Submissions by laceyspacey
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
i need a lot of help with this
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
3rd Jun 2013 4:42pm
3rd Jun 2013 4:42pm
fourth
fifth
i already said it
i spent all morning watching videos of you from a few years ago, just messing around with your friends
and what i would give now, just to have known you
then.
----
i sucked my fingers to sleep.
when i was jump start awoken by a hooded figure, which later was revealed to be only a friend in a black jacket.
i walked to the car alone, not because i had to, but because i wanted to.
i subconsciously put immense amounts of pinching pressure on my lower lip, while we watched the 90's styled...
i already said it
i spent all morning watching videos of you from a few years ago, just messing around with your friends
and what i would give now, just to have known you
then.
----
i sucked my fingers to sleep.
when i was jump start awoken by a hooded figure, which later was revealed to be only a friend in a black jacket.
i walked to the car alone, not because i had to, but because i wanted to.
i subconsciously put immense amounts of pinching pressure on my lower lip, while we watched the 90's styled...
781 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th May 2013 11:19pm
30th May 2013 11:19pm
zipskull [that's what he said]
the philandering bone's connected to the
ball point skulled man wearing the name tag
bic.
the firey passion lint with flint, held in plastic
hands.
that's what he said
so i said
zipskull
that's the title.
Z.I.P. layered the fluid-less, spark free, purposeless
lighter. zip in peace.
that's what he said
now i can't think of anything.
where the side walk ends?
is there another,
or do you get your trowel and build retaining
walls?
then i said
how did we go from skulls and bics
to...
ball point skulled man wearing the name tag
bic.
the firey passion lint with flint, held in plastic
hands.
that's what he said
so i said
zipskull
that's the title.
Z.I.P. layered the fluid-less, spark free, purposeless
lighter. zip in peace.
that's what he said
now i can't think of anything.
where the side walk ends?
is there another,
or do you get your trowel and build retaining
walls?
then i said
how did we go from skulls and bics
to...
618 reads
5 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th May 2013 1:03am
29th May 2013 1:03am
karla homolka, please read this [if you're not her, then don't]
how would you like it
if someone kidnapped, raped, and murdered
your daughter?
right
like you'd care
bitch, you killed your own sister
YOU DO NOT DESERVE CHILDREN OF YOUR OWN!!!!
someday i will find you
and i'm going to take
your children away
one way
or another.
if someone kidnapped, raped, and murdered
your daughter?
right
like you'd care
bitch, you killed your own sister
YOU DO NOT DESERVE CHILDREN OF YOUR OWN!!!!
someday i will find you
and i'm going to take
your children away
one way
or another.
691 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th May 2013 11:23pm
24th May 2013 11:23pm
rest-assured east-bound died
london coat
on the shore side.
stripped stockings
and a stripped beach towel
watch where you step
you'll get the aids.
margaritas in tea cups
tea in water bottles
i haven't slept in so long
my hair has turned orange.
by a grotto with a tunnel
lined aside dandelions
that should of been the name.
on the shore side.
stripped stockings
and a stripped beach towel
watch where you step
you'll get the aids.
margaritas in tea cups
tea in water bottles
i haven't slept in so long
my hair has turned orange.
by a grotto with a tunnel
lined aside dandelions
that should of been the name.
878 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th May 2013 11:06pm
24th May 2013 11:06pm
i'd trade my skinniness for bigger boobs
i'm eating my chicken noodle soup
with my hands.
squishy niacin
and riboflavin.
i took one bite
then tossed the whole bowl,
away.
someone
somewhere
probably wanted that.
with my hands.
squishy niacin
and riboflavin.
i took one bite
then tossed the whole bowl,
away.
someone
somewhere
probably wanted that.
1044 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
24th May 2013 2:44pm
24th May 2013 2:44pm
i'm writing this in cursive
i went to sleep
and it was like
80 degrees.
you can't write numbers in cursive
unless you spell them out
or at least, i can't
i'm awake now
and it's freezing
i just can't
for the life of me
explain this
other feeling
all i can say is
i never mean to rhyme.
---
alright
i stopped writing in cursive
but i still can't
explain this
other feeling
just be a deer
and tell...
and it was like
80 degrees.
you can't write numbers in cursive
unless you spell them out
or at least, i can't
i'm awake now
and it's freezing
i just can't
for the life of me
explain this
other feeling
all i can say is
i never mean to rhyme.
---
alright
i stopped writing in cursive
but i still can't
explain this
other feeling
just be a deer
and tell...
961 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd May 2013 1:35am
23rd May 2013 1:35am
octocentrailairiumism
if i could say one thing to you
i'd scream it.
your blood
and that's fine,
but my blood
is all mine.
i've had all day to think about it
and all i could come up with
is i'm sorry
so sorry i ever came around,
so sorry
i thought
i could ever return
to this town.
oh god,
i'm so so sorry
and its crushing me
like an octopus under a boulder
sinking
ever so slowly
into the deepest hole
of the ocean
that you've ever seen.
i'd scream it.
your blood
and that's fine,
but my blood
is all mine.
i've had all day to think about it
and all i could come up with
is i'm sorry
so sorry i ever came around,
so sorry
i thought
i could ever return
to this town.
oh god,
i'm so so sorry
and its crushing me
like an octopus under a boulder
sinking
ever so slowly
into the deepest hole
of the ocean
that you've ever seen.
637 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
22nd May 2013 10:50am
22nd May 2013 10:50am
midnight freak show [revamped]
910 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd May 2013 10:40am
22nd May 2013 10:40am
new york roots
you'll never get anywhere better
then new york.
highest taxes
and our roads
are still shit.
the buildings are run down
and the homes are all broken.
poorly done graffiti
on the faces
of neglected kids
from big families.
no one does it like rochester
sixth most violent city
in the nation
and its probably the smallest too.
i mean just today
there was a shoot out
right down the street
from my uncle's house ...
then new york.
highest taxes
and our roads
are still shit.
the buildings are run down
and the homes are all broken.
poorly done graffiti
on the faces
of neglected kids
from big families.
no one does it like rochester
sixth most violent city
in the nation
and its probably the smallest too.
i mean just today
there was a shoot out
right down the street
from my uncle's house ...
#city
867 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st May 2013 9:48am
21st May 2013 9:48am
i'm writing this from the other side of the room
and someone has to die
for it.
i told my imaginary therapaist
i wanted to kill again
she advised against it.
but that's not
that's, that's
for me.
in the short of things
i got a new imaginary therapists
if you know what i mean
;]?
for it.
i told my imaginary therapaist
i wanted to kill again
she advised against it.
but that's not
that's, that's
for me.
in the short of things
i got a new imaginary therapists
if you know what i mean
;]?
844 reads
8 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
21st May 2013 9:31am
21st May 2013 9:31am
my mourning walk alone
when the boys go to sleep
and so does the tv
i'm still up
and now the sun is
too.
its weird
when you're 21
sneaking out of your friend's house
at six in the morning
and all his doors
won't close
and every floor board
creaks.
i always try to keep on a path
with no turns
because i am bad with direction
and to be direct
i don't want to loose my way.
the road is short though
before it breaks off
into a left or a right
in which i go
the road that takes me
to a town ...
and so does the tv
i'm still up
and now the sun is
too.
its weird
when you're 21
sneaking out of your friend's house
at six in the morning
and all his doors
won't close
and every floor board
creaks.
i always try to keep on a path
with no turns
because i am bad with direction
and to be direct
i don't want to loose my way.
the road is short though
before it breaks off
into a left or a right
in which i go
the road that takes me
to a town ...
954 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
19th May 2013 7:52pm
19th May 2013 7:52pm
i love all that colors, that's why you should two
over rated and nothing gets eaten
red dots as remanence of this
staining these words
an unreadable tone.
the sky and the water
are the same shade
and there isn't even
the slightest of wave
...
okay that was a lie
there actually is
but only a real little bit.
you'll excel
land lover
excel well.
the swan took off
a mixture of sand
and water dropped
onto this page
when i explained
a fixture to you.
great, real expectations
elephant
narrow.
the sun comes through...
red dots as remanence of this
staining these words
an unreadable tone.
the sky and the water
are the same shade
and there isn't even
the slightest of wave
...
okay that was a lie
there actually is
but only a real little bit.
you'll excel
land lover
excel well.
the swan took off
a mixture of sand
and water dropped
onto this page
when i explained
a fixture to you.
great, real expectations
elephant
narrow.
the sun comes through...
757 reads
5 Comments
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