I go by Lucienne,
Nothing long,
Nothing too complicated.
I am a student at current,
Finding ways to write at best
Even if it feels adlib-ed.
When it comes to words,
I lean onto poetry.
I wouldn’t say I’ve suffered greatly,
Not like Sylvia Plath.
Nor seen things as dark,
Not as Edgar Allan Poe would have.
Still,
I find meaning in the words I know.
The longer works,
Ones I read under the Dao trees
Sat under the leaf shades,
All so quietly sustained.
Each page lingered,
Each word failing to wither.
For me
The city lights shone bright,
The city lights glittered in my eyes.
More things to write about,
Oh, how I love living
With my head somewhere in the clouds.
Maybe for now,
"Lucienne” is just a sound,
One that I carry around
But maybe one day,
It will be something that astounds.
Apr 21
Apr 21, 2026 at 10:00 AM UTC
I go by Lucienne,
Nothing long,
Nothing too complicated.
I am a student at current,
Finding ways to write at best
Even if it feels adlib-ed.
When it comes to words,
I lean onto poetry.
I wouldn’t say I’ve suffered greatly,
Not like Sylvia Plath.
Nor seen things as dark,
Not as Edgar Allan Poe would have.
Still,
I find meaning in the words I know.
The longer works,
Ones I read under the Dao trees
Sat under the leaf shades,
All so quietly sustained.
Each page lingered,
Each word failing to wither.
For me
The city lights shone bright,
The city lights glittered in my eyes.
More things to write about,
Oh, how I love living
With my head somewhere in the clouds.
Maybe for now,
"Lucienne” is just a sound,
One that I carry around
But maybe one day,
It will be something that astounds.
'Tis I, Lucienne!
