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.
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Apr 2016 11:47pm
1st Apr 2016 11:47pm
It's Done Now (Sunrise)
Yeah, its done now
I saw your eyes
Glinting and shimmering
Before the sunrise
But now I'm on my own
And you are too
The words you said
Weakened me like a flu
We came at dawn
Naked and cold
The wind blew strong
Suddenly felt so old
With limbs paralyzed
By the thought
Of the end of the line
But I fought
Now I'm stronger
I must admit
These things happen
And people don't give a shit
But from within you
You can sense
Your hearts aglow
And no longer so dense
I saw your eyes
Glinting and shimmering
Before the sunrise
But now I'm on my own
And you are too
The words you said
Weakened me like a flu
We came at dawn
Naked and cold
The wind blew strong
Suddenly felt so old
With limbs paralyzed
By the thought
Of the end of the line
But I fought
Now I'm stronger
I must admit
These things happen
And people don't give a shit
But from within you
You can sense
Your hearts aglow
And no longer so dense
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Mar 2016 7:23pm
30th Mar 2016 7:23pm
in the palms of saints
to the sound of the guns and the sirens and the screams
i look upon you and ask that you don't hear my words
with all my heart and soul i feel the tattered clothes
hanging on your frail frame like an innocent man dangling
over a retractable floorboard
marching through the forest and then the town and through streets
paved with the blood of the children of the downtrodden
mothers cry out for the one true savior of their grief
the creator of all things holy and good and unmistakable
hears the chaos with a cool grin
it is he who witnesses the...
i look upon you and ask that you don't hear my words
with all my heart and soul i feel the tattered clothes
hanging on your frail frame like an innocent man dangling
over a retractable floorboard
marching through the forest and then the town and through streets
paved with the blood of the children of the downtrodden
mothers cry out for the one true savior of their grief
the creator of all things holy and good and unmistakable
hears the chaos with a cool grin
it is he who witnesses the...
523 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Mar 2016 3:42pm
21st Mar 2016 3:42pm
These Walls Have So Much to Say
These walls have so much to say.
Bleeding through the color and the grime.
That sinking feeling when you pray.
Hands clasped, eyes closed tightly.
With tears streaming down your cheeks.
Cumulating in a sick puddle on the floor.
I've been shipwrecked for weeks,
now, at the bottom of my brain.
All I see are these old bloodstains.
In times of duress,
4 AM and I'm stressed.
Backtracking and I guess
all the times that you pressed
me to express something more than sex
made me all too aware of my inadequacies.
Limping down the...
Bleeding through the color and the grime.
That sinking feeling when you pray.
Hands clasped, eyes closed tightly.
With tears streaming down your cheeks.
Cumulating in a sick puddle on the floor.
I've been shipwrecked for weeks,
now, at the bottom of my brain.
All I see are these old bloodstains.
In times of duress,
4 AM and I'm stressed.
Backtracking and I guess
all the times that you pressed
me to express something more than sex
made me all too aware of my inadequacies.
Limping down the...
550 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Oct 2015 4:44pm
11th Oct 2015 4:44pm
The Jungles of My Love
She'll never know
how I truly feel.
Because I go
about my business
swiftly and silently.
My heart feels
locked up like
it's been sentenced
to 25 to life.
And there's nothing
I can do to end this strife.
It's like a burning Hell
inside of my head.
She rings my bell
and I feel dead.
But I'm not.
I'm still breathing.
Feeling kind of hot.
Bobbing and weaving
through the jungles
of my love.
how I truly feel.
Because I go
about my business
swiftly and silently.
My heart feels
locked up like
it's been sentenced
to 25 to life.
And there's nothing
I can do to end this strife.
It's like a burning Hell
inside of my head.
She rings my bell
and I feel dead.
But I'm not.
I'm still breathing.
Feeling kind of hot.
Bobbing and weaving
through the jungles
of my love.
510 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Oct 2014 10:14pm
11th Oct 2014 10:14pm
I See
Bombs drop like fat gum-balls
Exploding and killing it all
And all the while, I eat my words
I feed, I feed, I feed
I talk and you can't hear me
Speaking on some other frequency
You mumble something weird
You see, you see the sea
In my heart and in my eyes
The changes aren't hard to see
I look up at dark grey skies
And I see, I see, I see
Exploding and killing it all
And all the while, I eat my words
I feed, I feed, I feed
I talk and you can't hear me
Speaking on some other frequency
You mumble something weird
You see, you see the sea
In my heart and in my eyes
The changes aren't hard to see
I look up at dark grey skies
And I see, I see, I see
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Sep 2014 1:52pm
29th Sep 2014 1:52pm
Let Go
Never knew how to lift it.
Only knew that I felt it.
Black skies hung constantly,
clouds formed viciously over me.
Never knew how to walk right.
Only knew I didn't talk right.
Black moods ever present
and false thoughts never relented.
It's different now, though.
I feel a certain energy.
In me, I know I can go
anywhere, despite the lethargy.
Anything, despite the misery.
And all I did was
let go.
Only knew that I felt it.
Black skies hung constantly,
clouds formed viciously over me.
Never knew how to walk right.
Only knew I didn't talk right.
Black moods ever present
and false thoughts never relented.
It's different now, though.
I feel a certain energy.
In me, I know I can go
anywhere, despite the lethargy.
Anything, despite the misery.
And all I did was
let go.
564 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th Sep 2014 4:19pm
26th Sep 2014 4:19pm
Naysayer (Don't Ask Me What I'd Do)
People never listen
to me.
Because they know
the truth.
That I've grown
to be
a naysayer and
truth bringer.
True honesty is
honestly
not something they're
used to.
So if you don't
want to
hear what I have
to say,
then please, please
never ask me
what I'd do.
to me.
Because they know
the truth.
That I've grown
to be
a naysayer and
truth bringer.
True honesty is
honestly
not something they're
used to.
So if you don't
want to
hear what I have
to say,
then please, please
never ask me
what I'd do.
496 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2014 12:53pm
22nd Sep 2014 12:53pm
Someone to Lean On
Sometimes I don't know how
You put one foot in front of the other
Despite all your hardships and
Battle scars bleeding, you smother
The bad and the good breathes free
Selective life is the life for thee
So look me in the eyes
and tell me everything.
In spite of the wide, wide
world, spread your wings
and you set yourself free.
The news on the TV tell us things
like wildfires and deaths
are the norm and singers sing
about meaningless sex, no love.
No, the things that we need
are nowhere to be seen.
I can be your...
You put one foot in front of the other
Despite all your hardships and
Battle scars bleeding, you smother
The bad and the good breathes free
Selective life is the life for thee
So look me in the eyes
and tell me everything.
In spite of the wide, wide
world, spread your wings
and you set yourself free.
The news on the TV tell us things
like wildfires and deaths
are the norm and singers sing
about meaningless sex, no love.
No, the things that we need
are nowhere to be seen.
I can be your...
702 reads
4 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
20th Sep 2014 12:46pm
20th Sep 2014 12:46pm
Feel the Way I Do
All I need is
a beat.
Do you know
what I mean?
Come up on the
bright streets.
Flip it around,
and it's obscene.
So baby, let me
live, let me see.
And I promise
I'll give it back,
they've got nothin' on us
because things never
looked so bright.
So bang the drum,
look my way.
Saw you smile
and look away.
That's when I knew
you feel the way I do.
Just know I feel the way you do.
a beat.
Do you know
what I mean?
Come up on the
bright streets.
Flip it around,
and it's obscene.
So baby, let me
live, let me see.
And I promise
I'll give it back,
they've got nothin' on us
because things never
looked so bright.
So bang the drum,
look my way.
Saw you smile
and look away.
That's when I knew
you feel the way I do.
Just know I feel the way you do.
556 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
16th Sep 2014 2:32pm
16th Sep 2014 2:32pm
A Little More f**ked Up Than Christmas
Now I don't
know why,
can't explain
it.
It's like this
feeling inside me
that grows with
each passing day.
Gradually and surely
increasing in intensity
until
splat!
Brain's on the
wall.
The red
really complements
the green
paint.
It looks like
Christmas
only a little
more fucked
up.
know why,
can't explain
it.
It's like this
feeling inside me
that grows with
each passing day.
Gradually and surely
increasing in intensity
until
splat!
Brain's on the
wall.
The red
really complements
the green
paint.
It looks like
Christmas
only a little
more fucked
up.
558 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Sep 2014 6:56pm
15th Sep 2014 6:56pm
My Dark, My Light
I've spent a lifetime
bathing in pools of sweat.
Thought you were my lifeline.
You prove me wrong again, and again.
My head spins as I slowly rise.
Always thought it would be different.
Used to call you "my prize".
But one thing I've never been is wise.
Constantly fooling myself left.
My body always throws me off track.
Veering around to the side I thought right.
Walking into white light that just goes black.
Listening to other people never did me much good.
Their words swim in my brain like vengeful parasites....
bathing in pools of sweat.
Thought you were my lifeline.
You prove me wrong again, and again.
My head spins as I slowly rise.
Always thought it would be different.
Used to call you "my prize".
But one thing I've never been is wise.
Constantly fooling myself left.
My body always throws me off track.
Veering around to the side I thought right.
Walking into white light that just goes black.
Listening to other people never did me much good.
Their words swim in my brain like vengeful parasites....
587 reads
0 Comments
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