’Twas the night before school starts, as I lie in my bed,
thoughts of new lessons race through my head.

A journey on hiatus for about 2 years,
as I traveled the country and conquered my fears.

Now it is time to get back to the grind,
Researching articles, stimulating my mind.

Deepening my passion for psychology:
from Bachelor’s, to Master’s, now on to PhD.

A dream I had reasonably put on the shelf,
Is now within reach, so I can better myself.

A deep desire that my heart has been yearning,
that magical quest: the adventure of learning.

I’ll be up late doing homework, you’ll probably be snorin’,
But one day soon, I’ll be Dr. Lauren.

So, on this, the eve of my first day on this quest,
I leave you with this poem to get the excitement off my chest!

The Attacks of the Gulls


I’m here to share this tale with you, Still quite traumatized…
Of an event that happened in a flash, Before my very eyes.

It dates back to the winter,
My first Miami trip,
When I met this super sandwich,
Whos ingredients did not jip.

Inside a fresh croissant,
Lie prosciutto and mozzarella…
In one fell swoop, with just one bite,
Deep in love I fell.

Do I eat it all? Save leftovers?
I was stuck in quite a jam…
Before finishing this work of art,
I snapped a pic for Instagram.

Fast forward to November,
So we meet again.
I didn’t even need a menu,
Despite how long it’s been.

Sandwich in hand, smile on face,
I skipped down to the sand…
Little did I know, that this decision
Was the beginning of the end.

“Look how many friends you’ve made”
Said Sandra, about the birds…
I realized then the danger I was in,
“Oh Shit!” Being my final words.

They inched nearer and nearer,
As I tried to swat them away…
But these harsh fowl did not back down,
Much to my dismay.

The head honcho soon squacked his call,
The leader of the pack.
The most terrified I’ve ever been,
Was the target of a bird attack.

Lettuce to the left, tomato to the right,
Feathers flying everywhere!
Even after the sandwich was devoured,
They still swarmed within my hair!

There was no escaping them,
I ran what felt like miles!
And the bystanders that witnessed it all,
Were nothing but laughs and smiles.

My friend, just sipping coffee,
Was in danger by association.
This attack on the both of us,
Led to hours of conversation.

We said our goodbyes, cursed the birds,
And prayed for our dear lives.
Then suddenly a godsend,
Put an end to all our strifes.

A couple way down yonder,
Proudly opened up their lunch bag.
The birds quickly took notice,
Finding brand new pray to hag.

So here is what I learned from this,
The lesson I can teach…

Don’t be the fool to try and eat
Your sandwich on the beach.


One Night in Davenport:

My Midwestern trip was packed with adventure,
although it was quite short…
I am here in rhyme to describe to you
my night in Davenport.

This tale is brand new to me,
It hasn’t been long since…
I was picked up at a bus stop
By a lovely man named Prince.

Prince hailed from Liberia,
and was soon to be wed,
to a beautiful girl named Amber
(you know, like the color red)…

We danced, we ate, we drank, we laughed
we partied from day to night,
Until we were an hour from boarding time
Which made us feel uptight.

A Megabus from Davenport
should be waiting at the station.

This was not only our bed that night,
but our mode of transportation.

Prince delivered us from North Clinton
just in the nick of time,
but that fateful bus was not waiting for us
(the emotions can’t be conveyed in rhyme).

Calling Megabus was no help,
their overnight hotline was non-existent…
In the midst of such a situation
we were attentive and persistent.

Next, as if the heavens opened,
the lights of a bus appeared…
Then quickly drove by us,
leaving us dumbfounded as we cheered.

Fight or flight kicked in,
and I decided to take action…
Following the bus, sprinting full speed
Contrary to my feet’s satisfaction.

Let’s not forget the bag, filled with clothes for a week,
that was strapped to my arm…
In one fell swoop I yelled, “WATCH MY STUFF”
And threw it, as if it was a bomb.

I’m running faster, the bus is in sight,
It was the ultimate sense of yearning.
Then from the distance, I hear Kyle yell,
“Lauren, I think it’s just turning…”

Sure as shit, there it was,
turning around the one-way street.
So I go and pick up my discarded bag,
Feeling like I’ve just been physically beat.

So here it is, my advice to you,
if you find yourself in Davenport,
waiting for a midnight bus,
find a new method of transport.

An Ode to Extroversion

Once upon a time, I was a girl that was real shy, Then one day I woke up, & pondered the reasons why.

I was tired of that life, it was time for a conversion, It was then that I entered the world of extroversion.

When surrounded by strangers, I’ll be the first one to say, “hey!” With a smile on my face, I’ve made many friends that way.

Stranger danger still exists, so I am sure not to babble, But tasteful conversation is the art in which I dabble.

Step one of extroversion, put your phone in your pocket. Have a confident sense of self, and be sure to rock it!

With genuine interest of the world & other people’s stories; You too can be an extrovert, and do it with no worries!

An Ode to Agua

As I sit here sipping on a bottle of Poland Spring, I’d like to stop & shed some light on this most basic thing.

While most of us would rather sip some wine, or a beer; I have learned to never neglect a liquid much more clear.

Hydrogen & Oxygen came together for our sake, Flowing through our bodies like an ocean or a lake.

A basic human need, without it we would die. If you’re feeling like a wrung out sponge, this most likely is why.

Picture a pizza without dough, a burrito with no rice; This is your body lacking water, so please heed to this advice:

Next time you’re on a bender, don’t forget your H2O, Because dehydration is no joke, to the hospital you will go!

An Ode to my Feet

Appreciation for my health runs from head to toe, It’s not something I think much about, though.

Taking this trip without the ability to walk, Would be like a singer who never learned to talk.

My feet have kept me moving, mile to mile, Being taken for granted all the while.

Here I am, skipping around, adventuring with pep, Imagine such a life where you couldn’t take a step.

I run, I walk, I jump, I stroll. Without this ability I’d spiral out of control!

Appreciation is good for the soul, it changes your attitude, So take a moment, look down, and show some gratitude!

An Ode to a Donut

Poems are a powerful way to express how you feel

My subject this week is a love that’s very real.

The donut. A delectable pastry. 

I’ll try to put into words how much you mean to me.

Sugary sweet, best when served warm,

All other desserts have been outperformed.

Dunkin & Krispy Kreme barely scratch the surface.

There’s a whole world of donuts out there that you could miss!

Peanut Butter Banana Honey— that’s the one that changed my life.

But, the the goal of staying fit… you see, that is the strife.

Now, I suppose I should go for a run,

Or, just head back to the cafe, and get another one. 

Mother Knows Best

Mother Nature, you leave me speechless every time…

So much so, that I decided to make this rhyme.

Land and sea, ground and sky,

You can sink us real low, or raise us up high. 

Everything we are is at your disposal,

So I would like to make this here proposal:

Let’s think of Mother Nature how we think of our own Moms

Ever giving, ever loving, powerful with no qualms. 

Be respectful, be reverent, be patient and kind.

Think about the impact that you’re leaving behind. 

Mother knows best, we can never compete, 

Feel her presence from your head down to your feet.

She will make you or she will break you, regardless of who you are.

We are all connected, with Mother Nature as our star.