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Sep 20 · 287
summers gone
laura Sep 20

summer vanished in an instant
i always told my momma we should move
somewhere else far from here
Sep 6 · 290
she don't care
laura Sep 6

told her I care, under the lemon tree
she don't care, yeah, she don't
that I do, and that's that

lemondrop, toyredcar, khakiskirt
reach up on the branch and twist
a little to the right and the fruit yields

she don't care
laura Aug 21

why do you tease me so
querulous and catty and quirky
the many faces you have
delights so svelte, online media
you write almost tangible
and your beautiful braid-dangles

stupid thoughts, bad cup
pollen from the dandelions
breeze by, heron umbrella
of Autumn's shadow--
the ghosts of never again haunt here
despite you sweetening
the edible tangles
laura Aug 19

finally seeing a balance
in my bank account
smoking under the last
hours of the sun's reign
feel like i fell out of love
like i'm losing a part of myself
like my mom or dad died
she said boys like me
are bad ones
now that we're deeper into July
she said boys like me
make her go sad
eventually
laura Jul 31
txt below
haven't been so foolish in a minute
maybe it's something that you did
the beautiful and blurriness blossoms
against your frosted window
as I stand at your porch
watching you get up from your chair
reminds me of home a little bit
when i return too late
and get in trouble
Jul 19 · 481
ok
laura Jul 19
ok
so i started another profile since this one is borked. like, can't put poems in the poem box. so, the new one is called laura 2. lol i'm original.

I'm probably done with this profile until someone fixes it. which they haven't responded to my inbox messages so i don't think they will. oh well, life moves on.
Jul 18 · 261
cha cha cha
laura Jul 18
txt below
Forgotten notes are far sweeter
to the remembering measure
the delectable silence to meditate in
flowing between the years of leisure

cha-cha-cha, scatter and sway the sounds
of a sunday road slowly stealing desire
danço a hula huki e o cha-cha-cha~
hair flows in the cleave of sweet auric air
Jul 13 · 437
this one too
laura Jul 13
txt below
ye, changing sparks of color
- the sea is stained like your eyes
tears, of sunset, of desire, of gold
i'm coming to terms good things
fall apart, past days echo
laura Jul 2
txt below
they still shootin’ errybody out there
ripped and ****** gushed
black woman pregnant shot in the belly
then blame her for fightin
with the poor white defenseless neighbor
only in Alabama, yo, that racist
yellow burning state

i flick a cigarette on the floor
light the moment up
close reddit’s news tab
and walk away silently
laura Jun 18
*****
If you see this then this not, in fact, explicit.
Jun 13 · 710
the burn
laura Jun 13
txt below
hear you a little different now
said you were rich a week ago
but now your unemployed
hope your mouth can do some work

my imagination calcifies
couldn't tell if you were shopping
or just looking enviously
jealous of the clothes others wear
laura Jun 8
lol
Clouds drift through
my conscience
water-vapored daydreams
It’s raining in June
and I spent all my money
on clothes but can’t go
outside to show them off yet

I go out in my garden
to smell the lavender towers
in their purple hush
and the daffodil shows
while wearing my pink
victoria secret bathrobe
while the neighbors nose
May 21 · 374
insomnia
laura May 21
laura
If you're gonna love me
you gotta love all of me
and if you're gonna leave me
you gotta leave all of me
right there I coulda sworn
I saw you fly out the window
over the balustrade, your feathers
left all over the couch
takes a dream to stream all the rivers
of bad luck and the grief
stretching our limbs out in the water
but i can't for the life of me
these greenstick, grief stricken lies
keep me awake for night
that you somehow had the brief
patience to handle a fraction
of me and I don't blame you at all
May 2 · 449
irony
laura May 2
lol
In the night I see nothing
but stars falling
in the day I’d let you know
my secrets but you’d cut
my guts open and laugh
so I sit still at the table
and watch the bumblebees
make their fuzz-buzz
hide their small heads
in leaf shelter...
how ironic, I think
to myself.
Apr 30 · 667
flagged as explicit
laura Apr 30
lol a poem about a cat
I thought I could cross
this cracked expansion
and I’m sick and tired
of hiding all of me from you~

or so that song goes
listening to AFI on a walk
I keep crawling back
to catch your shadow
gangling at the window
your black face
and nose of pink
all awkward and scrunched
yet as I approached
you rub against my leg
and stretch in ecstasy
dry wild grass or powdered snow
shadowed forever
in my memory
laura Apr 30
and im addicted lol
I thought I could cross
this cracked expansion
and I’m sick and tired
of hiding all of me from you~

or so that song goes
listening to AFI on a walk
I keep crawling back
to catch your shadow
gangling at the window
your black face
and nose of pink
all awkward and scrunched
yet as I approached
you rub against my leg
and stretch in ecstasy
dry wild grass or powdered snow
shadowed forever
in my memory
laura Mar 12
lol
they're drowning out the haters
with kazoos, the crazy *******
honestly i'll join them
but my throat's too clogged anyways
foolish rim of the country
backwards and fragile religion
hate seems to be the zeitgeist of our time
where trysts and labors of spring
are swept in dusk blues and pure greens
another simple transitive jewel
of the moment
Jan 3 · 774
gag
laura Jan 3
gag
me with your
thick and hard
words
lol
Dec 2018 · 3.5k
the cat poem
laura Dec 2018
meow
A
flash from beneath the christmas tree
like a person diving in the water
truncated by a fluffy tail, a blur of reality
a ball of fur as fast as lightning
thumping up the stairs
then back down
then back up
then back down
Dec 2018 · 768
in love with dani leigh
laura Dec 2018
in love with danileigh’s music
above the dull day’s hips
roils the late afternoon
evanescent drama
then sinks into night
listening to her music
and wondering
where my life went wrong
Dec 2018 · 938
when there's dark
laura Dec 2018
when there's dark
when there's dark, there's no you
big moods, therapy's too expensive
sometimes it's better to lie
than to **** the vibes
and waking from dreams
'cause when there's dark
there's no you and i'm staring
at the ceiling instead of stars
Nov 2018 · 2.5k
egg whites
laura Nov 2018
egg whites
Cold and sunny— to be honest
you’re the only person
it shines on these days

negligent happiness
******* poking through
the egg white sheets we lay in
Nov 2018 · 774
Daytime
laura Nov 2018
daytime
All these boys do is meet
behind the shed, 4:20 alert
dagger of the day climbing rocks
and making bets on their teams
pressing feet on gold coins
dropped from birch trees
and well trodden hills
Idiocy comes in many forms—

I join em and ignore the world
the cries replaying hundreds of time
during the daytime, night time,
onward.
Nov 2018 · 2.4k
just look ‘round
laura Nov 2018
just look ‘round
what’s the news—
same old, fussing over holidays
open hand or closed fists
hear the noise on the staircase

what’s that?
christmas eve, just around the corner
you can see the sweet evanescence
in the hanging lights,

like colorful wreathes in our eyes
merciless even when November
is still here, nostalgia sweetens
my blood and melts me to sobbing song
Nov 2018 · 552
don't want to give up
laura Nov 2018
don't want to give up
put make up on for no one
and i hate it sometimes
how it portrays my femininity
sometimes i wanna be a sunflower
and there's a lot of time
to be spent dead
but we ain't got a lot of time
left to live

wore a dress for you
and i want to ride you
like your black car
shining in the cold winter Sun
tomorrow i'm myself
and hope i can score some dinner
scattering trust and money
because we have life
to spend like we're going broke
Nov 2018 · 337
why cant we be
laura Nov 2018
together
me, me, me
and it’s all me
all the way to the end.
sorry but sometimes we need simple stuff
Nov 2018 · 951
friends
laura Nov 2018

dreams drip and drop
saliva draped and daubed
across fine lips

the gallery of night
drawn curtains, unwoven robes
falling plump in the mist of a crush

want to be more than friends
before the kingdom of day
coldly sheds light in yellows and orange
Nov 2018 · 2.2k
test 15
laura Nov 2018
subtle and solemn undertones
she’s becoming a no-vac mom
stars and pyramids have fates
designed for each of us,
schemes and snake oil posing
as natural herbs and curing
the werewolf of decaying intellect
the true nature of blissful ignorance
HP is lame and filtering all my recent poems as explicit lol
Nov 2018 · 1.2k
bad fridays
laura Nov 2018
usually last a few minutes
the slow burn
bitter taste
wind chill needs to chill
fam needs to chill
bank account needs to chill
room remained behind glass
sipping coffee
bad fridays taste just as bad
Nov 2018 · 346
aegyo
laura Nov 2018
rofl the test worked
ya throw fits at the mall
speak ***** in a child's voice
i hear delicacy in your dialect
but it's optimism, imagination
on my part, trepidation and mistaken identity
tantrums later, spilled coffee
deforestation in my thought's trees
skinny love, blood in sinks
listening to that song
ya don't dig a whole lot
about him, you don't have a shovel
but you drive your
pink nails in the sheets
it's probably why i can't escape you
Nov 2018 · 585
just like dat
laura Nov 2018
and just like that
wind blows and the sun’s out
the money’s gone
and the trap is on
phone’s a mirrored pond
an infinite void to jealousy
and just like that
it’s all gone, always gone
Nov 2018 · 703
rip
laura Nov 2018
rip
and you said i wasn't good
enough for you
yeah right yeah right
you're probably right
i'm good for no one
between the heavy breaths
and the bellyaches from laughing too hard
when we were high
i'll be gone when the lease is up
and i'll hope you're feeling free
with a better guy
Oct 2018 · 313
hi
laura Oct 2018
hi
so, hi
it’s been halloween for five nights
in a row and i haven’t
processed anything at all
the flash of life has been too fast
and i haven’t called you yet
Oct 2018 · 871
test 10
laura Oct 2018
scoopity poopity ****
poopity scoopity scoop
bliss
dialect
intellect
scoopity?
Oct 2018 · 1.1k
test 9
laura Oct 2018
scoopity poopity ****
poopity scoopity scoop
ignorance
bliss
dialect
intellect
scoopity?
for le strawberry fields, my guinea piggy
Oct 2018 · 2.6k
OKAY
laura Oct 2018
this poem is hidden from strawberry fields who has her "hide explicit poems" checked on. this doesn't make any sense since there's nothing explicit in it. i can't figure out which word is messing with it :S

copy the link and follow it
https://gyazo.com/a67ca996cf151d8c5ace6715bbe44d70
Oct 2018 · 2.4k
test 8
laura Oct 2018
ya throw fits at the mall
speak in a childlike voice
i hear delicacy in your dialect
but it's optimism, imagination
on my part, trepidation and mistaken
ya throw tantrums, spilled coffee
deforestation in my thought-tree
skinny love, drained in sinks
listening to that song
ya don't dig a whole lot
about him
but you drive your
pink nails in the sheets
it's probably why i can't escape you
seriously this website is dumb
Oct 2018 · 1.0k
test 7
laura Oct 2018
ya throw fits at the mall
speak in a child's voice
i hear delicacy in your dialect
but it's optimism, imagination
on my part, trepidation and mistaken
throw tantrums, spilled coffee
deforestation in my thought's trees
jhjkhjkh love, drained in sinks
listening to that song
ya don't dig a whole lot
about him, you don't have a shovel
but you drive your
pink nails in the sheets
it's probably why i can't escape you
Oct 2018 · 963
test 6
laura Oct 2018
ya throw fits at the mall
speak in an innocent voice
i hear delicacy in your dialect
but it's optimism, imagination
on my part, trepidation and mistaken
throw tantrums, spilled coffee
deforestation in my thought's trees
skinny love, drained in sinks
listening to that song
ya don't dig a whole lot
about him, you don't have a shovel
but you drive your
pink nails in the sheets
it's probably why i can't escape you
Oct 2018 · 807
test 5
laura Oct 2018
ya throw fits at the mall
speak in a child's voice
i hear delicacy in your dialect
but it's optimism, imagination
on my part, trepidation and mistaken
throw tantrums, spilled coffee
deforestation in my thought's trees
skinny love, drained in sinks
listening to that song
ya don't dig a whole lot
about him, you don't have a shovel
but you drive your
pink nails in the sheets
it's probably why i can't escape you
Oct 2018 · 1.8k
test 4
laura Oct 2018
ya throw fits at the mall
speak in a child's voice
i hear delicacy in your dialect
but it's optimism, imagination
on my part, trepidation and mistaken
throw tantrums, spilled coffee
deforestation in my thought's trees
skinny love, [lfajfa] in sinks
listening to that song
ya don't dig a whole lot
about him, you don't have a shovel
but you drive your
pink nails in the sheets
it's probably why i can't escape you
WHY IS THIS FILTERED LOL
Oct 2018 · 911
test 3
laura Oct 2018
ya throw fits at the mall
speak in a child's voice
i hear delicacy in your dialect
but it's optimism, imagination
on my part, trepidation and mistaken
throw tantrums, spilled coffee
deforestation in my thought's trees
skinny love, blood in sinks
listening to that song
ya don't dig a whole lot
about him, you don't have a shovel
but you drive your
pink nails in the sheets
it's probably why i can't escape you
Oct 2018 · 2.1k
test 2
laura Oct 2018
ya throw fits at the mall
speak in a child's voice
i hear delicacy in your dialect
but it's optimism, imagination
on my part, trepidation and mistaken
throw tantrums, spilled coffee
deforestation in my thought's trees
skinny love, blood in sinks
listening to that song
ya don't dig a whole lot
about him, you don't have a shovel
but you drive your
pink nails in the sheets
it's probably why i can't escape you
Oct 2018 · 748
aegyo
laura Oct 2018
ya throw fits at the mall
speak ***** in a child's voice
i hear delicacy in your dialect
but it's optimism, imagination
on my part, trepidation and mistaken identity
tantrums later, spilled coffee
deforestation in my thought's trees
skinny love, blood in sinks
listening to that song
ya don't dig a whole lot
about him, you don't have a shovel
but you drive your
pink nails in the sheets
it's probably why i can't escape you
Oct 2018 · 870
so what
laura Oct 2018
broke out the winters box
of warm clothing
got a heated blanket
cuddles on the couch
with nothing underneath
sowhatsowhat
the birds sing and your warmth
could split a heart of granite
laura Oct 2018
gucci on my feet
dior on my outfit
something about making
all the money back

busy windshield wipers, red light.
messing with dating apps
while you’re talking
about buying black ops 4

forget what my purpose is
misted in the same drizzling cloud
fogging up the windows
the funny noises you make

when you laugh
dispel all the monsters
away in my mind
philosophy away, leaving an echo
help i seriously dont know why this is explicit
Oct 2018 · 5.8k
cold and sunny friday
laura Oct 2018
sitting in your corvette
bass boosted songs
and friday sunlight reflecting
off crisp puddles from yesterday
you hit the gas
and my hair goes straight
to the roof
feels like i’m trapped in
a fish bowl, sports cars
easy to get in
but impossible to get out
maybe that’s your plan
Oct 2018 · 1.5k
lip bite
laura Oct 2018
never meant to fight ya
now that you're gone
i know why i hated when
everything felt right
because when i was with you
i couldn't help but lip bite
for all the wrongs and bruises
in a blue bedroom alone
back to feeling nothing
not even the sweet sting
of a lip bite
okay so HP's censoring is really wack, had a completely swearwordless, normal outdoor poem and suddenly it's explicit. Wonder which if i knew which words could actually not be censored that'd be greattttttttttttttttttt
Oct 2018 · 2.7k
fresco mornings
laura Oct 2018
Piano and guitar playing light songs
soft tape, fresh rain, streets oblique
christmas lights on her walls like she
lives in a dorm, eucalyptus smelling
fresco paintings with 666s on them
bring on the full Fall, dim cars
outside and their alarms or engines
in the pause of our sleepy conversations
we go in deep when we’re satisfied with
the noise we’ve made
Oct 2018 · 2.2k
le breast poem
laura Oct 2018
for the record, yeah.
i’m as flat as a board
and sometimes i get breast envy

when i feel super girly
my best friend has two pillows
that i love to rest my head on

i know it’s not universal with everyone,
but i love ‘em, squeeze ‘em, slap ‘em,
feel how soft they are, kiss them

maybe i love my best friend too much but
i feel like this poem is going in a direction
i would rather us to not go in
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