Heartache pours out and doesn't ease or lessen the wound, Swearing to heaven for peace or just an end has no effect. And in the dark hours the heart craves just one sound, It's beloved to whom it is chained and bound, One moment to relieve the pain is desired, But never enough end to …
I lay down my sword All my weapons are yours I’m too tired to fight The battle never ends If you could see the way it is to me The way it wears and tears these mind games and power plays Eighteen years is too long to fight without victory in sight. Tired of fighting …
Every year since I began teaching, I have done something to celebrate National Poetry Month. This time around, I have a both a blog and a classroom. While I would love to say that I have taken up the challenge to write 30 poems in 30 days, I just don't feel like I can do …
May unhappiness breed is your evil heart May mirror always show your true face May you came to know the evil you’ve done All this I wish for you Your betrayal of love shall be forgiven Once the price has been met.
Review of The Hero Always Wins by Robert Eaton Never judge a book by its cover or by a really quick glance; initially the cover of Hero Always Wins reminded me of a romance novel, which is why it languished so long on the reading list. Oh, how wrong I was. It was the perfect …
For the last week or so, my fellow teaching diva, Lisa, as been bugging me to go out with a friend of her's; a nice young man just looking to go out and have some fun. On the surface, it is what I am looking for, but I am not ready.. not ready to open …
Desire opens doors that logic locks And feeds on needs unmet Risking the sacred for moments of sweet sweaty satisfaction
Dear Cancer, Tonight I found out that you are killing another friend of mine; draining his life away before the eyes of his loved ones. His spirit is tired and just wants to rest; sleep however, offers little relief. Life keeps moving on at a normal pace, but now thanks to you it exhausts him …
It has been a long time since a book has held me captive, curled and cuddled beneath my covers until its pages were through with my mind. Dusk and Summer by Joesph A. Pinto kept me prisoner this afternoon while I hungrily devoured every last sentence down to the final period. The novella published by …
I am an imperfect being . Swift to anger ..Slow to forget Passionate about oddities .others disdain Unable to gasp fully . hate, ignorance and foolish pride. Yet guilty of them all Blessed and Cursed I live my life Walking between reality and dreams Content to be an imperfect being.
Lucinda Rose 