laura's writing and other creative endeavours

[Joseph41]

Thanks so much! <3
I think that I end up writing mostly on the train or sitting on grass next to the train station. I tend to write more when I'm feeling tired, so I often write in bed after a long day. Whenever I sit down to write things, they often never come, so I wait until I'm feeling it.

A cafe seems like a nice place to write. Do you write many creative things or is it more assignments and essays?

Makes sense!

Cafe for me was basically just poetry. I reckon I wrote about 950 pieces - of very varied quality hahaha - between, hmm, maybe 2009 and 2016. And then work happened, and it just stopped. Had a mean Tumblr account for a while haha.

For assignments etc., library worked better.

[laura_]

Cafe for me was basically just poetry. I reckon I wrote about 950 pieces - of very varied quality hahaha - between, hmm, maybe 2009 and 2016. And then work happened, and it just stopped. Had a mean Tumblr account for a while haha.

Wow! Sounds like you need a poetry thread... *nudge nudge*

Did you write free verse or structured poems?

[Joseph41]

Wow! Sounds like you need a poetry thread... *nudge nudge*

Did you write free verse or structured poems?

Hahaha. Good idea - maybe next year if I can get back into it.

Mostly structured. Have you read this book? It's really good, and I found it helpful:

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/66856.The_Ode_Less_Travelled

Happy to lend to you if you haven't.

[laura_]

I've been doing some baking recently and experimenting with how many different things I can put in puff pastry. It's very easy and VERY delicious.

So far in terms of savoury toppings I have tried:
- spinach and cheese
- tomato and cheese
- spinach, tomato and cheese
- vegemite and cheese

And sweet toppings:
- nutella and/or raspberry jam with a combination of coconut and almond flakes
- stewed fruit
- stewed and sweetened fruit (apricot, pear, peaches ect.)
- jams (crab apple, strawberry)

My favourite by far are nutella and almond!

I've also been experimenting with shapes. I've made scrolls, squares, rectangles with open ends, long and thin twisted things and triangles. My friend made some with me and experimented with some loveheart and butterfly esque shapes. They were all equally delicious.

some pictures

[laura_]

She is sick and sick of herself. Bound by a concoction of self inflicted exhaustion and a permanent state of anxiety she collapses into fitful solitude. Always running. Always moving. Never letting herself have an idle second; because just one second of thinking is all it might take for waves of withheld thoughts to rush in again. For a tidal wave of doubt to knock her weary soul off of it’s shaky and unsteady feet.

[Poet]

She is sick and sick of herself. Bound by a concoction of self inflicted exhaustion and a permanent state of anxiety she collapses into fitful solitude. Always running. Always moving. Never letting herself have an idle second; because just one second of thinking is all it might take for waves of withheld thoughts to rush in again. For a tidal wave of doubt to knock her weary soul off of it’s shaky and unsteady feet.

But others watch this fitful solitude, the turn of the tide against her. They see her sickness and worry, the way the sea inflicts its will - invasive, unwanted. They understand that weary gait, a barefoot runner on dangerous shores, and offer a hand to help her up the rocks, if she lets them. The tidal wave will come, but it will never find her here. In the shelter of friends, a wanderer can rest.

If you need help, we're here. You don't have to run alone. Noone ever does.

[laura_]

stagnance
sunlight showers shoots of emerald;
blooming slower than a stagnant river.
roots chase each other deeper,
hunting remnants of spring drizzle.

she too is a stagnant flower,
idle in the feverish climate.
imprisoned by the pitter patter
of butterfly feet caressing her middle.
by the thump of wings
and heart, in her chest.

her mind wanders as roots do;
hunting far away smiles,
and withheld sparkling remnants.