floating. falling. flying. soar high, wait for the drop. a fear you can’t shake. trembles. internal. feeling it all with no end to this madness in sight. there’s a pit in your stomach. it hurts, and not in the good way. aching and longing and wanting. needing. necessary. a shake of the head. dismissal, and … More when it ends: a stream-of-consciousness poem by Lauren Tavares
god, i feel so small. i’d look up, but i’d get dizzy, and i’d look out across the water but the air feels thinner here and i can’t really breathe too well but i think it’s more about who i am than where i am. it’s uneasy, being so far up, and there’s a part … More precipice by Lauren Tavares
when my friends were all out together, having fun and enjoying the sunshine, i was inside working, plastering a smile on my numb face, not letting myself think about what was outside of these four walls. when my roommate was sleeping soundly in the bed next to mine, i was crying over an assignment i … More fall by Lauren Tavares
she has always felt more comfortable in a costume, when she’s out of her own skin and building armor around herself with bits of cloth. everything she wears is a costume, really, each piece a tool to push what’s inside away until she can feel the confidence of her character seep into her bones. sometimes … More good by Lauren Tavares
We’re all a little lost. We’re neither here nor there, darting from place to place, life to life. It’s a crossroads. It’s a place to hide out. A pit stop of sorts. Everyone has somewhere they should be and it’s not in this room. We come here with the intention to leave as soon as we can.
I can’t figure out this feeling but I know that I’m out of place. The people rush about, bumping into my shoulders in their hurry and sending me stumbling forward into the person in front of me. Standing here, in the middle of the terminal, I’m simply an object, an obstacle put in people’s way to prevent them from being where they need to be when they need to be there and that time is now.
It’s always now. … More movement by Lauren Tavares
I stop. I stare. This is not what we do. This is not how we dance. Her arms shouldn’t be held like that. Straight out, then soften the elbows a bit, round your palms and turn them in. Your arms should not be bent downwards. Elbows to the sky, ladies, elbows to the sky. Turn your arms into bird’s wings and fly. Why are you smiling? No smiling in ballet. We are pleasant, we are neutral, we are here to be seen and admired but not noticed. … More critique by Lauren Tavares
The lights shine down on us all, illuminating our lines and creating shadows that define us. We stare into our own souls and reflect on our reflections. Then, we move.
We inhabit our music. It becomes a playground, a mad scientist’s lab, a space in the void where we can be everything and nothing all at once. Piano notes flow down my spine and bend my back into positions not thought possible. With each strum of the guitar, my heart leaps and I fly through the air with its power. Bass sharpens my movements, quick fingers and toes and snaps of the wrists. … More the lab by Lauren Tavares
you are you and i am i.
we are ingrained in ourselves so deeply that
there is no other way for us to be:
you are always you and i am always i.
but at some points you take pieces of i
and i take pieces of you. … More you and i by Lauren Tavares
you hold the book in your hands,
the book you’ve drawn in for years.
but it’s not a sketchbook at all.
it’s a diary. it’s what keeps you alive. … More lifeblood by Lauren Tavares
people rush about,
an art form of their own.
bump, push, scatter,
waft through the rooms. … More Room by Lauren Tavares