks violently to the sexuality of your soul. By that which elicits an immediate and spontaneous moral erection. –Jean Cocteau |
He who is affected by an insult is infected by it. –Jean Cocteau |