History of Me
I took some pictures. Things I’ve seen a thousand times or more. If home is where my memories live, these are the things that the walls are made of. Continue reading History of Me
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.
Fences of Freedom
Friends, I have been rather stressed lately and dealing with some increased depression. But I went for a drive a few days ago and took some pictures looking out the window. It’s amazing how beautiful the world is, even if you can’t see it at first. I’ve been looking at these pictures today and realizing how gorgeous they are. But I noticed they all have … Continue reading Fences of Freedom
Pretty Purple Pause
This pretty purple pause brought to you by the people who work too hard, too long, for too little. Always remember that there is more to life than what you have planned, or even imagined. Continue reading Pretty Purple Pause
All That I Might, a poem
Morning comesAnd here I lie to myself,About my day.I’ll get things done,I have a plan to achieve,What i may.But I’m pretty clear,With honesty, I wont doAll that i plan.Ill end my day,Regretting that I had notTaken command.Perhaps i willPretend to go back in timeAnd do it right.Start again Right now, here. Get up. AchieveAll that I might. Continue reading All That I Might, a 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
Soon, My Love
Darkness calls like a lover, cold in our bed. I’d like to answer in decaying kind. The screams are shaking my skull but The silhouettes say, “Carry on”. The shadows meekly wax and wane. Peripherally, I see them loitering Lost Stygian feline, begging for the Scraps of my sanity, soul, and saline. She comes for me, the Crone in her shroud, Like a grandmother, like … Continue reading Soon, My Love
Verdant Lives, Afar
I am working. I am always working. Borrrrrring! Verily, it is so. Anyway… I’m not complaining really. Just once in a while you have to yell into the void, “I am fucking bored!” But also, one should never announce such malaise, as the universal power may be influenced into curing the mundane via the callous infliction of catastrophe. And so, I shall not shout, nor … Continue reading Verdant Lives, Afar
Be Kind, Be Honest, Be Brave
There is something I would like to say to people in my home country. Don’t be afraid to have a different opinion than your neighbors, family, and friends. The USA is based on the idea that we can get along without agreeing on everything. Freedom of speech means we can have open, honest discussions without fear of government reprisal. We should be kind though. We … Continue reading Be Kind, Be Honest, Be Brave
Cobblestones, Part 2
Cobblestones, Part 2 is posted!
“The girl asked, ‘What if life here, now, is not very good? What would keep unhappy people from just sort of … skipping ahead?'”
#LifeandDeath #StoryTime
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Cobblestones, Part 1
And she asked Sydney about death. “Do you fear death?” When Sydney did not respond, she continued. “Some say if you don’t fear death, you aren’t living well. But I don’t know. I know death is part of life, but still…” “Hmm,” Sydney considered. “I think there is nothing to fear about death,” Sydney said. Her brow furrowed. “Of course there is. Everyone fears death.” … Continue reading Cobblestones, Part 1
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