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?'”
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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.
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
Depressed, but still kicking
Friends, I am told I might be worrying some of you… Continue reading Depressed, but still kicking
Close Your Eyes, a poem, a moment, a note
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
Soggy Coffin Throne, a poem to drown by
Soggy Coffin Throne Quietly considering her own mortality, She feels salty water rise. Should she stay sitting, Half buried by crushed seashells, Rocks and bones and sand, Chilly air will be replaced by The unbreathable reality Of her soggy coffin throne As the ocean’s ticking clock Strikes high tide. Continue reading Soggy Coffin Throne, a poem to drown by
Wearing My Will
I have been told my whole life that I don’t have style. They were wrong. If their goal was to beat me down until my wardrobe was completely full of things that are boring, or that don’t feel like they are mine, they were successful. I gave up slowly. I tried to wear fashionable things but was told I didn’t look good in them. I … Continue reading Wearing My Will
Breathe Deep, A One-Breath Meditation
Breathe. Deeper. Fill your lungs, then use your stomach, your diaphragm to purposefully continue filling your body with as much air as it can hold. Take a moment to realize how much extra air you can inhale beyond your usual, weaker breaths. As you slowly exhale, allow your body to relax. Once you feel you have exhaled enough, keep going. Use your diaphragm once more … Continue reading Breathe Deep, A One-Breath Meditation
Build
If you build it, Some will come to see. Some will come to mock. Some will come to worship. Some will come to knock it down. If you build it, Build it in your own style. Build it with confidence. Build it with inspiration. Build it solid and strong. If you build it,Let it grow from you.Let it be your everything.Let it represent your heart.Let … Continue reading Build
Letter of Webs, their unread poem
Letter of Webs There is a pain In Jules’ straw-strewn head, Like spiders spinning Neurons into webs. . They sat and weaved Words from dreams and fears. Saline bleeding Arterial tears. . They filled the letter With what was held back before. Used wit, poise and humor, To darkest secrets adorn. . Sins threaded like silk through Tiny needles pull knots. Thoughts spinning, screaming, Are … Continue reading Letter of Webs, their unread poem
Cannot Stay, a story poem
The old man whispered from the dark, Shadows hiding his intent. He urged the youth to embark. With palsied voice, hear what he said. – “Come you to the water’s edge. Come you to the line of trees. Come you step beyond the hedge. Think you ready now to leave. – “Grown men dream of freedom lost. Women of their wildest days. Boys they wish … Continue reading Cannot Stay, a story poem
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