Submissions by laceyspacey
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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DRUGS POEM
Published
30th May 2014 3:48pm
30th May 2014 3:48pm
MDMA
new years
powder
literally tastes
like the chemicals under the sink
i imagine
i think.
he's sweating
he's sweating
i'm watching
they're fucking
i'm still just watching.
went into the bathroom
all the wishes
i once had
shaved away
like my head
little strands and pieces
laying so inconspicuously
at my feet.
why is she crying
when she is talking to me
of her child
whom she should be
simply with
get offended by it
but only bad parents
partake in drugs...
powder
literally tastes
like the chemicals under the sink
i imagine
i think.
he's sweating
he's sweating
i'm watching
they're fucking
i'm still just watching.
went into the bathroom
all the wishes
i once had
shaved away
like my head
little strands and pieces
laying so inconspicuously
at my feet.
why is she crying
when she is talking to me
of her child
whom she should be
simply with
get offended by it
but only bad parents
partake in drugs...
1196 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
29th May 2014 00:56am
29th May 2014 00:56am
british punk [mrs billings]
staple gray shirt down
black mini skirt
zippers with little metal rings
arms go up
belly shows
staple that
gray shirt down.
mrs billings
i have to correct you on one thing
i don't wear an inch thick
of hot pink creme around my eyes
for attention
i cut myself for attention
i wear an inch thick
of hot pink creme around my eyes
so perhaps in the right light
i'll catch a glare
and the life around me
will look a little brighter
but mostly i do it
because...
black mini skirt
zippers with little metal rings
arms go up
belly shows
staple that
gray shirt down.
mrs billings
i have to correct you on one thing
i don't wear an inch thick
of hot pink creme around my eyes
for attention
i cut myself for attention
i wear an inch thick
of hot pink creme around my eyes
so perhaps in the right light
i'll catch a glare
and the life around me
will look a little brighter
but mostly i do it
because...
835 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th May 2014 10:46pm
28th May 2014 10:46pm
british punk 2
on edge
uppers
coming down
some time around
ten
tonight
i bend
when i
feel your brother
and his friend
laughing at me.
mark the kind deed
of the day
maybe in time
i'll mend
for now
i'll never know
what i did
maybe in time
they'll forget.
uppers
coming down
some time around
ten
tonight
i bend
when i
feel your brother
and his friend
laughing at me.
mark the kind deed
of the day
maybe in time
i'll mend
for now
i'll never know
what i did
maybe in time
they'll forget.
787 reads
2 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
28th May 2014 4:53pm
28th May 2014 4:53pm
these shorts are as old as my rebellion
no one is watching
no one is listening
no one is here
no one knows.
he hands her the gun
"shoot them, if you must"
----
where do you go
when you sleep?
caribbean dresses
on tall, thin, tan girls
everybody wants to love.
a tree grows
out of the deep
ocean
she's standing there
reminding me
life wasn't for us
the world needs people
like us
going unnoticed
to remind the ones that matter
that they're still here.
where does she sleep?
where do...
no one is listening
no one is here
no one knows.
he hands her the gun
"shoot them, if you must"
----
where do you go
when you sleep?
caribbean dresses
on tall, thin, tan girls
everybody wants to love.
a tree grows
out of the deep
ocean
she's standing there
reminding me
life wasn't for us
the world needs people
like us
going unnoticed
to remind the ones that matter
that they're still here.
where does she sleep?
where do...
817 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th May 2014 1:21pm
26th May 2014 1:21pm
earthlings
not mexican
not british
not french
not american
not german
not chinese
not japanese
not canadian
not korean
not russian
not brazilian
not egyptian
not albanian
not belgian
not swedish
not hungarian
not croatian
not colombian
not italian
not polish
not ect...
not humans
not monkeys
not fish
not reptiles
not birds
not trees
we are.
not british
not french
not american
not german
not chinese
not japanese
not canadian
not korean
not russian
not brazilian
not egyptian
not albanian
not belgian
not swedish
not hungarian
not croatian
not colombian
not italian
not polish
not ect...
not humans
not monkeys
not fish
not reptiles
not birds
not trees
we are.
852 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
26th May 2014 12:57pm
26th May 2014 12:57pm
even though i shouldn't be
what happened to my love poems about you?
what happened to my love poems about you?
what happened to my love poems about you?!
you've made me sound like
my mother
oh god
i sound like my fucking mother!
"wah wah wah
my feelings this
my feelings that."
on and on
the insanity of this
roles
insatiable bitching
i can not keep in
explodes.
"you should of done this
you should of done that
ah you're fucking useless
karma i deserve
from my past."
what...
what happened to my love poems about you?
what happened to my love poems about you?!
you've made me sound like
my mother
oh god
i sound like my fucking mother!
"wah wah wah
my feelings this
my feelings that."
on and on
the insanity of this
roles
insatiable bitching
i can not keep in
explodes.
"you should of done this
you should of done that
ah you're fucking useless
karma i deserve
from my past."
what...
846 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
24th May 2014 4:09pm
24th May 2014 4:09pm
this unnamed boy
my knight of swords
guardian angel
just shy
of age nine
came in only a pair of shorts
malnourished looks, dirt on his nose
experience beyond my years
a natural will to live
i did not possess.
the house
was a mad house
an accumulation of
a sex slave's living nightmare
over muscular ghouls
lurking about
just waiting.
one poor man
his mouth gaping open
a large metal contraption
embracing his neck
green goo
and various other fluids
spewing out. ...
guardian angel
just shy
of age nine
came in only a pair of shorts
malnourished looks, dirt on his nose
experience beyond my years
a natural will to live
i did not possess.
the house
was a mad house
an accumulation of
a sex slave's living nightmare
over muscular ghouls
lurking about
just waiting.
one poor man
his mouth gaping open
a large metal contraption
embracing his neck
green goo
and various other fluids
spewing out. ...
813 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd May 2014 8:29pm
23rd May 2014 8:29pm
some people require more attention than others and that's okay [the even greater divide]
our lives are wasted
wasted on youtube
cellphones with 3g or 4g or 5000g,
whatever.
wasted on fancy shoes that light up
cars designed to go faster
than ever could be needed.
wasted on internet porn
touchy tv show wrap ups
that never come close to touching what it's actually like
in reality.
wasted on britney spears
lindsay lohan
the olsen twins
miley cyrus
and what all the tabloids have to say about them.
wasted on facebook, twitter
universal, paramount, fox, ...
wasted on youtube
cellphones with 3g or 4g or 5000g,
whatever.
wasted on fancy shoes that light up
cars designed to go faster
than ever could be needed.
wasted on internet porn
touchy tv show wrap ups
that never come close to touching what it's actually like
in reality.
wasted on britney spears
lindsay lohan
the olsen twins
miley cyrus
and what all the tabloids have to say about them.
wasted on facebook, twitter
universal, paramount, fox, ...
1032 reads
11 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
23rd May 2014 6:40pm
23rd May 2014 6:40pm
orange tic tacs
voices.
AH!!!!
what!?
the fucking voices again
interviews with oprah winfrey
like i'm a celebrity
giving endlessly to charity.
a man constantly repeating
"and then she started doing my blow"
over and over
and over
again
"and then she started doing my blow"
"and then she started doing my blow"
"and then she started doing my blow"
I DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!
i can't turn on my stove
i can't listen to music
watch tv
i can't read my...
AH!!!!
what!?
the fucking voices again
interviews with oprah winfrey
like i'm a celebrity
giving endlessly to charity.
a man constantly repeating
"and then she started doing my blow"
over and over
and over
again
"and then she started doing my blow"
"and then she started doing my blow"
"and then she started doing my blow"
I DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!
i can't turn on my stove
i can't listen to music
watch tv
i can't read my...
1133 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Nov 2013 3:29pm
6th Nov 2013 3:29pm
cold sore
i hope your favorite color is orange
mulled over cider
because i failed you
today the sky was gray
today the sky was gray
on your lips
still be mine
now you know
how i feel
now we are
the same
...
today the sky was gray
today
the sky rained.
mulled over cider
because i failed you
today the sky was gray
today the sky was gray
on your lips
still be mine
now you know
how i feel
now we are
the same
...
today the sky was gray
today
the sky rained.
934 reads
3 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
6th Nov 2013 3:23pm
6th Nov 2013 3:23pm
heat blister
i cut into my stomach
words, words, words
words, words, words
words, words, words
words, words, words
mud faced girl
tea leaf skin
perfect peach fairy
hanging from the window
chimes in from time to time
disdain
people begin to complain
we put all our stock
in our similarities
how gregarious, of us
convalesce me
oh my sins
i want
holy things
but all faith ever was
to me
is orange.
words, words, words
words, words, words
words, words, words
words, words, words
mud faced girl
tea leaf skin
perfect peach fairy
hanging from the window
chimes in from time to time
disdain
people begin to complain
we put all our stock
in our similarities
how gregarious, of us
convalesce me
oh my sins
i want
holy things
but all faith ever was
to me
is orange.
937 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Sep 2013 00:42am
24th Sep 2013 00:42am
the sleeper of the east
and he is the sleepr of the west,
as in i go when the sun rises
he goes
when the sun sets
but i don't go to sleep
in strang beds
and i don't know
how they even sleep at all
a basic human need
pale pink
like my skin
but it's not my shade.
as in i go when the sun rises
he goes
when the sun sets
but i don't go to sleep
in strang beds
and i don't know
how they even sleep at all
a basic human need
pale pink
like my skin
but it's not my shade.
750 reads
5 Comments
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