Laura Harrison : Writing

You Live In Me

You Live In Me

A Poem by Laura Harrison


You occupy my thoughts my poems my body you are the thing that fills the silence when I’m sad you are the light creeping in..
If I Said These Words Out Loud, They Might Just Kill Me Anyway

If I Said These Words Out Loud, They Might Just Ki..

A Poem by Laura Harrison


The news was on my television the other day they were talking about a girl that had passed away she had took her own life at the young age of 11..
There's Something Wrong In Wonderland

There's Something Wrong In Wonderland

A Poem by Laura Harrison


Alice pricked her finger on a red roseand was mesmerized as her fingerturned the same shade of crimsonthe Cheshire Cat doesn’t grin anymoreand t..
Identity Crisis

Identity Crisis

A Poem by Laura Harrison


I had an identity crisis the other day did something that was not like me you were kissing my mouth and it must have got to my head becaus..
I Want To Experience The Natural You

I Want To Experience The Natural You

A Poem by Laura Harrison


I want to kiss your mouth when your teeth haven’t yet been brushed and I want to run my fingers through your hair before it’s bee..
Is This Real Life?

Is This Real Life?

A Poem by Laura Harrison


I wake up some nights with the feeling of dread because I had another nightmare that you and I are just pretend and I can’t help but..
Our Future

Our Future

A Poem by Laura Harrison


I can imagine you and I 5 years from now saying our vows then moving our things into our own little house in the countryside, preferably ..
Don't Make Plans When You're Young

Don't Make Plans When You're Young

A Poem by Laura Harrison


We met when we were both 13 and were inseparable from that very first kiss all the adults simpered and said “aah young love..
Familiar Strangers

Familiar Strangers

A Poem by Laura Harrison


There is a man I always pass on the street who looks like someone I used to know we were so close once upon a time but now he’s jus..
Hands

Hands

A Poem by Laura Harrison


I can’t stop looking at my hands at the whorls and lines engraved in them I wonder how our lives can be mapped out in those lines be..