High heels, high hopes dreams on an unsteady foundation like wearing stilettos for the first time everyone falls down and we all live to see the next day
Category: Poetry
Broken Beaches
The beach was broken. There wasn’t much of a shore to explore At least at first... Further on the path Around the bend And through a mangrove forest There was some sand for my toes. And waves to rinse away All the residue that has been clinging To every step I take, weighing down Thought, …
The day I really met you
So many times before you danced in and out of my life making me laugh and dream a wacky creature from beyond the stars But the day I felt in love with you the day knew I would forever love you was the day you gave meaning to dreams and ripped pages out of books …
A Lammas Song
Raised a voice to heaven Crying why. why... must the clouds come to darken our hearts Sang and Sang until the song was right And then sang no more for the rest of the night.
Reality
Perception is reality and Reality is perception And on our planet there are 7 billion 181 million realities functioning all at once. Everyone's just a little different than the next one down the line Everyone seeing the world in shades of gray to a rainbow colored Each bleeding into the other person's realm Some borders …
Comfort
Comfort found in the bottle isn't comfort all at or so they say and plead their case though looks and passing remarks Comfort found through lies and sweaty deeds isn't comfort all at so let me take the comfort that is honest after all, I can't lie to a bottle.
Twisted Up
Everything gets turned inside out by words and assumptions twisted right side wrong side striking like a knife leaving marks on hearts give me sticks and stones spare me words & their shallow intentions.
Moments
A simple word or two and all the pieces fall in place A simple word or two and everything is clear for a moment, a whisper. Everything seems possible And it is for a moment and a whisper which doesn't last forever but in that moment everything is clear the horizon seems just a bit …
Chance
Legs cut smooth by a razors edge Preparations for the potential of one lost kiss For one lost touch Gone in a moment regretted for half a life time
Lost
I took the road I thought I should take The road my parents took and liked The road of listening to the unspoken expectations of others I took the road and missed all exits all the signs directing me back to myself back to the person I was meant to be Then saw all lost …
Lucinda Rose 