Weird to have a warning for a 4-line poem about a coffee mug, but… if you are triggered by suicide, best to avoid this poem. Empty vessel, once full of life,Waiting, ready to be cleansed.Solid but useless without the drug,Nothing but darkness, time to end. Just a little something I wrote because of a visual prompt. A visual prompt is when you close your eyes, … Continue reading Elegy of the Coffee Mug
Shift, a Poem by Lucidity Lamb Continue reading Shift, a Poem
Find me in the sandstorm, my love, Eyes scratched out and blind. I am waiting here for you To come to your senses in time. We were meant to be together, Even my psychic agrees. My beautiful lover, I know, You will come someday to me. Remember the time we spoke Of dreams we each held fast? And you told me that you hated How … Continue reading Blind, a poem of obsession
Close Your Eyes If I thought my death might be a trigger To end some peace that you hold dear, Or that the world would stop spinning If I left you alone here, I might stay with you and forget The hollow feeling inside, But the waters unrelenting. The truth won’t be denied. I remember that day clearly, Every second ticking by, The realization in … Continue reading Close Your Eyes, a poem, a moment, a note
Find me in the sandstorm, my love, Eyes scratched out and blind. I am waiting here for you To come to your senses in time. We were meant to be together, Even my psychic agrees. My beautiful lover, I know, You will come someday to me. Remember the time we spoke Of dreams we each held fast? And you told me that you hated How … Continue reading Blind, a poem of obsession
I love how this cover turned out! I wasn’t sure… thought it might be too dark or dirty or unclear, but now that I see it in person… I love it! I’m so proud of this depressing little poetry book! Continue reading I Got My Copy!
Bridget floated, unafraid. Face up to the stars, awed by skies too full of pinpricks of light to be real. The living ocean waving up and down, gently. Slipping to her right. Sliding to her left in the dark. Drifting now and yearning to stay here and just sleep. Shadows shift below while feelings sink within her, raw. Beneath, her, thick-skinned and cold. Tail moving … Continue reading Shift, a Poem
Weird to have a warning for a 4-line poem about a coffee mug, but… if you are triggered by suicide, best to avoid this post. Empty vessel, once full of life, Waiting, ready to be cleansed. Solid but useless without the drug, Nothing but darkness, time to end. Just a little something I wrote because of a visual prompt. A visual prompt is when you … Continue reading Elegy of the Coffee Mug
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