Submissions by idolwords (Lacey Ann)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Cats,tea,and things.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Jan 2012 7:05pm
8th Jan 2012 7:05pm
This Place
We live in a world
Where eating disorders become out friends.
Scars make up our bodies,
And substances become our vital organs.
Ever tasted candy kid?
You wish you were as cool as us.
Drowning ourselves in our own destruction.
Digesting the sins of our for fathers,
Just to have a little taste of reality,
Rather what we think it should look like.
Because we’re cool.
Yeah man,reeeaaal cool.
Smooth like ice tea.
Quick like snails.
Suppressing our little suicidal thoughts
In spinning vortexes of merahz
Through a...
Where eating disorders become out friends.
Scars make up our bodies,
And substances become our vital organs.
Ever tasted candy kid?
You wish you were as cool as us.
Drowning ourselves in our own destruction.
Digesting the sins of our for fathers,
Just to have a little taste of reality,
Rather what we think it should look like.
Because we’re cool.
Yeah man,reeeaaal cool.
Smooth like ice tea.
Quick like snails.
Suppressing our little suicidal thoughts
In spinning vortexes of merahz
Through a...
749 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Jan 2012 7:04pm
8th Jan 2012 7:04pm
I don't know....
I don’t know why I love you.
I don’t know why I care.
I just don’t understand it all and honestly it isn’t fair.
I wish I could stop fucking up and creating quite a mess.
I have never felt so much loneliness.
You once told I was humane and now I’m not so convinced my Dear.
I remember the way you ran your fingers through my hair.
Told me I was beautiful and there was nothing left to fear.
You took my hand and caressed my cheek.
Kissed me goodnight and wished me a peaceful sleep.
I don’t know why I care.
I just don’t understand it all and honestly it isn’t fair.
I wish I could stop fucking up and creating quite a mess.
I have never felt so much loneliness.
You once told I was humane and now I’m not so convinced my Dear.
I remember the way you ran your fingers through my hair.
Told me I was beautiful and there was nothing left to fear.
You took my hand and caressed my cheek.
Kissed me goodnight and wished me a peaceful sleep.
710 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Jan 2012 4:33am
8th Jan 2012 4:33am
Our World
We live in a world where children give up their religion just to fit in
Where mothers cry for their babies wondering if they’ll live to see 16.
Growing up on the streets is the only way to live.
You have to be dependant on drugs in order to get by.
Some children will never make it to college,
They will never understand what it means to be alive,
Some will never make it through to the next day.
All because they give up.
All because they never had a choice.
All because they couldn’t fight.
(I could really use some help with this,please and thank...
Where mothers cry for their babies wondering if they’ll live to see 16.
Growing up on the streets is the only way to live.
You have to be dependant on drugs in order to get by.
Some children will never make it to college,
They will never understand what it means to be alive,
Some will never make it through to the next day.
All because they give up.
All because they never had a choice.
All because they couldn’t fight.
(I could really use some help with this,please and thank...
726 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Jan 2012 4:18am
8th Jan 2012 4:18am
Six Words
Cold hearted Christian prays for paitence.
674 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2012 4:23pm
2nd Jan 2012 4:23pm
Kissing Walls
I kissed walls
and made love out under the stars.
and made love out under the stars.
744 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Dec 2011 8:28pm
27th Dec 2011 8:28pm
Caged Bird
I need to breath
like a caged bird
who only sings at
it's masters will.
like a caged bird
who only sings at
it's masters will.
711 reads
6 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
30th Nov 2011 11:46pm
30th Nov 2011 11:46pm
What do I want to do?
What do I want to do?
Chop of my left leg
So I don’t have to keep walking
Around like a cripple.
Make one more mark on my flesh
Deep enough to scratch a message
To my bones.
Burn out these petrified thoughts
That flourish my body.
Scarp out what is left of me.
Consume all that is within me.
Get rid of these organs,
Stop myself from breathing any further.
Uttering any words
That manage to escape with whatever
Puff of breath I have left
Instilled in me.
Chop of my left leg
So I don’t have to keep walking
Around like a cripple.
Make one more mark on my flesh
Deep enough to scratch a message
To my bones.
Burn out these petrified thoughts
That flourish my body.
Scarp out what is left of me.
Consume all that is within me.
Get rid of these organs,
Stop myself from breathing any further.
Uttering any words
That manage to escape with whatever
Puff of breath I have left
Instilled in me.
783 reads
6 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
30th Nov 2011 3:15pm
30th Nov 2011 3:15pm
Indulging Pleasure
Food is my enemy,
she makes my stomach drop
and my knees weak
When I consume her
it's like acid running through
my system washing away the
insides that make me whole.
This river of madness within
me is suppose to make me better,
but I don't want her.
She keeps calling to me in the middle of the night
beckoning me to consume her every breath.
The way she slides her fingers from my neck
down to my stomach,making me shiver in anguish
at the touch of her cold,clammy,beckoning hands.
I know what she wants with me,wants to do with me....
she makes my stomach drop
and my knees weak
When I consume her
it's like acid running through
my system washing away the
insides that make me whole.
This river of madness within
me is suppose to make me better,
but I don't want her.
She keeps calling to me in the middle of the night
beckoning me to consume her every breath.
The way she slides her fingers from my neck
down to my stomach,making me shiver in anguish
at the touch of her cold,clammy,beckoning hands.
I know what she wants with me,wants to do with me....
938 reads
2 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2011 3:22pm
23rd Nov 2011 3:22pm
Oppressed Metaphor
I am a judgemental sphere of hoplessness
sprialing down the barriers of hope
in reguards to finding something new.
With paper back edges ripping through
my spinal cord to envelop my soul set in reguards
to set free the cage bird,possed by mirrored images
that plauge a nations solitude,oppressed
by thine own founding fathers.
Have you ever layed a hand?
I bet you have.
Reaching up towards the heavens in a search
to caress the Starladys atmosphereic face,while
she rains desolate teardrops on your miserable planet.
Have you ever heard a planet...
sprialing down the barriers of hope
in reguards to finding something new.
With paper back edges ripping through
my spinal cord to envelop my soul set in reguards
to set free the cage bird,possed by mirrored images
that plauge a nations solitude,oppressed
by thine own founding fathers.
Have you ever layed a hand?
I bet you have.
Reaching up towards the heavens in a search
to caress the Starladys atmosphereic face,while
she rains desolate teardrops on your miserable planet.
Have you ever heard a planet...
947 reads
0 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
21st Nov 2011 1:01am
21st Nov 2011 1:01am
I am...
I am Separation of Powers.
I wonder if we can bring out parties together in solidarity of unification.
I hear the cries of a divided nation shouting out to one another in fury and in frustration.
I see a country divided by political dilutions, masking the future that is to come.
I want a unification that only Jesus would seek.
I am Separation of Powers.
I pretend our political powers are unified as one.
I feel an anxeital wave of emotion.
I touch the simplistic, plastic minds of our political (monsters) “leaders”.
I worry that this nation will stay...
I wonder if we can bring out parties together in solidarity of unification.
I hear the cries of a divided nation shouting out to one another in fury and in frustration.
I see a country divided by political dilutions, masking the future that is to come.
I want a unification that only Jesus would seek.
I am Separation of Powers.
I pretend our political powers are unified as one.
I feel an anxeital wave of emotion.
I touch the simplistic, plastic minds of our political (monsters) “leaders”.
I worry that this nation will stay...
870 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Nov 2011 2:58am
7th Nov 2011 2:58am
Test Tube
I am not a test subject.
Not some social experiment
festering away in some test tube,
waiting to be examined like an
animal trapped in a zoo, out on
display for all of humanity to
lay their eyes upon.
I am a metamorphosis of life,inhaling
the fragment of today and forging
the triumphs of tomorrow.
I refuse to be locked up and
put away.
Tossed on the side of the highway,
like a piece of trash.
I am a living breathing specimen.
One you can't handle.
Not some social experiment
festering away in some test tube,
waiting to be examined like an
animal trapped in a zoo, out on
display for all of humanity to
lay their eyes upon.
I am a metamorphosis of life,inhaling
the fragment of today and forging
the triumphs of tomorrow.
I refuse to be locked up and
put away.
Tossed on the side of the highway,
like a piece of trash.
I am a living breathing specimen.
One you can't handle.
948 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th Nov 2011 2:08am
7th Nov 2011 2:08am
Monster
Outside I am a calm,
living,breathing,non-anxietol rushed
Scandinavian bread human being.
But underneath
I can feel my body changing.
My flesh is decaying,
My claws are growing,
and my bones morphing.
My insides are festering and morphing.
I have sharp,jagged glass
pieces in my mouth
where my teeth use to be.
My neck begins to stretch,
twist,and turn.
Scales begin to take over
my face,legs,and arms.
A shiny beak replaces my nose
and lips.
This is what I am.
This is what I have become.
A monster.
...
living,breathing,non-anxietol rushed
Scandinavian bread human being.
But underneath
I can feel my body changing.
My flesh is decaying,
My claws are growing,
and my bones morphing.
My insides are festering and morphing.
I have sharp,jagged glass
pieces in my mouth
where my teeth use to be.
My neck begins to stretch,
twist,and turn.
Scales begin to take over
my face,legs,and arms.
A shiny beak replaces my nose
and lips.
This is what I am.
This is what I have become.
A monster.
...
771 reads
2 Comments
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