Submissions by laceyspacey
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
i need a lot of help with this
LOVE POEM
Published
30th Apr 2013 2:05am
30th Apr 2013 2:05am
and when that fails you, we can climb a hill beside the highway with lights that go on and off and on and off again
babe don't you know
you can climb any stair case that you want to.
you can climb any stair case that you want to.
731 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Apr 2013 2:03am
30th Apr 2013 2:03am
i'd be just as big a bitch, if i had a sister like that
why they gotta fight at the reggae show
who pissed in the beer cup
and chucked it down there?
why they gotta fight at the ska show
throwing punches over the railing
the reminisce of this
is still stuck on my feet.
and why do they have to fight at the punk show
when we watched our friends
push down a metal fence
into the restricted part of the street.
well
ellipsis
i stood in the back
well
ellipsis
good you found the name for that
but november has been pouring from my...
who pissed in the beer cup
and chucked it down there?
why they gotta fight at the ska show
throwing punches over the railing
the reminisce of this
is still stuck on my feet.
and why do they have to fight at the punk show
when we watched our friends
push down a metal fence
into the restricted part of the street.
well
ellipsis
i stood in the back
well
ellipsis
good you found the name for that
but november has been pouring from my...
686 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Apr 2013 9:04am
29th Apr 2013 9:04am
blanche [revamped]
pale purple coats
from the past.
well then what did you come here for
if not for the guns
all the wicked games with the devil
and ugly pale purple coats.
i'm still,
like a dead tree branch
so whatcha think about that
b
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it's simple guys
with complex wives
that tell
even more complex lies.
it's loosing at checkers for the fiftieth time
in a row,
and all the papers crumpled into wads
all over the floor.
it's being up past everyone else
and painting all the...
from the past.
well then what did you come here for
if not for the guns
all the wicked games with the devil
and ugly pale purple coats.
i'm still,
like a dead tree branch
so whatcha think about that
b
l
a
n
c
h?
it's simple guys
with complex wives
that tell
even more complex lies.
it's loosing at checkers for the fiftieth time
in a row,
and all the papers crumpled into wads
all over the floor.
it's being up past everyone else
and painting all the...
627 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Apr 2013 00:10am
26th Apr 2013 00:10am
i can speak real fast
but if only
i could speak real real vast
.
i could speak real real vast
.
716 reads
7 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2013 00:10am
23rd Apr 2013 00:10am
poetry is dead, like hamsters
like a gold fish from the carnival
four days later.
like a bully
when the bullied grabs a gun.
like a small town girl
when its her first time out at the club.
everyone is just dying to have fun
but the gold fish is never coming back
and the bully
almost always never gets shot
in these sort of situations.
the girl
learned her lesson
just a little to fast
when it was drilled into her head
with a little bit of chloroform
and a real sharp knife.
now her face will never be the same
and where...
four days later.
like a bully
when the bullied grabs a gun.
like a small town girl
when its her first time out at the club.
everyone is just dying to have fun
but the gold fish is never coming back
and the bully
almost always never gets shot
in these sort of situations.
the girl
learned her lesson
just a little to fast
when it was drilled into her head
with a little bit of chloroform
and a real sharp knife.
now her face will never be the same
and where...
899 reads
10 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
19th Apr 2013 2:38am
19th Apr 2013 2:38am
sponge candy
death by
car accidents
homicide
giant waves shaken from the earth
electricity from the sky.
death by
overdose
suicide
death by
chocolate
death by
time.
car accidents
homicide
giant waves shaken from the earth
electricity from the sky.
death by
overdose
suicide
death by
chocolate
death by
time.
865 reads
6 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
16th Apr 2013 11:14pm
16th Apr 2013 11:14pm
wig out
whats with all the seriousness
do you need me to rip your hair off
like a car sales man
wearing a wig?
can we just talk
like we've never opened our mouths before
what would i ever do on this planet
that's it?
i treat four in the afternoon
like its the morning
with all these wild dreams
like i've ingested tabs of acid
in intrevels of fourteen
so now everything
is neon pink
or lime green
and everything to the touch
feels like jelly.
but you were a giant
that swept the scene away
so...
do you need me to rip your hair off
like a car sales man
wearing a wig?
can we just talk
like we've never opened our mouths before
what would i ever do on this planet
that's it?
i treat four in the afternoon
like its the morning
with all these wild dreams
like i've ingested tabs of acid
in intrevels of fourteen
so now everything
is neon pink
or lime green
and everything to the touch
feels like jelly.
but you were a giant
that swept the scene away
so...
937 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Apr 2013 11:38pm
12th Apr 2013 11:38pm
A is 4
you're still
but why?
dammit,
wildcard.
but why?
dammit,
wildcard.
908 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Apr 2013 9:38am
12th Apr 2013 9:38am
marked skin [couldn't think of a better title, and that's been done]
marked skin
behind this eggshell white door.
it's time for a revolution
marked skin
on a politician
marked skin
on a scrawny punked out kid
marked skin
on a bright eyed activist
its time for a revolution
and not just the word
used to sell magazines
but the kind that spreads like wildfire
catches like a disease.
a great big revolution
like i'm always hearing about,
to save our souls
worth mere pennies
in any shred of morality.
always in places we don't belong
and always in my dreams
marked...
behind this eggshell white door.
it's time for a revolution
marked skin
on a politician
marked skin
on a scrawny punked out kid
marked skin
on a bright eyed activist
its time for a revolution
and not just the word
used to sell magazines
but the kind that spreads like wildfire
catches like a disease.
a great big revolution
like i'm always hearing about,
to save our souls
worth mere pennies
in any shred of morality.
always in places we don't belong
and always in my dreams
marked...
789 reads
5 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
11th Apr 2013 6:36pm
11th Apr 2013 6:36pm
the purple barn with the jewish star
i saw it days ago
but for some reason
i thought of it now.
a pale purple barn, illuminating in a strange way
i just can't explain.
sort of like it was glass
and a light bulb was inside
a kind of glowing tone.
and on the barn door
was a giant, technicolor star of david.
i really didn't know what to say
or what to think about it
i just went riding by...
so then i always think of my brothers
they're stuck in my dreams
at the ages i last saw them.
and then i think
a heart doesn't have to break
just...
but for some reason
i thought of it now.
a pale purple barn, illuminating in a strange way
i just can't explain.
sort of like it was glass
and a light bulb was inside
a kind of glowing tone.
and on the barn door
was a giant, technicolor star of david.
i really didn't know what to say
or what to think about it
i just went riding by...
so then i always think of my brothers
they're stuck in my dreams
at the ages i last saw them.
and then i think
a heart doesn't have to break
just...
755 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Sep 2012 8:39pm
27th Sep 2012 8:39pm
The Doorman's Mistress, The Army, And How They Stole My Clocks Away
What does it matter to them
If I know what time it is?
I tried to hide my clocks
In the closet
But then I remembered
I don't have a closet.
So I tried to hide them in the bathtub
With the giraffes
But that's a joke
And it wasn't ever funny
Because they still found them there.
So now it seems
You won't see me around for a while
Lately I've been late for everything.
If I know what time it is?
I tried to hide my clocks
In the closet
But then I remembered
I don't have a closet.
So I tried to hide them in the bathtub
With the giraffes
But that's a joke
And it wasn't ever funny
Because they still found them there.
So now it seems
You won't see me around for a while
Lately I've been late for everything.
866 reads
10 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Sep 2012 11:09pm
26th Sep 2012 11:09pm
grapple
divided by grape
is apple.
is apple.
775 reads
5 Comments
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