Stop the madness the relentless drive to be comfortable there is no comfort no lasting bit of piece no moment that will take away all the time spent being abused by myself or others so many of the scars inflicted upon our souls are self-inflicted Stop the madness do more with less and give up … Continue reading A poem without a name
Poetry
Blinded
blinded by smoke scored by the heat nothing but the most bitter fruit left to eat nothing left but to fight to fight to die and maybe then be heard or be seen on CNN and misunderstood still better than do nothin' being the big man's punk and doing my time in the oligarch's machine … Continue reading Blinded
Testing Cycle
Stuff knowledge into their heads cramp it in there until their eyes beg you to stop plead with you to let them up for air then review, review and review some more because they have to know it they have to know it all and then stuff some more into their head Make sure they … Continue reading Testing Cycle
The end of the line, no more changes chances or extra turns no more thoughts of redemption last minute saves you used all the rope that you have been given used it up tying knots to keep yourself from falling but you keep slipping further and further behind you need to save face and do what … Continue reading
Happy Endings…
Happy Endings are only the beginnings Only the beginning Only the beginning And getting to the beginning takes work lots and lots of work Just like what comes after. If you’d like more information on Lucinda's work subscribe to this blog, follow her on Twitter or like her page on Facebook. Her new novella, Blood Child … Continue reading Happy Endings…
Contra
No power left to protest only tears to weep just trying to stick to the plan the dream the lie told to all children come to bittersweet fruition otherwise known as adulthood If you’d like more information on Lucinda's work subscribe to this blog, follow her on Twitter or like her page on Facebook. Her new … Continue reading Contra
Write Something
I can, I can, I will start writing tonight. The hour is late and my mind is foggy, but I will, I will write something tonight profound and interesting it may even be Before my head hits the desk and my fingers forget their marks I will, I will write something tonight.
Casting Off
I was a broken girl tattered by the love you toss away Used my scars and tears to build myself Now the past is gone and you still live there calling of all my love obsession no that’s right and I would hate to miss quote you all my love was just a delusion a … Continue reading Casting Off
My Promise
every time you see me you see the most beautiful me that there is and the most beautiful me that there will ever me and it is a gift that you give to me that I wish so much so very much to give back to you in a new ending loop of what love … Continue reading My Promise
It is
it is sad when the poet runs out of words runs out lyrics to sing and the chambers of thoughts once over flowing are empty then the poet isn't a poet any more and slowly begins to die
Lucinda Rose 