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.
A Note Before The New Year
A lot of awesome things have happened this year. And some not so awesome. It's the Saturday before Christmas and the only decoration up at my house is a Darth Vader door knocker that I found at the dollar store. just haven't felt like making the drive to storage to get everything. And I am … Continue reading A Note Before The New Year
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 … Continue reading
Write Something
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.
Casting Off
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 … Continue reading Casting Off
My Promise
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 … Continue reading My Promise
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
Lucinda Rose 