It is the knowing that hurts, cuts, and slices to the soul. It is my gift, my curse. This knowing before, a word or thought, is formed and delivered. It is the knowing the hurts, cuts, and slices to the soul.
Tag: poetry
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... ..
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.
In Closing the Year….
The journey that I began when I started this site has taken me into an arena that I never imagined was actually possible; writing a novel and getting my poetry out into the world. I have won two blog awards, entered and won my first writing contest. For a girl who subtitled her first handwritten …
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 …
The Solstice Sun Has Set
The Solstice Sun has set And my heart resides with you So on this Christmas morning, My heart belongs to you...
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 …
Now I pray….
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray my soul no longer weeps, If I dream before I wake, I pray my soul the Lord doth make, to fly free and high above the sorrows, To live and love for each tomorrow. *This is my own adaption of a common bedtime prayer; writing it …
Lucinda Rose 