Submissions by JohnVincent (JVD)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I usually just write whatever's on my mind. Could be anything. Brain-to-hand-to-page.
Open Letter (Heart Surgery)
Could you find it in your heart to tell me what I mean to you? I don't care if I'm a molecule or a nervous little stain on your brand new carpet or a skyscraper built in the prime of the city's financial boom. Just let me know, open your mouth, put a pen to paper for me. Graffiti my heart. I've just got to know.
Maybe I'm not strong enough to knock down your wall of insecurities and doubt. But I'm not a wrecking ball. I'm just a boy. A boy with doubts and insecurities and negativity all his own. Bit please... For me, if you can find it in yourself to just do me this favor, I will be...
Maybe I'm not strong enough to knock down your wall of insecurities and doubt. But I'm not a wrecking ball. I'm just a boy. A boy with doubts and insecurities and negativity all his own. Bit please... For me, if you can find it in yourself to just do me this favor, I will be...
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A minute
"I hate flowers," she said, her mouth curling toward the ground.
What kind of a woman hates flowers?
"I love nature. I'm in love with nature. But the thought of a flower as a token of affection makes me sad."
"Oh," slipped out of my mouth, barely audible. "Well what would make you happy then?"
After a moments pause with her eyes on my shoes, she looked up and directly into my pupils she said: "A minute."
After another pause, she opened her mouth again; "Just a minute."
And so I squatted down right there in...
What kind of a woman hates flowers?
"I love nature. I'm in love with nature. But the thought of a flower as a token of affection makes me sad."
"Oh," slipped out of my mouth, barely audible. "Well what would make you happy then?"
After a moments pause with her eyes on my shoes, she looked up and directly into my pupils she said: "A minute."
After another pause, she opened her mouth again; "Just a minute."
And so I squatted down right there in...
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Allow My Heart a Safe Place
I'll stand by you
Through hell storm
And through Heaven's Gates
Let you know
I love you
And hold you close
As long you allow me
And let me rest easy
Knowing my heart has a safe place
Through hell storm
And through Heaven's Gates
Let you know
I love you
And hold you close
As long you allow me
And let me rest easy
Knowing my heart has a safe place
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Running on Ruin
I reckon I came out the womb
Thinking and talking and saying
What's on my mind and it can't be stopped
Stream of consciousness hooked on playing
These games that I can't ever win
So please, please tell me what it is that's on your mind
Don't tread around that thorny bush, keeping me guessing
All day and all night I worship your glory
All in hopes of one day telling our story
So don't look at me with those ocean eyes
Just tell me the truth, I can't swallow those lies
Anymore or any less than I already have
Been running so long, I don't know...
Thinking and talking and saying
What's on my mind and it can't be stopped
Stream of consciousness hooked on playing
These games that I can't ever win
So please, please tell me what it is that's on your mind
Don't tread around that thorny bush, keeping me guessing
All day and all night I worship your glory
All in hopes of one day telling our story
So don't look at me with those ocean eyes
Just tell me the truth, I can't swallow those lies
Anymore or any less than I already have
Been running so long, I don't know...
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You're 21, So Are You Married?
Surrounded by people
Who should be sobbing
Who were laughing
And talking and joking
Around and around
My great aunt calls me over
She asks me how I'm doing
I say good, not bad
She asks how old I am now
I say I'm going to be 21
In a week
She asks if I'm married yet
Uhh no...
She asks if I
"Atleast"
Have a girlfriend
I hesitate
And say no
So she looks around
And walks away
Why?
Who should be sobbing
Who were laughing
And talking and joking
Around and around
My great aunt calls me over
She asks me how I'm doing
I say good, not bad
She asks how old I am now
I say I'm going to be 21
In a week
She asks if I'm married yet
Uhh no...
She asks if I
"Atleast"
Have a girlfriend
I hesitate
And say no
So she looks around
And walks away
Why?
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Anxiety, the Guillotine
The breeze smacks
The nervous sweat
On my lower back
And forehead
Anxiety, the guillotine
It wants blood
Here just in time
"Off with his head."
I thank it
For taking note
Of when times
Call for calm
I'm rendered useless
Thanks for that
That cold reminder
Of all of my inadequacies
The nervous sweat
On my lower back
And forehead
Anxiety, the guillotine
It wants blood
Here just in time
"Off with his head."
I thank it
For taking note
Of when times
Call for calm
I'm rendered useless
Thanks for that
That cold reminder
Of all of my inadequacies
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Hesitation Like a Ghost
She sat there
Her heavenly locks blowing
The same tune as the wind
Carelessly flowing
As if they were going
That way before the air suggested so
Her eyes glinted off the blue moonlight
Shining so bright that I couldn't look at them directly
For fear I might lose my nerve
Even though whatever nervous energy
That would've translated as "nerve"
Was already long gone
And replaced with shock and awe
My plan to search and seek out
Was hung on the invisible hook
Floating next to me
In between the two of us
A taunting...
Her heavenly locks blowing
The same tune as the wind
Carelessly flowing
As if they were going
That way before the air suggested so
Her eyes glinted off the blue moonlight
Shining so bright that I couldn't look at them directly
For fear I might lose my nerve
Even though whatever nervous energy
That would've translated as "nerve"
Was already long gone
And replaced with shock and awe
My plan to search and seek out
Was hung on the invisible hook
Floating next to me
In between the two of us
A taunting...
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Say, What's in That Old House?
Say, what's in that old house?
It's abandoned
Has been for longer
Than anyone can even remember
Even the old folk can't recall
Anything along the lines of the living
Taking up residence in there
Say, what's in that old house?
The neighbors say
That they see lights
At night, in the attic, the highest room
Flickering, switching, on, off, on, off
But no movement
Not even a sign as a breath being sucked in
Just a light
Of course, it could be kids
Filled with curiosity like their mothers and fathers
But the energy that...
It's abandoned
Has been for longer
Than anyone can even remember
Even the old folk can't recall
Anything along the lines of the living
Taking up residence in there
Say, what's in that old house?
The neighbors say
That they see lights
At night, in the attic, the highest room
Flickering, switching, on, off, on, off
But no movement
Not even a sign as a breath being sucked in
Just a light
Of course, it could be kids
Filled with curiosity like their mothers and fathers
But the energy that...
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We All Speak the Same Language
You can emanate noise
Vibrating from vocal chords
Off your tongue, out your mouth
For days on end
You can speak of things
Such as the news
The heat, the cold
As long as you please
But all of this acts
As a transparent, white blanket
Only barely managing cover
Of the burning inside
The experience and woes
Examining highs and lows
Observing until your eyelids grow heavy
Trying to say what only your body language can
We all speak the same tongue
No matter your cadence of speech
Or the way the people...
Vibrating from vocal chords
Off your tongue, out your mouth
For days on end
You can speak of things
Such as the news
The heat, the cold
As long as you please
But all of this acts
As a transparent, white blanket
Only barely managing cover
Of the burning inside
The experience and woes
Examining highs and lows
Observing until your eyelids grow heavy
Trying to say what only your body language can
We all speak the same tongue
No matter your cadence of speech
Or the way the people...
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Danse Macabre (Dreams of Dreams)
Dreams of parting oceans
Visions of green grass
I can see the clear valleys
I can hear the living animals
War cries and battle hymns
Fused into streams of static
Illuminated like when lovers meet
For the first time, for the last time
All I can conceive of are heart tremors
I dream, I see, I hear, I feel
I can taste the light
But I can't help from craving the dark
I dream of one day having real dreams
It really is harder than it seems
Do the dance that the skeletons do
Knees knocking and skulls bobbing
Mouthing mute words...
Visions of green grass
I can see the clear valleys
I can hear the living animals
War cries and battle hymns
Fused into streams of static
Illuminated like when lovers meet
For the first time, for the last time
All I can conceive of are heart tremors
I dream, I see, I hear, I feel
I can taste the light
But I can't help from craving the dark
I dream of one day having real dreams
It really is harder than it seems
Do the dance that the skeletons do
Knees knocking and skulls bobbing
Mouthing mute words...
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The Truth That Never Manifests
This is an ode to joy
And harmony of souls
Entwined in the heat
Born in the spark
Of exasperated speech
And heavy panting
Seeing our future
In droplets of sweat
That careen off of our
Singular form
Like an animal
Attempting escape
From inside of it's own head
The mental prison
It doesn't have the capability
Of properly articulating
This confusing, this horror
The art of not knowing
When we dance
And we cry in the grey moonlight
And we talk and we walk
Saying things we wish we could elaborate
But these...
And harmony of souls
Entwined in the heat
Born in the spark
Of exasperated speech
And heavy panting
Seeing our future
In droplets of sweat
That careen off of our
Singular form
Like an animal
Attempting escape
From inside of it's own head
The mental prison
It doesn't have the capability
Of properly articulating
This confusing, this horror
The art of not knowing
When we dance
And we cry in the grey moonlight
And we talk and we walk
Saying things we wish we could elaborate
But these...
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The Box, Miles and Miles Away
To write about love
How I was right
About nothing of
The likes of dynamic
And the ways
Of the supersonic
Hearts and flowers
Mean nothing
When put against hot showers
Stop, go, keep on moving
I've never understood slow
How people could be so passive
Even though I am one of then
Afraid of that fateful leap
Too scared to jump
Too scared to stay still
But living inside of fear
Is hilarious when you can see the box
From miles and miles
Away
How I was right
About nothing of
The likes of dynamic
And the ways
Of the supersonic
Hearts and flowers
Mean nothing
When put against hot showers
Stop, go, keep on moving
I've never understood slow
How people could be so passive
Even though I am one of then
Afraid of that fateful leap
Too scared to jump
Too scared to stay still
But living inside of fear
Is hilarious when you can see the box
From miles and miles
Away
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