Por. Lauren

El lenguaje es sólo una barrera que debemos desafiar.

By. Lauren

I zone out like a rocket lost in space.
I am always ready to come back to earth but my engine never manages.
It's always my mind making me write.
I do not know if there is an inch left of me that has not been weaved into a poem.
I once was my own person now I am shared with the world.
I once fit together like a puzzle but now I don't fit together at all without reading all my poems.
I do not remember a single one of my last feeling because I vent more than I feel
I am a rocket lost in space ready to return home.

By. Lauren

You whispered sweet nothings into my ears.
You where a shadow that chased me around.
Did you ever really love me or was it all a hoax?
A chance to get back at me for all the mistakes I made.
So the next time you dare whisper sweet nothings in my ears you'll get a whisper and a punch back.

By. Lauren

They say I stare more than I blink.
How could you not when our world is so dark?
All I can do is stare and think.
I'm sorry that I am who I am.

By. Lauren

This color blue so dark and rich.
It covers my nails.
Then I realize this was your favorite color.
Once again since the day you left me
I am deeply saddened.

By. Lauren

When my planner is full I feel alive.
When my planner is full I have a purpose.
When my planner is full I never actually get to any of my goals.
It's just when my planner is not full the spaces are engulfed in the words "don't **** your self" when my planner is empty I feel worthless.
When my planner is empty I don't want to write another poem.
The plan of my life seems to have a grater impact than the years I have lived.

By. Lauren

Speaking has never been a talent of mine. I think more than I speak and often find myself thinking and forget to say what I was thinking.
I observe and think then I preserve the sight in the form of poetry.
I know it is not convenient to live this way. It's just this is who I am; the girl who thinks but does not seem to speak.