Short Spaced Out Poems
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A spaced-out moment playing calculator games
in our calculus class, returned to infancy
within the boredom of checking homework
Nonsense gibberish
I’m writing about nothing
Totally spaced-out
Having nothing real to say
Completely absent-minded
Russell Sivey
Plip! Plop!
Plip! Plop!
Rain drops
In puddle, pool, and pond.
When well spaced out
The drops can play
A pleasant rhythmic tune.
Lazy hips/sugar lips
Dancing beneath these stars
Hazy faces/spaced out places
Still chasing the same daydreams
Dandelion fingertips/let me take a sip
The bets are wagered,the lines drawn
But we fall against the odds/take no regard
"Authority problem and rules violation
Driver’s license suspended
At work on probation
In and out of trouble
Decisions and choices”-
I must’ve spaced out, I’m hearing voices,
I’m losing my mind, I’m trapped in abyss…
Few shots, benadryl, seroquel – I’m at peace
Our solar system is a single atom...
Atoms bind together to make up molecules
An infinite number of molecules make up our universe
Our universe combines with billions of other universes
and those combined universes are but a tiny piece of...
that pesky little flake of dandruff on my shoulder
2/27/2013
There was a raven haired baby
Small for his age and rarely cried
looking out with weak eyes
hoping someone will love me...
A mama not commited to being a mom
Young for her age of sixteen
Wild oats not yet sown
spaced out on dope most of the time...
Thinks if I just put my hand on his mouth...
Never is too late to help
Artist
D r a w
Life
A form called Brevette
noun
verb(action) spaced out to show action
noun (object)
Definition:
Draw:
1) to make(a picture, image, etc.)
2)to cause(attention) to be given to something or someone
3)to cause(something or someone) to come to attract
4)to describe something: to depict or describe something in words
The rainy season arrives
Today we have a gloomy and surly weather
It makes me feel heavy and depressed
Spaced out
Fed up
Finally retreat to a confinement
To avoid being wet out
The bustle and hustle of the outside
Being blocked out
An inner self is left
I feel somewhat alone and lost
Am l really alone
Of course not
I then think of my loved ones
I then think of God
Who is ever ready to attend to us
You have gifts given by the sun
They shine through; to you, I run
Every eight-ball I've been behind says, "You are the one!"
I think maybe my mind speaks to often, what's the word? Overmuch?
From your sunbeams, I've spaced out a little too much
So I'll talk a lot less and give you a little more intentional touch
The feels I have felt cannot be undone, I am alive because of these interactions, 'cause you are my person!
beyond love
'toy story'
streams
of
me
one
love
spaced out
line line line
line
ing
of
life
just beyond love
toy story white
how my teats
shear light
broken
chest
love proof vest
what have i become
get off of me this shadow
shadows of shadowy'er me
traces of what may have been
leaving myself for what
i
your lack
of
shape
answer
him this
what
are
you
beyond love
?
.
..
.
note to other selfs
huh
...
..
.
He does not look up,
he is struggling with a vision of me
that has no roots.
The brush in his small hand
is as thick as a besom
plunged into bone-white paper.
Eyes appear,
burning with love or impatience,
hard to tell.
The outline of a too large a head,
nose, mouth, and eyes,
purple, green and red streaks
adrift in a bubble.
Today I see again
that spaced-out image,
a garish cross-eyed mask
looking this way and that,
as it searches blindly for fatherhood.
Sun
S p l a y e d
Light
Trees
O p e n e d
Wide(expanse)
Shadows
b o u n c e d
Silhouettes
A new form to which I have been
introduced called Brevete..
Three words per poem
Words similar in length or syllables
First line word is a noun
Second line word is a verb
Third line word is a noun
The second line (verb) should be
spaced out to show action like the verb
I think it is ususally only one poem
but I chose to write three
Solitude behind the disguise.
Displaced smiles,
we see only in eyes.
Will we ever reach out
to each other in friendship?
Or will fear guide our hands to our sides?
Necessary distance,
alone in a spaced out crowd.
Walking hurried, no time.
Safety in isolation.
Contact no longer needed,
in keeping with the paradigm
Fear in high numbers
greatly denied for a moment,
placated with guarantees.
Denied closeness,
weeping for our past.
Do we invite to death's door to appease?