Fire water fuels waiting demons waiting for release,waiting to attack and deny, deny you sanity love and companionship dredging anger, venom from all the places where you shove it Cramming vile & grotesque thoughts fermented perfectly with that one last beer..
Two weeks, I began two more jobs. I already had two... well besides writing. Monday nights, I am reading tarot at a local bar and Tuesday I am tending the same bar. Both of the new financial opportunities were the result of a good friend needing help and me needing cash. Maybe I am crazy …
The page went blank a couple of moments ago; all my precious thoughts disappeared. The words that I was trying to craft were lost. They could have been retrieved. When they blinked out of existence I could have clicked undo and restored them. I didn't. I stopped myself. I just stared into the blankness and realized …
A shot in the night A prayer to the heavens seemingly unanswered. <> Upon the Night He did pray <> "Understanding" he did cry <> A shot in Night And All that was Is Gone **I woke this poem in the tenth grade after my English teacher showed The Dead Poet Society; not a word …
*Normally, I would place notes at the end of the poem, but this is one that I wrote when I was in the sixth or seventh grade. Sharing it is a bit scary. I made only minor changes to it here. Looking back through the poems that I have written over the years is a …
Each year between Samhain (The Celtic New Year) and New Year's Eve, I make a list of goals for the next year. I think of it has my trial period between the old and new year. A time of reflection. The list is mix of practical and intangible items. No matter how I craft the …
Leaves like Lovers fall by the wayside, Years and dreams melt away, Slowly, very slowly, you begin to count, every breath, every moment, every day. <> Bewildered by where the time went, a fruitless cycle begins wishing for just one more, one more this or that, one more chance to change, to fix that one …
Heaven for me at times is being surrounded by books. The knowledge contained in them is not power, but empowerment. In school, I was never popular; always too shy to be out there making friends and memories. The most daring thing I did in those days was go into D.C. one night. There was a …
Today, I turn thirty-five years old. The parochial school that I attended as a teenager had the motto “Grow in Faith and Wisdom”. It has been my motto since those days of uncertainly. Those days when I thought I knew who I was; only to be torn down again and again. This year, I stop; …
Continue reading Another Year Older and Deeper in Wisdom…I hope…
Smiles and winks, Lust and desire mingle, Sometimes bearing a child, called love...
Lucinda Rose 