Thank you for continuing to patronize this site in my absence. In the last two weeks, I have ended a long term relationship and moved into a place of my own again. It was a hard step to make, but a necessary one. Sometimes even when you love someone it isn't meant to be a …
Tag: loss
Heart Aches…..
My heart aches and twists when we are apart, a lover's dilemma and the heart's lament, The distance between us an artificial wall, called circumstance... placing you here and me there and someone else in your bed.
Fire Water
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..
All I want to do
All I want to do is remember remember the way it was And forget the way it is... ..
Sense and Sensibility without Sea Monsters
As my first unabridged, non-zombie version of a Jane Austen novel, Sense and Sensibility has taken a firm hold of my mind. It didn't let go last night until around 1:30 in the morning. My eyes simply gave out, not my desire to read. The tale follows the lives of two sisters after the death of …
The Eyes of Man
There's something that lies inside, as seen through the eyes of man Unto the soul. A raging fire or a calming mist as seen through the eyes of man.
Blank Page
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 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 …
P.S. A New Poem
*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 …
A Heart At Half-Mast
In 1994, I was a scared, shy and wholly naive girl when I entered VA Tech as a freshman. My parents dropped me off and then quickly departed to make the five hour journey home. My years wandering through the castle like buildings would be spend learning more than just academics. I grew into a …
Lucinda Rose 