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
27th Apr 2016 12:47pm
27th Apr 2016 12:47pm
The Easy Way Out is a Crime
Connecting the dots out of nowhere
This life has been quite a scare
Sudden realizations plague my being
Can't believe what it is that I'm seeing
The well was poisoned long ago
Radioactive molecules spreading through the air as it blows
What are you gonna do?
When there's nothing left to do?
How will you get off the floor this time?
When the easiest way out is a crime?
Nothing says "selfish" more than self-love
Look to the skies as they darken above
They don't want to see you succeed
They'll kill you right here, it's...
This life has been quite a scare
Sudden realizations plague my being
Can't believe what it is that I'm seeing
The well was poisoned long ago
Radioactive molecules spreading through the air as it blows
What are you gonna do?
When there's nothing left to do?
How will you get off the floor this time?
When the easiest way out is a crime?
Nothing says "selfish" more than self-love
Look to the skies as they darken above
They don't want to see you succeed
They'll kill you right here, it's...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
27th Apr 2016 2:20am
27th Apr 2016 2:20am
Flaws on My Sleeve, Heart in My Hands
Tripping, dripping, falling
Down this calm river
Sitting, wishing, hoping
I can always be your giver
Contemplating, over-thinking, sinking
On my rickety little boat
But I've got hope and hope is what I've always needed the most
I tend to get a little morbid
Forgive me if I say something stupid
Just always know
That I might be irrational
But I'd never take away the gift of breath
I will crawl on even when there's nothing of me left
So take my hand
And always next to me, please stand
Look me in my eyes
And remind me that...
Down this calm river
Sitting, wishing, hoping
I can always be your giver
Contemplating, over-thinking, sinking
On my rickety little boat
But I've got hope and hope is what I've always needed the most
I tend to get a little morbid
Forgive me if I say something stupid
Just always know
That I might be irrational
But I'd never take away the gift of breath
I will crawl on even when there's nothing of me left
So take my hand
And always next to me, please stand
Look me in my eyes
And remind me that...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Apr 2016 9:36pm
26th Apr 2016 9:36pm
Sensing Something Sinister Sliding Silently South
Carnivores in the cabinet
Theology through and through
Mothers can be so mysterious
Babies born into Barnum & Bailey's
Karate kicking you in the cunt
Piercing through your pathetic penis
Dangerous days and dumbed-down digital
Filming from the foyer, frame by frame
Losing your lackeys
Can't find your car keys
Utmost ulterior and undulating oceans
Aliens acting antsy
Dogs doing down-beat digging
Anti-aging advertisements in America
Over our own oak trees
People picking in Peru
Sensing something sinister sliding...
Theology through and through
Mothers can be so mysterious
Babies born into Barnum & Bailey's
Karate kicking you in the cunt
Piercing through your pathetic penis
Dangerous days and dumbed-down digital
Filming from the foyer, frame by frame
Losing your lackeys
Can't find your car keys
Utmost ulterior and undulating oceans
Aliens acting antsy
Dogs doing down-beat digging
Anti-aging advertisements in America
Over our own oak trees
People picking in Peru
Sensing something sinister sliding...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Apr 2016 6:39pm
25th Apr 2016 6:39pm
You Thought You Were Special
You thought you were special
A unique little fluttering snowflake
Amongst countless other snowflakes
Piling on top of each other
One by one, they all fall down
Culminating in stacks
Lumps, really
A unique little fluttering snowflake
Amongst countless other snowflakes
Piling on top of each other
One by one, they all fall down
Culminating in stacks
Lumps, really
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2016 1:22pm
23rd Apr 2016 1:22pm
Abstract Sadness in the Third Dimension
The clock ticks and ticks
The seconds, minutes, hours pass
The clock looks down from it's perch on the wall
The heart questions its validity
And sighs
The body grows and prospers
The thought of degenerating, down-grading persists
The body takes itself in and wants to embrace the only moments it has
The brain becomes distracted and lost in its own perception
And sighs
The Earth, the only planet where love is known to exist
The clock has no jurisdiction over it
The Earth, in all its cosmic glory and all-knowingness
The body, such a...
The seconds, minutes, hours pass
The clock looks down from it's perch on the wall
The heart questions its validity
And sighs
The body grows and prospers
The thought of degenerating, down-grading persists
The body takes itself in and wants to embrace the only moments it has
The brain becomes distracted and lost in its own perception
And sighs
The Earth, the only planet where love is known to exist
The clock has no jurisdiction over it
The Earth, in all its cosmic glory and all-knowingness
The body, such a...
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2016 5:43pm
22nd Apr 2016 5:43pm
Love is a Performance in Three Acts
at first she was passionate
at first she was kind
at first she said she liked me
and I didn't mind
even though I didn't know why
things were just great
things really seemed bright
things couldn't have gone better
she showed me the light
but then we started to fight
the end was creeping closer
the end of the line
the end of the bad and the good
every night I wanted to cry
and this time I knew why
now things are better
now things seem sort of right
now things pass me by
I feel like a...
at first she was kind
at first she said she liked me
and I didn't mind
even though I didn't know why
things were just great
things really seemed bright
things couldn't have gone better
she showed me the light
but then we started to fight
the end was creeping closer
the end of the line
the end of the bad and the good
every night I wanted to cry
and this time I knew why
now things are better
now things seem sort of right
now things pass me by
I feel like a...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Apr 2016 4:41pm
21st Apr 2016 4:41pm
Spitting Teeth
I got lopped in the face and
All I got was this mouthful of blood
Holding my head up high
With my shoes in the mud
Crusty-eyed, like I just rose from a long sleep
Wiping them clean with an old rag
I can see now, but then my ears start to ring
Hoisting myself up, an old and tattered flag
Cracking my neck, my ears clear again
The noise is like a bell calling me home
I take a step and my knees buckle
Take it as it comes like a young Ethan Frome
Standing up straight, my senses intact
For a moment, I ponder the crystal lake before...
All I got was this mouthful of blood
Holding my head up high
With my shoes in the mud
Crusty-eyed, like I just rose from a long sleep
Wiping them clean with an old rag
I can see now, but then my ears start to ring
Hoisting myself up, an old and tattered flag
Cracking my neck, my ears clear again
The noise is like a bell calling me home
I take a step and my knees buckle
Take it as it comes like a young Ethan Frome
Standing up straight, my senses intact
For a moment, I ponder the crystal lake before...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
18th Apr 2016 10:00pm
18th Apr 2016 10:00pm
God Laughs Above Me, Lucifer Laughs Below
God has never been a kind fellow
I know this from history and TV and my family
They say Lucifer, in Hell, he does bellow
Seducing the Holy and the poor and the wealthy
God does his best to protect the people
Shielding them from their eternal damnation
His followers, however, have turned into sheeple
As they curse the fallen angel from police stations
Focused on the church itself and ignoring beautiful steeple
To the highest mountain I go
Barefoot and starved blind
I stop to feel the cool wind blow
And take a seat to unwind
What comes...
I know this from history and TV and my family
They say Lucifer, in Hell, he does bellow
Seducing the Holy and the poor and the wealthy
God does his best to protect the people
Shielding them from their eternal damnation
His followers, however, have turned into sheeple
As they curse the fallen angel from police stations
Focused on the church itself and ignoring beautiful steeple
To the highest mountain I go
Barefoot and starved blind
I stop to feel the cool wind blow
And take a seat to unwind
What comes...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
18th Apr 2016 4:14pm
18th Apr 2016 4:14pm
Old Soul Blues
If there is one thing I'm proud of
It is that I can create
I might not be the sharpest knife
But use me and you can relate
School was never easy for me
My parents hardly pushed
That was a good thing though
I've never succeeded when rushed
My brain works in odd ways
I make connections where others don't
The light at the end of the tunnel
Is where I move to when others won't
I tend to think low of myself
For good reasons sometimes
But I know I will come out ahead
For I remix the reason and the rhyme ...
It is that I can create
I might not be the sharpest knife
But use me and you can relate
School was never easy for me
My parents hardly pushed
That was a good thing though
I've never succeeded when rushed
My brain works in odd ways
I make connections where others don't
The light at the end of the tunnel
Is where I move to when others won't
I tend to think low of myself
For good reasons sometimes
But I know I will come out ahead
For I remix the reason and the rhyme ...
532 reads
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DARK POEM
Published
18th Apr 2016 00:31am
18th Apr 2016 00:31am
i am a human wound
i am a wound
a wound
on the side of the earth
that it would scratch
if it could
perhaps
i am so miniscule
it does not want to waste
the energy it would take
to snuff me out
for now
i am waiting
waiting for the day
in which i am scratched
off the face of the planet
for good
a wound
on the side of the earth
that it would scratch
if it could
perhaps
i am so miniscule
it does not want to waste
the energy it would take
to snuff me out
for now
i am waiting
waiting for the day
in which i am scratched
off the face of the planet
for good
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DARK POEM
Published
16th Apr 2016 4:34pm
16th Apr 2016 4:34pm
Tracing My Sadness Down My Family Tree Part I
The best karma is being born
Into a good family
Those aren't my words, rather
They're Duncan Trussell's
Who happens to be my favorite comedian/philosopher/human I've never met
And he's right
Tons of truth live in that statement
I've seen it first hand
And I'm sure you have too
I've always been a rather melancholy person
Prone to frequent depressive episodes
That usually culminate in contemplating
My own death
Whether or not it is ethical to end it
By my own hand
Or getting someone else to
Get their hands dirty...
Into a good family
Those aren't my words, rather
They're Duncan Trussell's
Who happens to be my favorite comedian/philosopher/human I've never met
And he's right
Tons of truth live in that statement
I've seen it first hand
And I'm sure you have too
I've always been a rather melancholy person
Prone to frequent depressive episodes
That usually culminate in contemplating
My own death
Whether or not it is ethical to end it
By my own hand
Or getting someone else to
Get their hands dirty...
637 reads
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
16th Apr 2016 1:53pm
16th Apr 2016 1:53pm
The Third Dimension
Don't let the
Third dimension
Get you
Down
Third dimension
Get you
Down
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