Submissions by LacidAtR
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I never talked much as a kid and now i’m older with much to say no one to say it too, so things are still quiet. i put the words on paper where they’re presented, so you can look but no one needs to hear them. much can be said and still there is silen
SELF POEM
Published
7th Aug 2019 11:32pm
7th Aug 2019 11:32pm
Loyal Customer
I can’t help you if you don’t want to help yourself, and I can’t sell you something you don’t want.
I won’t sweeten the deal, it is what it is.
If you know what you’re looking for you’ll find it.
My business is my life, and I’ll never go out of it.
It’s nice if you show gratitude, leave a tip.
I won’t sweeten the deal, it is what it is.
If you know what you’re looking for you’ll find it.
My business is my life, and I’ll never go out of it.
It’s nice if you show gratitude, leave a tip.
#relationships
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Aug 2019 7:42pm
6th Aug 2019 7:42pm
Empty Calories
You’re like a word without definition, meaningless.
Like a scar without ever feeling the pain.
Like distress in your dress, and you’ve never fallen.
You want to fashion up like a doll face.
I ask you, “but who’s wearing it?”.
You can sugar coat it all you want, saturate the health under it.
Cover photo’s all glam, and no story behind it.
A book and what’s to learn from it?
Dull teeth, being pointless will never cut it.
Like a scar without ever feeling the pain.
Like distress in your dress, and you’ve never fallen.
You want to fashion up like a doll face.
I ask you, “but who’s wearing it?”.
You can sugar coat it all you want, saturate the health under it.
Cover photo’s all glam, and no story behind it.
A book and what’s to learn from it?
Dull teeth, being pointless will never cut it.
#culture
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Aug 2019 8:54am
6th Aug 2019 8:54am
The last one with that name.
I have much to share but it seems it’s just me who cares.
So much water poured to just evaporate. It never absorbed, wasted and spilled, the ignorance.
Time like money spent, investment that lost value.
You’ve hardened like a rock through the years.
Like cracked paint, like oil to water, so did the polish.
Soil that has turned into mud, why?
You never tried for the better, rather live in the lies, the complacent.
You rather forget your days in all the jive.
I told you not to have any regrets.
Don’t abuse your spirit.
I know i couldn’t sit at...
So much water poured to just evaporate. It never absorbed, wasted and spilled, the ignorance.
Time like money spent, investment that lost value.
You’ve hardened like a rock through the years.
Like cracked paint, like oil to water, so did the polish.
Soil that has turned into mud, why?
You never tried for the better, rather live in the lies, the complacent.
You rather forget your days in all the jive.
I told you not to have any regrets.
Don’t abuse your spirit.
I know i couldn’t sit at...
#relationships
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1 Comment
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
6th Aug 2019 3:27am
6th Aug 2019 3:27am
Pisces
I’m from a place where all things connect.
Ink, what all words and shapes are made up of, the night sky.
I’m pure like the silence and clean like the television unplugged, blank.
The deep space, you can’t see it, you can’t hear it.
What you look for when you feel empty, melancholia.
The substance, when nothing matters.
What you use to feel when you're dead inside, the alcohol and drugs.
What you use to not feel, the pain when you’re alive.
When everything melts, you lose yourself in this place that is all one world. ...
Ink, what all words and shapes are made up of, the night sky.
I’m pure like the silence and clean like the television unplugged, blank.
The deep space, you can’t see it, you can’t hear it.
What you look for when you feel empty, melancholia.
The substance, when nothing matters.
What you use to feel when you're dead inside, the alcohol and drugs.
What you use to not feel, the pain when you’re alive.
When everything melts, you lose yourself in this place that is all one world. ...
#astrology
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
5th Aug 2019 5:03pm
5th Aug 2019 5:03pm
Kendra Process
There’s a cognition.
It’s positioned where creation pours.
Like light, you’re projected.
Like twilight through your eyes, the sky.
Your expression hits me like light to the wall, the land.
Reflection, the heat and what it spells.
I read it, and the context is heard and felt, a blossom.
Cohesion, the mirror when you pass through me.
It’s positioned where creation pours.
Like light, you’re projected.
Like twilight through your eyes, the sky.
Your expression hits me like light to the wall, the land.
Reflection, the heat and what it spells.
I read it, and the context is heard and felt, a blossom.
Cohesion, the mirror when you pass through me.
#philosophical
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Aug 2019 00:28am
5th Aug 2019 00:28am
Admit It
I’m on a blank canvas, I’m a formulation that hasn’t reached conclusion.
The it, and when you think about it.
I’m a rubics cube in the mix, seeking completion, the thought.
I’m the guts of a creature.
I’m caught in the words waiting to connect, make the point, the dot, sentenced.
Fit the description of the message, when the colors line up.
The combination like factors, match the answer.
Match the pace, synchronize, parallel.
The labor of the session, all that has come and gone, what it’s all for.
The reason, what’s there to know?
What...
The it, and when you think about it.
I’m a rubics cube in the mix, seeking completion, the thought.
I’m the guts of a creature.
I’m caught in the words waiting to connect, make the point, the dot, sentenced.
Fit the description of the message, when the colors line up.
The combination like factors, match the answer.
Match the pace, synchronize, parallel.
The labor of the session, all that has come and gone, what it’s all for.
The reason, what’s there to know?
What...
#LifeChangingMoment
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
4th Aug 2019 10:33pm
4th Aug 2019 10:33pm
From Scientology to Sidewalk Jesus
I’ve visited scientologist and they said I’m cold blooded and heartless.
Yet they never told me why.
If you met me face to face like the preachers on Hollywood blvd and asked me what gift i’d like from god, it wouldn’t be for just me.
How selfish?
If I asked you to clean the filth left in the water around the world so we can all bathe, drink and cook our meals.
How savage?
Cut the jive, faulty conclusions and you want me to subscribe with 50$.
Con artist, it’s not a deal, it’s not a service.
To help others don’t place a barrier if you care. ...
Yet they never told me why.
If you met me face to face like the preachers on Hollywood blvd and asked me what gift i’d like from god, it wouldn’t be for just me.
How selfish?
If I asked you to clean the filth left in the water around the world so we can all bathe, drink and cook our meals.
How savage?
Cut the jive, faulty conclusions and you want me to subscribe with 50$.
Con artist, it’s not a deal, it’s not a service.
To help others don’t place a barrier if you care. ...
#religion
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1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
4th Aug 2019 4:21pm
4th Aug 2019 4:21pm
Saturn’s Return
It’s been 28 years in the making.
From 6/26/1991 to 1/24/2020, that new moon in Capricorn, I’m waiting.
Clinging to the clockwork of it’s creation,
like sticking my hand in the spinning blade.
It hurts, I’m still complaining, I’m healing.
Shaping the man inside me, why it’s all happening.
When the world around me feels like a sun, and the incite that’s born inside me grows.
When it shadow casts me away from the stagnant.
When it’s the only thing receptive to the information, the change necessary, not the complacent.
When you climb the tower...
From 6/26/1991 to 1/24/2020, that new moon in Capricorn, I’m waiting.
Clinging to the clockwork of it’s creation,
like sticking my hand in the spinning blade.
It hurts, I’m still complaining, I’m healing.
Shaping the man inside me, why it’s all happening.
When the world around me feels like a sun, and the incite that’s born inside me grows.
When it shadow casts me away from the stagnant.
When it’s the only thing receptive to the information, the change necessary, not the complacent.
When you climb the tower...
#astrology
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