you were right, thank you.
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
cast away.
We’re all swimming in a sea of regrets, drowning, trying to reach the shore.
withdraw.
Do you think I could still be a writer if I let the saddest parts of me go?
meet me in aisle 7.
On our first date, we washed our cars. I'm talkin' bell bottom jeans in the middle of summer, compensated with a sun hat; he cleaned my sun roof while I scrubbed his hatchback. When I wasn't looking, he stuck a note inside my glove box. On our second date, we went to the store. Split … Continue reading meet me in aisle 7.
bon voyage.
he was the anchor tied to my feet and love was the ocean I drowned in.
the five stages of love.
The first one never counts. Odds are you were in middle school, crushing on the popular boy who called you buff and you took it as a compliment because you didn’t understand what it meant. But then you lost the weight and found a boy who loved your body, not your soul. That one doesn’t … Continue reading the five stages of love.
friends first.
you are a nice change of pace.
dried up waiting to be watered.
she stands there looking to him wishing he'd move closer wishing he'd take a step she stands there knee deep in wet concrete time passes and the concrete hardens she's paralyzed wishing she had moved when she had the chance now he looks to her as if she's the most beautiful statue he's ever seen … Continue reading dried up waiting to be watered.
7:15 a.m.
And maybe you’re the roller coaster with the drop I’m not afraid of. I’ll never know unless I try. I just hope I’m tall enough to ride.
B.K Laurel 