Submissions by laceyspacey
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
i need a lot of help with this
STORY POEM
Published
27th Jun 2013 1:07pm
27th Jun 2013 1:07pm
x like salmon
how long was i silent for?
burnt toast.
a balloon man
with empty white eyes
watches over this page.
it's a system
i like to call
layer boiling.
a young boy who has died
rests with his head
taped back together again
and he's missing his shoe.
a golden hair girl
with the whole braids
and ribbon bit
buried his bones
wrapped in a blue blanket
beneath a long skinny tree
at his funeral
a fat boy
brought him
his pair of...
burnt toast.
a balloon man
with empty white eyes
watches over this page.
it's a system
i like to call
layer boiling.
a young boy who has died
rests with his head
taped back together again
and he's missing his shoe.
a golden hair girl
with the whole braids
and ribbon bit
buried his bones
wrapped in a blue blanket
beneath a long skinny tree
at his funeral
a fat boy
brought him
his pair of...
616 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Jun 2013 12:44pm
27th Jun 2013 12:44pm
words in an even bigger box
593 reads
6 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
25th Jun 2013 7:39pm
25th Jun 2013 7:39pm
vacuum
i'm high,
high as a
bike.
high as a
bike.
736 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Jun 2013 7:35pm
25th Jun 2013 7:35pm
lichen lightening
in my bowl
resin-ing.
my head
typically a shell
with curtains
that serve no purpose.
mud people embrace
all around me,
tealed crystal rock truck
where time struck me as irrelevant
like lightening
from a teacher
who fucks his student.
resin-ing.
my head
typically a shell
with curtains
that serve no purpose.
mud people embrace
all around me,
tealed crystal rock truck
where time struck me as irrelevant
like lightening
from a teacher
who fucks his student.
604 reads
1 Comment
DRUGS POEM
Published
25th Jun 2013 00:33am
25th Jun 2013 00:33am
jam tame
i wanna
but my bra strap hurts.
i'm not busting out because of big tits
it's because of all the things
i hide in there.
but my bra strap hurts.
i'm not busting out because of big tits
it's because of all the things
i hide in there.
840 reads
9 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
24th Jun 2013 11:25pm
24th Jun 2013 11:25pm
h
i had dreams
the porn i watch
wasn't a secret anymore
so as you make moans of disgust
i flew away, only to get stuck
in the oversize trees
where a baby bird finds me
and thinks i'm it's mother.
but this
is all wrong.
the porn i watch
wasn't a secret anymore
so as you make moans of disgust
i flew away, only to get stuck
in the oversize trees
where a baby bird finds me
and thinks i'm it's mother.
but this
is all wrong.
822 reads
5 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
24th Jun 2013 9:07am
24th Jun 2013 9:07am
curls pinned
on my street
a toddler holds a green apple
he can't eat
because someone
knocked out his teeth.
another little boy
plays ping pong
with his glass eye.
chris is always cracked out
beyond your wildest dreams.
on my street
sophia was squished flat
by a semi truck
carrying a load
of furnished beds
cut in half.
down the way
is the marsh
where you'll melt
into a pool
of a sticky paste.
and little paul
gets his head
ripped off by little sally
and then...
a toddler holds a green apple
he can't eat
because someone
knocked out his teeth.
another little boy
plays ping pong
with his glass eye.
chris is always cracked out
beyond your wildest dreams.
on my street
sophia was squished flat
by a semi truck
carrying a load
of furnished beds
cut in half.
down the way
is the marsh
where you'll melt
into a pool
of a sticky paste.
and little paul
gets his head
ripped off by little sally
and then...
784 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Jun 2013 7:25am
24th Jun 2013 7:25am
mushroom clouds
so everyone thinks its easy
but it god dam isn't
just don't touch me
until that disgusting mark
sucked onto your neck
by some two cent punk slut
at the ska show
is gone for good
because its that time of the year again
when every mushroom cloud i blow
just makes me wish
what is
was what
was used to be.
so everyone thinks this is god damn easy
but it really fucking isn't.
just trust me
when i got home
i didn't cut...
but it god dam isn't
just don't touch me
until that disgusting mark
sucked onto your neck
by some two cent punk slut
at the ska show
is gone for good
because its that time of the year again
when every mushroom cloud i blow
just makes me wish
what is
was what
was used to be.
so everyone thinks this is god damn easy
but it really fucking isn't.
just trust me
when i got home
i didn't cut...
854 reads
5 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
24th Jun 2013 00:55am
24th Jun 2013 00:55am
the one
it was this totally unreal place
a city with row after row
of perfect.
one side of one long street
close knit houses
so tight
you could wear them like a sweater
for miles long.
on the other side
a solid monotone wall
cascading all the way to the sky
all the way east and west,
blocking the sun from the city
an enormous collage.
i found refuge
in my fictional backyard
where i crawled through the thicket of bushes
a tunnel of branches, wrapped with leaves
that felt like a rape
but when i broke...
a city with row after row
of perfect.
one side of one long street
close knit houses
so tight
you could wear them like a sweater
for miles long.
on the other side
a solid monotone wall
cascading all the way to the sky
all the way east and west,
blocking the sun from the city
an enormous collage.
i found refuge
in my fictional backyard
where i crawled through the thicket of bushes
a tunnel of branches, wrapped with leaves
that felt like a rape
but when i broke...
637 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Jun 2013 11:18pm
23rd Jun 2013 11:18pm
the amygdala
i have a bottle
of green acrylic paint
i want to smear it all over
this page
but i won't
because that's what a filter
is for.
i've seen parents
hang pictures of their children
in their bedroom
but what happens
when they have sex?
of green acrylic paint
i want to smear it all over
this page
but i won't
because that's what a filter
is for.
i've seen parents
hang pictures of their children
in their bedroom
but what happens
when they have sex?
673 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Jun 2013 8:52am
20th Jun 2013 8:52am
that god himself damned
there is a blue towel of wet
how did it get like that?
it hangs on the hook
of burned
like a man
at the gallows
who strung it up
like that?
and love
whatcha wanna bet
it never comes down again?
and love
whatcha wanna bet
we're next?
because you come from what blows away
metal insects
that crawled into my hips
and i come from
a seven foot deep
grave.
how did it get like that?
it hangs on the hook
of burned
like a man
at the gallows
who strung it up
like that?
and love
whatcha wanna bet
it never comes down again?
and love
whatcha wanna bet
we're next?
because you come from what blows away
metal insects
that crawled into my hips
and i come from
a seven foot deep
grave.
852 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Jun 2013 8:31am
20th Jun 2013 8:31am
musicians have it easy
they get to paint all their words
with pretty little background noise
and sing them
with the infliction they
intended
who wouldn't buy that?
with pretty little background noise
and sing them
with the infliction they
intended
who wouldn't buy that?
801 reads
5 Comments
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