Random Funny Memes
None of these are mine. I just wanted a laugh and thought I would share some the funny memes I have seen over the last several years. ENJOY! Which one is your favorite? Continue reading Random Funny Memes
Author: Lucidity Lamb
Lucidity Lamb was born and raised in New England, shoveling snow and cheering for the Red Sox. Half a life later, she lives in Florida with her husband, a veteran who encourages her to live in the moment. She tends to be intentionally positive to counteract her natural tendency toward depression and anxiety. Poetry, music, and storytelling have always been Luci's most comfortable ways of communicating.
In an effort to “succeed” in the world, Luci earned a degree in Biology and an MBA, but success has a funny way of redefining itself along the way. While her career is primarily driven by structure and regulation, she pours her creativity, melancholy, morbid humor, and hope into her art. She published her first poetry chapbook in January of 2021 and is currently working on her second collection. You can connect with her at twitter.com/LucidityLamb and www.patreon.com/LucidityLamb.
Sunrays Like Rivers, a poetic wish
There is a wood with no beginning. Glad am I, to see it spread above me now, canopy thinning. I wish that I may find the end. I could rise like birds from ashes, or carried by twisting winds. I would melt into the ether, finally living out my end. If desire and desperation could reality impart, I would ride sunrays like rivers, freedom lightening … Continue reading Sunrays Like Rivers, a poetic wish
Loneliness Epidemic, a poem and meditation
The neglected old, the imprisoned innocent, the once-loved, and the never-loved. People are forgotten every day. Loneliness Epidemic In the cages, silent sit, The doomed and ancient, Credence stripped. The tireless dead echo their pain, Commiserating In dismay. From without, I see within, But cannot lift a Hand to win Back the lives they’ll unjustly lose, Unloved, abandoned, and abused. I meant for this post … Continue reading Loneliness Epidemic, a poem and meditation
Jenny and Margie, a busted up tale
A Tale of Jenny and Margie Let me tell you about Jenny, just a little tale I heard. How the best of intentions don’t make a difference in the world when you’re half drunk and half dead and up since last Thursday. I can’t tell you how she got there – it’s illegal, but don’t worry. She made a decision to change things, so never … Continue reading Jenny and Margie, a busted up tale
Earned, a poem of truth
Reciprocity is a blade-handled knife. Unexpected, undenied. We each grab at pain and thrust at our equal, Knowing we too deserve what we give. When I rise, dreams wasted hence, I hope to earn what I have spent. You take it all and weep with the angels. Bleeding, I wonder which one of us fell. And when I land beyond the veil, I can but … Continue reading Earned, a poem of truth
Still, Alone, a poem of the dead
Friendly neighbor, Lush lips loose. Secrets of lovers, Threats of truth. Press me facedown, Nearly dead. Withhold my life with Garrote thread. Give me freedom From our woes. Leave me chilling, Still, alone. Continue reading Still, Alone, a poem of the dead
The Bulbous Beast of Castle Boudoir
The Bulbous Beast of Castle Boudoir, Blamed me for the curse upon its head. Never will I forget the terror and Wreckage left ‘neath its pounding tread. I fled into the mountain’s mystery, Curtained beneath the broken stone. But it found me shaking in shadow, Revealed by the serpent’s clone. Howled, did I, and screeched, did it, As it trapped me beneath its towering form. … Continue reading The Bulbous Beast of Castle Boudoir
Move
I love to move, with the air floating ‘round me like time. I love to dance, in the water, in the raspberry sky. I love to fly, in the motion of a storm’s tidal peaks. I love to live, in the dreams where I’m more than I think. Continue reading Move
Boredom, Trapped, a relatable poem
I wrote this one a couple years ago. Anyone relate? Boredom, Trapped Watching crime and Listening to stories, NCIS and Autobiographies, Self-help podcasts And anime toons, Wish there was something More fun to do. Been safe inside for nigh on a year. My god, I’ve got to Get out of here. Continue reading Boredom, Trapped, a relatable poem
Blind, a poem of obsession
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
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