The end of the line, no more changes chances or extra turns no more thoughts of redemption last minute saves you used all the rope that you have been given used it up tying knots to keep yourself from falling but you keep slipping further and further behind you need to save face and do what …
Happy Endings are only the beginnings Only the beginning Only the beginning And getting to the beginning takes work lots and lots of work Just like what comes after. 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 novella, Blood Child …
I can, I can, I will start writing tonight. The hour is late and my mind is foggy, but I will, I will write something tonight profound and interesting it may even be Before my head hits the desk and my fingers forget their marks I will, I will write something tonight.
I was a broken girl tattered by the love you toss away Used my scars and tears to build myself Now the past is gone and you still live there calling of all my love obsession no that’s right and I would hate to miss quote you all my love was just a delusion a …
every time you see me you see the most beautiful me that there is and the most beautiful me that there will ever me and it is a gift that you give to me that I wish so much so very much to give back to you in a new ending loop of what love …
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 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
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, …
So many times before you danced in and out of my life making me laugh and dream a wacky creature from beyond the stars But the day I felt in love with you the day knew I would forever love you was the day you gave meaning to dreams and ripped pages out of books …
Raised a voice to heaven Crying why. why... must the clouds come to darken our hearts Sang and Sang until the song was right And then sang no more for the rest of the night.
Lucinda Rose 