If it were up to me, my car would die from just sitting in the driveway and the couch would have my name crocheted into its cushions with its own little pantry of snacks and the TV looped with marathons of House or Frasier or How to Get Away with Murder. Money Heist or Prison … Continue reading unplug before she goes too far.
Author: B.K Laurel
As it says in my tagline: I'm just a writer writing about love because that's what all the cool kids are falling into these days. However, the type of love I write about is based more on the likeliness of modern day heartbreak. I originally started this blog as an outlet for therapy. I believe writing soothes the mind and allows us to express our feelings, which is exactly what I do here -- but in the form of poetry and spoken word pieces. I began writing in 2016 and I like to think the content I put out is relatable and hard-hitting since there's nothing new under the sun. You'll come to find I struggle a lot but without struggles, there is no growth, and believe me, I am growing.
Slowly, I am working towards publishing my own works. Gallimaufry (one of the categories here on my blog) is one of them. I'm also in the process of writing, "war & peace", "where two hearts unify as one", & "i sold my heart to buy yours".
Until then, feel free to linger around and read a few of my pieces; if you like what you see, be sure to hit the follow button at the bottom of my page to keep up with my posts and like & comment as you wish!
Other than that, thank you for reading my About Me page!
I'll be seeing you,
B.K. Laurel
22.
before i forget to leave my mark, i was here.
mother’s breath.
Like a flower, you bloom; small, but strong - one kick and my world changes - one breath and we become one // you exist, and I begin again - a newfound seed buried in the soil that is your garden Grow baby, grow One day, you will have a field to sleep in where … Continue reading mother’s breath.
moonlight loneliness.
It’s nights like these that I wish we prayed together..
finding home.
Humans were made for love; it consumes us. It drives us, motivates us, dictates us, manipulates us. It is the synonym for gravitational pull — it pulls us without our control. Love is a craving so strong we cannot live without satisfying; we need it. It is in our nature to believe there is someone … Continue reading finding home.
my preface.
I walk in the path of the sun; it guides me. A new day begins and there is hope in my heart. The past is fleeting; like the wind, it leaves me behind. And for a moment, I break. Brace my heart for impact — I’m alone, once again. Floating away from the sea of … Continue reading my preface.
they say love isn’t enough, but let’s pretend that it is.
I don't know if you still love me, but I find it in my heart we're worth a second try.
drop an angel from the sky, god.
What can I do to bring you back? How is it after all this time I still feel the same way.. after all these years and all these fights.. How is it that I know we’re not perfect but I swear we’re worth it? What can I do to bring you back? Don’t leave, please.. … Continue reading drop an angel from the sky, god.
existence.
Life goes on. A circling theme, indeed. Applies to everything yet amounts to nothing in the grander scheme of things. Because one day, no one will be around to notice. And in that moment, life will just be — life. Won’t that be peaceful.
B.K Laurel 