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My name is Lucinda Price.
I just love to write! You will find if you read much of my work that I write in many genres; from the dark and shadowy, to the light and everything in between.

My goal has always been to reach people whom believe they are misunderstood

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Saying goodbye: 11 of 455
Letting go does not mean I don't careWith everything in our life that we have sharedLetting go means that I don't own your mistakesI will not be in control; high stakesYou are in control of this day, this one....It is time that my hands go down by my sideAnd you get a reality rideFor every mother knowsIt hurts to let goBut if... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: True feelings: 3 of 110
Before the Breaking Dawn*The fire that may burn some dayCaptures the mindLeaves me stepping slightly to the sideTo see a different perspectiveA different viewOf who I amWhat I stand to loseIf it is indeed a fire that is so brightThen why has it a delicacy tonightPassion would just not be rightIt is something held respectiveSo... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Inner struggles: 23 of 531
Eyes that are emptyI look in the glassThe color of sky blueBehind fearful and sadUnderneath, a mysteryAnd I don't have a clueWhat to do...Embers burn and sparkleInto the night so quietOh, the shadows they marvelThat's in the still riotSlipping away in the silenceCalling, whispering,bleeding though your life!In the midst of so... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Life's journey: 14 of 307
I fear the viper as he nears my pathAs birds steadily sing a song of frail annoyanceI see the viper I hear the viper slither across the grassAll my emotions are presently, instantly spentHe smells my fear, His natural instinct tells him to attackI slowly walk backwards with my knees buckled and bentThe viper quickly moves in ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Abstract poems: 31 of 576
Virgin Sky*Empathy falling like drops from a virgin skyIt is not for me to see, not mine eyeIt is a grass sowed by the lightIt is not seen by this world by day or nightIt is an undisturbed ocean where salt does not burnIt is a new earth that will forever turnWhere a word spoken will reach it's depth perceptionIt is divine tim... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Spiritual: 40 of 656
Every desert deserves a drop of rainDrops of essence of triumph of the skySo from the heart of desertion and painA rainbow forms from the tears you cryIt is never God's intention to suffer needlessly but with rewardIf we could see beyond our own peripheral horizon,I would not even care about the streets of gold;Nothing would ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Religious: 11 of 156
Brother*I must be mistakenTo think Heaven's gate you could have takenHow could any one person steal such a thing?They cannot it's beyond what you could bringYou see, you and I do not believe the same wayYou believe in a conformed religion that limits; I believe in everythingThere are reasons why each religion exists on this p... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Fulfillment: 1 of 14
You are so kindSo strongYour voice is soothingI could talk to youAll day longMy skies a putrid grayYou attemptTo save my graceAnd I realizeThe world I must faceAll the while I am caught up inThe magnificent spinAnd I don't know if I will winOr loseBut it's the avenue I chooseFor this road is sweetAs the dirt roads I have seen... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Pressure: 2 of 25
Judgments come fairly the underneath layDormant in a part of me seemingly to stayThere is nothing I can think that could penetrate the wall, now a fortressIs this where my true call was missed?There is no fear present but rather an inquiry to myselfThere is no anger; if there were I would have to be equally angry at myselfI r... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Feeling lost: 63 of 720
Many years ago I gave my all in absence of the sweetness of the nectarI was blinded; feasting on enough to satisfy but never truly indulgingWalls erected from the terrors of the soul that masked a smile at the dawn'swhisper of lightAnd days passed by holding me prisoner beneath the fortress, a tiny voiceinside of meYearning t... More..