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.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Mar 2013 3:47pm
6th Mar 2013 3:47pm
Rats
"A rat is a rat."
He said
"Attack, attack."
His double vision
Scares me sometimes
The way he fuses word
And ties ideas lines apart
He thinks along a separate plane
Always conscious of the next step
"A live rat is worth less than a dead one."
He looks down
"Because a dead rat is already dead."
I shake my head and
I agree, wholeheartedly
But he stares at me
Unsure if I comprehend his meaning
"Your eyes tell me you don't feel the same way,"
And his eyes dart to his shoes
I...
He said
"Attack, attack."
His double vision
Scares me sometimes
The way he fuses word
And ties ideas lines apart
He thinks along a separate plane
Always conscious of the next step
"A live rat is worth less than a dead one."
He looks down
"Because a dead rat is already dead."
I shake my head and
I agree, wholeheartedly
But he stares at me
Unsure if I comprehend his meaning
"Your eyes tell me you don't feel the same way,"
And his eyes dart to his shoes
I...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Mar 2013 9:01pm
5th Mar 2013 9:01pm
Fat Jackie (Sample Chapter)
CHAPTER I (unfinished)
Hi, I'm Jackie. I am 18 years old and I'm a senior at Brennan Burton High School in Frederickson, New York. Frederickson is the suburban wasteland that you've doubtlessly seen and read about in countless movies, TV shows and books concerned with life in these mind-numbingly dull pockets of land. If you can even call it "life", that is. However, I find that the aforementioned depictions of the people and happenings in towns like mine are, more often than not, completely wrong. It makes me wonder if the people writing these...
Hi, I'm Jackie. I am 18 years old and I'm a senior at Brennan Burton High School in Frederickson, New York. Frederickson is the suburban wasteland that you've doubtlessly seen and read about in countless movies, TV shows and books concerned with life in these mind-numbingly dull pockets of land. If you can even call it "life", that is. However, I find that the aforementioned depictions of the people and happenings in towns like mine are, more often than not, completely wrong. It makes me wonder if the people writing these...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Mar 2013 4:56pm
1st Mar 2013 4:56pm
Subatomic Particles
Subatomic particles
They jitter and bug on
Like the people
Late for work
That I see rushing about
Every day on the street
Just trying
To make something happen
A change
Is a positive thing
Well, you'd hope so
When something
Or someone
Or somewhere
Alters their way
When they or it
Evolves
You always hope for the best
But sometime
People, places, things
Nouns
Degenerate
And it's a shame
But it doesn't have to be that way
So
Here's to evolving
Here's to change
Here's...
They jitter and bug on
Like the people
Late for work
That I see rushing about
Every day on the street
Just trying
To make something happen
A change
Is a positive thing
Well, you'd hope so
When something
Or someone
Or somewhere
Alters their way
When they or it
Evolves
You always hope for the best
But sometime
People, places, things
Nouns
Degenerate
And it's a shame
But it doesn't have to be that way
So
Here's to evolving
Here's to change
Here's...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Feb 2013 6:22pm
24th Feb 2013 6:22pm
Deduce, deduce, deduce...
Her makeup is splattered on her face
Too much of it
Almost clown-like
And sloppy
She's insecure
Probably reeling from heartbreak
Her hair is pulled back
She hasn't been taking care of it lately
Lots of split ends
We all know
How girls like her
Despise anything but perfect hair
Her mind is scattered
She's drinking coffee
When she lifts it to her lips
Her hands shake a bit
It's probably not her first cup
Yep
She's going through something
When I approach
She looks down
And then pastes a horrific...
Too much of it
Almost clown-like
And sloppy
She's insecure
Probably reeling from heartbreak
Her hair is pulled back
She hasn't been taking care of it lately
Lots of split ends
We all know
How girls like her
Despise anything but perfect hair
Her mind is scattered
She's drinking coffee
When she lifts it to her lips
Her hands shake a bit
It's probably not her first cup
Yep
She's going through something
When I approach
She looks down
And then pastes a horrific...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
22nd Feb 2013 9:40pm
22nd Feb 2013 9:40pm
Jake, the Ladies and His Lack of Luck with Them
Second Grade: Jake found a note on his desk. The note simply asked: "Do you like me?" Below the inquiry were three check-boxes labeled "yes", "no" and "maybe". Jake was ecstatic because he saw who put the note on his desk. It was his crush, Kimberly. Jake hastily checks off "yes". When recess rolls around, he scans the playground for Kimberly. He spots her and rushes over with the note. Kimberly smiles as she talks to her friend Fiona, and notices Jake on his way over. Kimberly waves and Jake waves back. "I got your note," Jake says....
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
19th Feb 2013 5:42pm
19th Feb 2013 5:42pm
The Shakes
The Shakes
Jennifer didn't get enough sleep last night. She was up until 3 AM writing a book report. She just finished her fourth cup of coffee with cream and extra sugar. She's starting to get the shakes.
Bobby fidgets nervously an unnaturally comfortable seat in the waiting room of Dr. Stein's office. He got drunk last weekend and decided it would be a good idea to have sex with a girl who's known among as friends as "The Town Bus." She's a rather large girl whom almost everyone Bobby knows has had a go with. Bobby does his best to resist the urge to relieve the...
Jennifer didn't get enough sleep last night. She was up until 3 AM writing a book report. She just finished her fourth cup of coffee with cream and extra sugar. She's starting to get the shakes.
Bobby fidgets nervously an unnaturally comfortable seat in the waiting room of Dr. Stein's office. He got drunk last weekend and decided it would be a good idea to have sex with a girl who's known among as friends as "The Town Bus." She's a rather large girl whom almost everyone Bobby knows has had a go with. Bobby does his best to resist the urge to relieve the...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
19th Feb 2013 5:15pm
19th Feb 2013 5:15pm
Make it Quick, I've Got the Exploding Head Blues
Richard enters the same bar he's been frequenting for twenty-three years. His coat whips behind him and his hat nearly flies off his head as he rushes to his place at the bar. He looks at Ron, the bartender, who's been making his living on drunken tips and minimum wage his whole life.
Ron looks down at Richard and offers the man a weak smile. "The usual?"
Richard just stares down at the whiskey stained oak. "Make it quick, I feel like my heads about to explode."
Ron fills up a glass with straight gin and sets it down in front of Richard, who...
Ron looks down at Richard and offers the man a weak smile. "The usual?"
Richard just stares down at the whiskey stained oak. "Make it quick, I feel like my heads about to explode."
Ron fills up a glass with straight gin and sets it down in front of Richard, who...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
19th Feb 2013 00:59am
19th Feb 2013 00:59am
On Wearing Your Pain
Your pain is something you wear
Strapped
Pinned
Stapled
Nailed
To your chest
You can't hide it
There's no use
Why would you try to tuck away something so
Gratuitous
Toxic
Bloody
And
Beautiful?
It's too big to hide under your bed
Too shiny to hide in your dark corners
Too smart for you to try to question it's own existence
So you're stuck with it
And since you're stuck with it
You wear it
Wear it like the Badge of Courage it is
Like the Medal of Honor you earned
Like the Nobel Peace Prize you...
Strapped
Pinned
Stapled
Nailed
To your chest
You can't hide it
There's no use
Why would you try to tuck away something so
Gratuitous
Toxic
Bloody
And
Beautiful?
It's too big to hide under your bed
Too shiny to hide in your dark corners
Too smart for you to try to question it's own existence
So you're stuck with it
And since you're stuck with it
You wear it
Wear it like the Badge of Courage it is
Like the Medal of Honor you earned
Like the Nobel Peace Prize you...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Feb 2013 10:59pm
17th Feb 2013 10:59pm
Thoughts/Actions/Life/Et Cetera
I find solace
In that thoughts are imaginary
Fever dreams
Nothing much to them
Until you act
That line that exists
Between your mind's tellings
And your mouth's doings
Is a beautiful thing
It's what I hang my hat on each day
And then there's that thing
Life
It's a weird one
An old, odd friend
Who you don't know whether to kiss
Or to lure into a back alley
Intent on cutting their belly open
To see what falls out
In that thoughts are imaginary
Fever dreams
Nothing much to them
Until you act
That line that exists
Between your mind's tellings
And your mouth's doings
Is a beautiful thing
It's what I hang my hat on each day
And then there's that thing
Life
It's a weird one
An old, odd friend
Who you don't know whether to kiss
Or to lure into a back alley
Intent on cutting their belly open
To see what falls out
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Feb 2013 9:30pm
13th Feb 2013 9:30pm
First Rejections
When I was young, I was a dreamer
Looking to everything with a glint in my eye
When I would see a girl in my sleep
I'd wake up, hold my head and sigh
Never knew the meaning of an ego
I just knew I was never right
And I never really thought to fight
But this girl kept showing up
She'd pass me in the hall and she'd smile
Never mustered any legitimate courage
So I went online and asked "what's up?"
My heart never ran so fast before
I was optimistic and foolishly so
Never spoke a word to her in person
Always preferred to...
Looking to everything with a glint in my eye
When I would see a girl in my sleep
I'd wake up, hold my head and sigh
Never knew the meaning of an ego
I just knew I was never right
And I never really thought to fight
But this girl kept showing up
She'd pass me in the hall and she'd smile
Never mustered any legitimate courage
So I went online and asked "what's up?"
My heart never ran so fast before
I was optimistic and foolishly so
Never spoke a word to her in person
Always preferred to...
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DARK POEM
Published
12th Feb 2013 2:49am
12th Feb 2013 2:49am
I f**ked Up
I told myself
To think before I acted
But I didn't
Now I wish it all away
I threw myself
On a bloody slab
I told myself
That you would be gentle
But now I'm bleeding
Like they were bleeding
And I can't seem to stitch up my wounds
I've fucked up
And I'm about to fall
I've fucked up
And now I'm falling
I've fucked up
And I've fallen
I've fucked up
And I can't get up
I've fucked up
Because I fell for you
To think before I acted
But I didn't
Now I wish it all away
I threw myself
On a bloody slab
I told myself
That you would be gentle
But now I'm bleeding
Like they were bleeding
And I can't seem to stitch up my wounds
I've fucked up
And I'm about to fall
I've fucked up
And now I'm falling
I've fucked up
And I've fallen
I've fucked up
And I can't get up
I've fucked up
Because I fell for you
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Feb 2013 00:37am
12th Feb 2013 00:37am
Hoping It's Just a Phase
I am stuck
Returning
Still sitting and
Burning
Flipping over yearning
Turning
Sides with the tide
Learning
To keep my head on straight
With your absence
Brings frequent gloom
Nothing that you said
Seems to escape my head
The words they bounce
Just as buoyant as ever
You can never be mine
But my ties will never sever
What we were
Adjusting every day
As my belt begins to loosen
Losing weight and gaining bad thoughts
All the while you still linger
At the forefront of my mind
You say shitty...
Returning
Still sitting and
Burning
Flipping over yearning
Turning
Sides with the tide
Learning
To keep my head on straight
With your absence
Brings frequent gloom
Nothing that you said
Seems to escape my head
The words they bounce
Just as buoyant as ever
You can never be mine
But my ties will never sever
What we were
Adjusting every day
As my belt begins to loosen
Losing weight and gaining bad thoughts
All the while you still linger
At the forefront of my mind
You say shitty...
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