Submissions by laceyspacey
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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SELF POEM
Published
19th May 2013 7:05pm
19th May 2013 7:05pm
these are words on the outside, does that compel you?
in the east
i am salvaging flesh
of mankind, to eat.
in the west
i am met by the men
who are anything but kind
and as they unwind
i re-.
in the north
i am just who i am
and in the south
i am hot.
in the east
i am what is behind the cupboard door
below the sink.
in the west
i am met by the women
who are everything but blind
and as they came to find,
i-.
in the north
i'm still just who i am
and in the south
it's still hot.
so when i left the east
i buried all conjoining feasts...
i am salvaging flesh
of mankind, to eat.
in the west
i am met by the men
who are anything but kind
and as they unwind
i re-.
in the north
i am just who i am
and in the south
i am hot.
in the east
i am what is behind the cupboard door
below the sink.
in the west
i am met by the women
who are everything but blind
and as they came to find,
i-.
in the north
i'm still just who i am
and in the south
it's still hot.
so when i left the east
i buried all conjoining feasts...
1011 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th May 2013 6:55am
19th May 2013 6:55am
phantom of the marmoset
deliberately.
like life was just ephemeral
my madam,
the mad man
is in the back
and absolutely
nothing to worry about.
like life was just ephemeral
my madam,
the mad man
is in the back
and absolutely
nothing to worry about.
751 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th May 2013 6:48am
19th May 2013 6:48am
ugli fruit
i held an ugli fruit
in the palms of my hands
and it felt whole
like a human heart
it felt hole
like a human heart.
i cracked open the ugli fruit
and inside
was the skin and the pulp
i sucked dry
from each slice.
then i wanted to know
if every time we cut into
some kind of fruit
if it can feel pain
and if it does
will it cry?
in the palms of my hands
and it felt whole
like a human heart
it felt hole
like a human heart.
i cracked open the ugli fruit
and inside
was the skin and the pulp
i sucked dry
from each slice.
then i wanted to know
if every time we cut into
some kind of fruit
if it can feel pain
and if it does
will it cry?
813 reads
4 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
16th May 2013 4:28pm
16th May 2013 4:28pm
first
last night, i had dreams of the lake in the town i used to live, and when i woke up, i found some pictures of that very shore, i am so desperate to get back to.
second
it took me a long time to put a shirt on before i cleaned my apartment. then i saw a toothpaste commercial, that made me think about all the stupid ad's we see in our lifetimes, and i really hope right before i'm about to die, my mind doesn't just wander back to one of the many incidental advertisements i've seen, because i really don't want the last thing i think about to be,
toothpaste.
then i...
second
it took me a long time to put a shirt on before i cleaned my apartment. then i saw a toothpaste commercial, that made me think about all the stupid ad's we see in our lifetimes, and i really hope right before i'm about to die, my mind doesn't just wander back to one of the many incidental advertisements i've seen, because i really don't want the last thing i think about to be,
toothpaste.
then i...
889 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
16th May 2013 9:41am
16th May 2013 9:41am
tea lips
i've always loved the story of persephone
demeter's daughter
she was dragged to the underworld
by hades
where she ate from the tree of knowledge
so she had to stay
but demeter was willing to kill off
the entire human race
so zeus struck up a deal.
i've always loved
how the souls of women
have always been
something to bargain for
and i have this eerie feeling
mine would come
half off.
demeter's daughter
she was dragged to the underworld
by hades
where she ate from the tree of knowledge
so she had to stay
but demeter was willing to kill off
the entire human race
so zeus struck up a deal.
i've always loved
how the souls of women
have always been
something to bargain for
and i have this eerie feeling
mine would come
half off.
830 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th May 2013 00:18am
14th May 2013 00:18am
i love all that colors, that's why you should too
let's start with red
a horror movie
would be nothing without it
and those are my favorite
that's why it's my favorite too.
orange
is a poet's nightmare
because it can't
rhyme.
yellow is easy
that's hello.
green
is for
weed
as if you didn't see
that one coming.
blue
is a poet's wet dream
because we all
are.
purple is for
the long sleeve shirt i put on
because something is wrong with the spring heat
and it's too cold in my apartment.
pink
is
for
vaginas...
a horror movie
would be nothing without it
and those are my favorite
that's why it's my favorite too.
orange
is a poet's nightmare
because it can't
rhyme.
yellow is easy
that's hello.
green
is for
weed
as if you didn't see
that one coming.
blue
is a poet's wet dream
because we all
are.
purple is for
the long sleeve shirt i put on
because something is wrong with the spring heat
and it's too cold in my apartment.
pink
is
for
vaginas...
911 reads
11 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
10th May 2013 00:59am
10th May 2013 00:59am
my father was a christian and my mother was a pagen
so now i'm praying to the earth
and lighting color corrected candles
for god
that someone else out there
might have this problem
too.
and lighting color corrected candles
for god
that someone else out there
might have this problem
too.
738 reads
7 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
9th May 2013 11:51pm
9th May 2013 11:51pm
marcy speak and green things
i held a gun
...
now i don't have to die
...
a virgin to murder
i can die a killer.
which is practically
one step below
famous.
---
and green things
take the red ones away
because i am not
who i pretend
to be.
i am not a happy christmas
or joyous christening
because i am not red
and i am not green.
but just to make things better
i have to play
and i have to believe....
...
now i don't have to die
...
a virgin to murder
i can die a killer.
which is practically
one step below
famous.
---
and green things
take the red ones away
because i am not
who i pretend
to be.
i am not a happy christmas
or joyous christening
because i am not red
and i am not green.
but just to make things better
i have to play
and i have to believe....
820 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
8th May 2013 10:59am
8th May 2013 10:59am
knock me out
i'm hungry
and tired
and these are easy solutions,
but nothing worth having
ever comes easily
and easy come
easy go,
so if there was ever a point
you'll find it
in the pencil sharpener
with the shavings
of the words
i was to afraid to say.
and tired
and these are easy solutions,
but nothing worth having
ever comes easily
and easy come
easy go,
so if there was ever a point
you'll find it
in the pencil sharpener
with the shavings
of the words
i was to afraid to say.
885 reads
7 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th May 2013 9:45am
8th May 2013 9:45am
when's it's protected the box of strawberry desert burnumup jellies
it's 3 in the morning
and i bet you've heard that before.
i'm up
wondering
why i'm up
and if maybe
just maybe
you're up too
and that
sleeping thing
that you do
is just some cruel trick
and
you'll
pull through
but
no one
knows
what
i did.
this was then
and that
is now
these are just facts
thrown at
and out
the door,
because not even
the temperament
of these scientists
and what they present
can make me believe
and i'm pretty sure
i think...
and i bet you've heard that before.
i'm up
wondering
why i'm up
and if maybe
just maybe
you're up too
and that
sleeping thing
that you do
is just some cruel trick
and
you'll
pull through
but
no one
knows
what
i did.
this was then
and that
is now
these are just facts
thrown at
and out
the door,
because not even
the temperament
of these scientists
and what they present
can make me believe
and i'm pretty sure
i think...
704 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd May 2013 11:40pm
2nd May 2013 11:40pm
quantum magnifying glasses of doom
because i killed a few animals
back when i was a child.
back when i was a child.
790 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd May 2013 3:18am
2nd May 2013 3:18am
the mess on the couch
isn't funny
or the funny faces.
isn't the sleeping cats
or sleeping.
it isn't the thoughts
on top of thoughts
on top of me.
isn't the graceland rocks
that hung on posters
in her all pink room
with the floor
you stepped on
and it felt like
you could fall right through.
it isn't all the little bits of trash
that will someday
play connect the dots
and make up the map
of everything
that has ever fallen between the sheets
in the places
you and i both know
cannot be reached.
isn't a joke
or...
or the funny faces.
isn't the sleeping cats
or sleeping.
it isn't the thoughts
on top of thoughts
on top of me.
isn't the graceland rocks
that hung on posters
in her all pink room
with the floor
you stepped on
and it felt like
you could fall right through.
it isn't all the little bits of trash
that will someday
play connect the dots
and make up the map
of everything
that has ever fallen between the sheets
in the places
you and i both know
cannot be reached.
isn't a joke
or...
817 reads
4 Comments
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