Submissions by idolwords (Lacey Ann)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Cats,tea,and things.
ANGER POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2011 1:10am
22nd Sep 2011 1:10am
f**k You! Soceity.
I’m me.
Just leave me the fuck alone.
I don’t care what you think.
Got it?
No you don’t, because
You’re still trying to cram
Your own selfish thoughts
Into me ,of whom
You think I should be.
I’m still just a kid.
Get that through your head.
No I don’t want your deathsticks or
You’re consuming, killing cancer.
No I don’t want your drugs.
No I don’t want your alcohol
No I don’t want your sex.
Hey society!
I’ve got a few words for you.
Fuck you.
Screw you.
I refuse to be your bitch
All, because you think that...
Just leave me the fuck alone.
I don’t care what you think.
Got it?
No you don’t, because
You’re still trying to cram
Your own selfish thoughts
Into me ,of whom
You think I should be.
I’m still just a kid.
Get that through your head.
No I don’t want your deathsticks or
You’re consuming, killing cancer.
No I don’t want your drugs.
No I don’t want your alcohol
No I don’t want your sex.
Hey society!
I’ve got a few words for you.
Fuck you.
Screw you.
I refuse to be your bitch
All, because you think that...
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DARK POEM
Published
20th Sep 2011 00:53am
20th Sep 2011 00:53am
I shot a man once
I shot a man once,
all,because I thought he
was pretty and didn't
deserve to live.
Years later
and I can still recall
his screams in my head
as they play over and over
again.
I shot a girl once,
all,because she
was yellin' at her Mama.
I didn't like that,
so I shot her.
Two bullets to the chest.
One bullet in the mouth,
and three to the stomich.
I shot a women once,
all,because she sneezed at the
Rock Doves and yelled at them to go away.
It made me upset.
So I shot her in the head ...
all,because I thought he
was pretty and didn't
deserve to live.
Years later
and I can still recall
his screams in my head
as they play over and over
again.
I shot a girl once,
all,because she
was yellin' at her Mama.
I didn't like that,
so I shot her.
Two bullets to the chest.
One bullet in the mouth,
and three to the stomich.
I shot a women once,
all,because she sneezed at the
Rock Doves and yelled at them to go away.
It made me upset.
So I shot her in the head ...
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ANGER POEM
Published
20th Sep 2011 00:33am
20th Sep 2011 00:33am
3 Weeks(f**k you)
3 weeks in
and I'm already
stressed.
I have this paper
that I can not possibly wright.
It dosen't make any sense to me.
There's this screaming monster
that beckens me in the moonlight.
The nightmares are starting again.
I've wanted to chop my hands off so
many times.
Rip my hair out of head.
Pull my eyeballs out of their sockets.
I'm tired of the screaming car rides
to the safe heaven I call home,but
then there family junk left to endure.
I'm tired of the way you treat mom.
Fuck she made us pizzia and all
you did was...
and I'm already
stressed.
I have this paper
that I can not possibly wright.
It dosen't make any sense to me.
There's this screaming monster
that beckens me in the moonlight.
The nightmares are starting again.
I've wanted to chop my hands off so
many times.
Rip my hair out of head.
Pull my eyeballs out of their sockets.
I'm tired of the screaming car rides
to the safe heaven I call home,but
then there family junk left to endure.
I'm tired of the way you treat mom.
Fuck she made us pizzia and all
you did was...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Sep 2011 1:06am
12th Sep 2011 1:06am
I get it all now.
I get it all now.
Why the walls are shaped the way that they.
Twisting and turning themselves,taking
Forms unseen to the naked eye.Appearing
As WILD IMAGES with claws,scales,flesh, and blood
Take form in shapes that are mind projects to the outside world.
Why things go bump in the night
And you think that you are slowly…slowly…slowly
Losing your mind,because I mean
You must be?
Or is it all just a figment of your child like mind
That plagues you each night as you twist and turn
In the sheets of a forgotten lover who taunts your
Ever waking...
Why the walls are shaped the way that they.
Twisting and turning themselves,taking
Forms unseen to the naked eye.Appearing
As WILD IMAGES with claws,scales,flesh, and blood
Take form in shapes that are mind projects to the outside world.
Why things go bump in the night
And you think that you are slowly…slowly…slowly
Losing your mind,because I mean
You must be?
Or is it all just a figment of your child like mind
That plagues you each night as you twist and turn
In the sheets of a forgotten lover who taunts your
Ever waking...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Sep 2011 1:02am
12th Sep 2011 1:02am
Don't ask.
Writers crave experience.
Anne craves my soul.
God gave Noah a boat.
It doesn't make sense and I don't care.I think it's beautiful.
Anne craves my soul.
God gave Noah a boat.
It doesn't make sense and I don't care.I think it's beautiful.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Sep 2011 7:28pm
5th Sep 2011 7:28pm
An old soilder never forgets
An old solider never forgets.”
…Or so they say,
But I have forgotten what it means to be free
To feel the wind at my back and the hot sweat
Trickling down my sun beaten face,
Waiting for the next battle.
I can still hear the screams ringing in my head
Of my fallen comrades before me.
The blood curdling cries never cease to stop
Even when I’m laying in my bed,many years later.
The way the ground trembled through my porcelain body
Like a record stuck on “Repeat,Repeat,Repeat…”
When some solider slid their finger around the...
…Or so they say,
But I have forgotten what it means to be free
To feel the wind at my back and the hot sweat
Trickling down my sun beaten face,
Waiting for the next battle.
I can still hear the screams ringing in my head
Of my fallen comrades before me.
The blood curdling cries never cease to stop
Even when I’m laying in my bed,many years later.
The way the ground trembled through my porcelain body
Like a record stuck on “Repeat,Repeat,Repeat…”
When some solider slid their finger around the...
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DARK POEM
Published
4th Sep 2011 6:48am
4th Sep 2011 6:48am
The Monsters
Sometimes I lie there on the floor and think
“If I lay still enough,they won’t see me.”
Those monsters
Up there,with their grimy faces,drooling mouths,scaly bodies
Looking for something to sink their teeth into,pull apart with claws.
I lay as still dead people,whom I’m sure are turning in their graves
This very moment.
I can hear them screaming at me to join them.
I don’t want too,but I don’t have the energy to fight what will be my ending.
I know they need one more body to fill the empty holes.
One more doll for their collection.
One less digit on...
“If I lay still enough,they won’t see me.”
Those monsters
Up there,with their grimy faces,drooling mouths,scaly bodies
Looking for something to sink their teeth into,pull apart with claws.
I lay as still dead people,whom I’m sure are turning in their graves
This very moment.
I can hear them screaming at me to join them.
I don’t want too,but I don’t have the energy to fight what will be my ending.
I know they need one more body to fill the empty holes.
One more doll for their collection.
One less digit on...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
4th Sep 2011 6:03am
4th Sep 2011 6:03am
Anne comsumed this girl I knew...
When I was in sixth grade I had a friend named Emi. She was two years older than me and in eighth grade. Emi was about 5’ 5”-5’ 6” with natural chocolate brown hair and she had a very natural slender build. Her face was very Irish looking and she had the most beautiful smile. She had these cosmic eyes that I had never ever seen before, it’s like you could almost get lost in them, like there was something deeper below the surface than what was seen on the outside. Because she and I did not live very close to each other and both of us went to two different schools we would email back and forth...
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2011 4:05pm
3rd Sep 2011 4:05pm
Week Days
Mondays I'm okay.
Tuesdays I self loath and cry.
Wednesdays I feel like an artist.
Thursdays I want to lay in fields
and find my Indie Soul sister.
Fridays I'ma Wild Child.
Saturdays I'm flexible.
Sundays I'm perplexed and wait to start
the cycle all over
again.
This could be done in so many ways.
I was in Sears when I wrote this,because
I'ma kewl kid,only not really.
Tuesdays I self loath and cry.
Wednesdays I feel like an artist.
Thursdays I want to lay in fields
and find my Indie Soul sister.
Fridays I'ma Wild Child.
Saturdays I'm flexible.
Sundays I'm perplexed and wait to start
the cycle all over
again.
This could be done in so many ways.
I was in Sears when I wrote this,because
I'ma kewl kid,only not really.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2011 3:59pm
3rd Sep 2011 3:59pm
Full Moons
Full moons
remind me of a boy I once knew
and a girl I once loved.
Full moons
make me want to cry.
Full moons
remind me that I am human.
Full moons
make me want howl.
SCREAM.
shout,at the top of my lungs.
Full moons
taunt me.
Full moons
make me a wild child.
Full moons
glisten off the backs of waters
edges.
Full moons
encircle the world with their
two giant arms.
Full moons
captivate time and take you
places you've never,ever been.
Full moons
promote laughter.
Full moons
release an...
remind me of a boy I once knew
and a girl I once loved.
Full moons
make me want to cry.
Full moons
remind me that I am human.
Full moons
make me want howl.
SCREAM.
shout,at the top of my lungs.
Full moons
taunt me.
Full moons
make me a wild child.
Full moons
glisten off the backs of waters
edges.
Full moons
encircle the world with their
two giant arms.
Full moons
captivate time and take you
places you've never,ever been.
Full moons
promote laughter.
Full moons
release an...
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ANGER POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2011 4:31am
2nd Sep 2011 4:31am
Shit moods call for shit poems.stfu.
Your probably smiling right now.
Only you forgot to tell someone,because
that's just what you do.
It's raining,so your
probably smiling and splashing around
the puddles,just
like a little kid.
i wish I could get your voice out of my head
instead it's stuck on repeat,repeat,repeat,repeat.
There is no "off" button.
I felt my organs trying to
pull them selves apart.
I could feel them tugging at mt throat.
Choking on the thoughts
I'm trying so hard to swallow.
I can feel my heart wrenching.
I've got this knot in my...
Only you forgot to tell someone,because
that's just what you do.
It's raining,so your
probably smiling and splashing around
the puddles,just
like a little kid.
i wish I could get your voice out of my head
instead it's stuck on repeat,repeat,repeat,repeat.
There is no "off" button.
I felt my organs trying to
pull them selves apart.
I could feel them tugging at mt throat.
Choking on the thoughts
I'm trying so hard to swallow.
I can feel my heart wrenching.
I've got this knot in my...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Aug 2011 6:40pm
24th Aug 2011 6:40pm
Anne
Anne consumes this worthless body,
While I intake nothing.
Except a breath of smoke.
I watch the rings float on bye,bye,bye.
Disappearing like my body.
I am frail.
Hardly any skin is left
And you can see the bones
As they
Pop
Through my
Flesh.
The clock’s ticking in the other room.
Water is
Drip
Drip
Dipping
From the faucet in the other room.
And sliding down the drain,
Through the groggy old drain.
I have my face pressed against
The cold, concrete floor.
Not thinking.
Not living.
Not dying....
While I intake nothing.
Except a breath of smoke.
I watch the rings float on bye,bye,bye.
Disappearing like my body.
I am frail.
Hardly any skin is left
And you can see the bones
As they
Pop
Through my
Flesh.
The clock’s ticking in the other room.
Water is
Drip
Drip
Dipping
From the faucet in the other room.
And sliding down the drain,
Through the groggy old drain.
I have my face pressed against
The cold, concrete floor.
Not thinking.
Not living.
Not dying....
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