Up with the throbbing head again No wine to blame stumbled out the door into the world locking myself out meandered my way back in set to work putting things here and there walked the dog recycling to the bin errands ran dishes to the sink clothes to the hamper litter to the bin walked … Continue reading The Day with Verbs
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You are
You are something Unique in the universe Something valuable There is truth in this Believe or not believe You are something more than you and blessed in the universe.
The Good with the Bad
The day began with insomnia drifted into lateness and fell into despair One found dead, the news feed reads the reaper's prize at last sorrows grips friends still other silent cheer the end of the road two kids in a doctor's office sick with the flu two strangers cling to life victims of happenstance … Continue reading The Good with the Bad
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
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
High Heel Philosophy
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
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, … Continue reading Broken Beaches
It is
Love, they say should never hurt. Never make you cry or cut your soul, Maybe those that say it have never been in love, Cause love hurts and burns us so everyday Love cuts you so deep and fills you with so many desires You don’t know which way is up And which way to … Continue reading It is
Washing
I miss reading my poetry to you letting my words roll over you before they hit anyone else knowing that sharing them with you meant something to us both you said you loved me but there were so many things not working and the two things that keep my heart beating You and my work … Continue reading Washing
Another Momma Song
She gave me life, She never let me know how insane I was, Or made me grow mean instead of up, She still takes me to the dentist, And lets me get teddy bears to hold and cuddle, She laughs with me, and loves my friends, bears with my animals, She talks and cries with … Continue reading Another Momma Song
Lucinda Rose 