the sun creeps over the horizon, blinding eyes that haven’t gone to sleep yet; bright and blinding, but beautiful. the warmth coats my skin as i lay down to rest for the night; completely satisfied with the notion that your eyes are what fueled the morning, you’re its coffee; sweet with a touch of new … Continue reading 7:01 a.m.
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
hold your breath and count to ten.
I still carry around your inhaler even though I know you no longer need it You have your own, but still I like to think you find comfort in the fact that you have an extra one a thousand miles away And I hope you take my offer and come get it someday Until then, … Continue reading hold your breath and count to ten.
the only poem you ever wrote.
Never gone, always present. Never there, always here. Never distant, always close. Even when miles away, only inches from your voice. That is all one can strive for, and hopefully being “Gone, gone, gone,” isn’t a permanent state, but the past. A relic. Time and chances have been given but allow for one more, for … Continue reading the only poem you ever wrote.
don’t turn off the lights.
When it’s dark and silent — that’s when I think the most. I lie awake and stare into the void that I know would be my ceiling if I flipped on the switch, but I just lie there, thinking. Most of the time about my heart; the person it aches for, beats for. Other times I … Continue reading don’t turn off the lights.
with spring comes butterflies
i asked him how to stop coming on too strong and he said there were two steps that could help and the first one was to don’t and the second one was to stop but then he told me to combine the two together and said don't stop. "you're doing good" and then he smiled … Continue reading with spring comes butterflies
Bird’s Eye View.
And I think, you know, you get to a point in life where you start listening to yourself talk. How you rant, how you give in, and make excuses for another person’s behavior. You think it’s compassion instead of realizing there will never be a good enough excuse that justifies you being treated any less … Continue reading Bird’s Eye View.
day four.
11:32pm; friday. i keep losing you. everyday that i wake up and every night that i go to sleep. i lose you. over and over again. i feel trapped inside this broken record. please, make it stop.
silent—a messy poem.
walls so thin i can hear my sister on facetime with the boy who loves her and with the boy she loves the call ends and for a moment, it's silent 2am rolls around and i wake up to a phone call ringing from two doors down my other sister answers and i lie awake … Continue reading silent—a messy poem.
moved without moving.
I still had all my belongings packed up in boxes waiting for the moment when I got to load them into my car and drive away forever I haven't unpacked them yet because a part of me still hopes this isn't the end. because we were going to move together escape. together. just yesterday you … Continue reading moved without moving.
B.K Laurel 