Laura Kate : Writing

Empty pillows

Empty pillows

A Poem by Laura Kate


When I came home that eveningand went into my roomI felt I could have criedbecause I had forgottenjust how muchmy very own bedsheetsremind meof you
Our kind

Our kind

A Poem by Laura Kate


Near every field down every road through every gate in every home are one of the same yet different in kind; a living body with a restless mind..
Parts of me

Parts of me

A Poem by Laura Kate


There is a part of herthe size of the entire Earthand all the waters within itwhich thinks she might love himThere is another partwhich is scaredand ..
Release

Release

A Poem by Laura Kate


He clings to melike the butterflywho commits to the direction of the windthat releases him from the webin which he winds himself up,and thought he wou..
How we used to be

How we used to be

A Poem by Laura Kate


Just a thought
It’s not you

It’s not you

A Poem by Laura Kate


It’s not you that Ilove, it’s not that I love you, exactly … I seem to run towards crazy and there’s a whole lot of cr..
You

You

A Poem by Laura Kate


You set about putting me back togetherbefore I even knewthat some of my pieceshad broken
Our Skin

Our Skin

A Story by Laura Kate


A short story / perhaps a chapter in a story I'm working on
Falling

Falling

A Poem by Laura Kate


Like a leaf falling from its tree I detached myself,I made myself free. And with the very last ounce of life I had left,I flew... I tried to make i..
9.23

9.23

A Poem by Laura Kate


02.04.19, 9.23am