Poetry
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I Closed This Book — Phoenix Heart
They acted like they could burn out your light bulb. Like they knew our make and model. It’s a tragedy, jealousy. It started at birth, masked with daily doses of pharmaceuticals and traumatic damage that turned the family into my abuser. Undergoing the worst of the pandemic of post-traumatic stress, I shook through my whole…
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The Man Who Never Died All at Once — New Poems
I’ve lived a hundred lives, none of them simple. I died in corners no one looks — silent deaths, small fractures inside me, one after another, like cracks spreading through glass. But somehow, I kept getting back up — bloodied, bruised, but never broken. Pain twisted itself into blueprints, wounds spun into sharp ideas. I…
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In the Wake of Silence — Jaded
Silence is the loudest thing in the wake of everything I’ve said. The words hang in the air, unspoken, untouched, and I wonder if I’ll ever hear them again. But the silence speaks in ways the words never could, and I listen— even when there’s nothing left to say.
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The Unspoken Backdrop — Jaded
Love is something that makes us feel the happiest alive, but it can lie. When you think you’ve found someone, yet you’re left trying to forget. Days slip by, and still, you miss them. You sit in the past, letting it mold your well-being. What’s better in yourself? Who you were then? Nothing, actually. Tell…
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Inferno — Phoenix Heart
My heart is ticking its last breath for a cause from years ago, no longer shedding a tear, but quenching the flames of anger before your satire becomes a satanic regret.
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Shattered heart… — An Inconvenient Attachment
Shattered heart… then life feels over. The best of friends gave me the world. I couldn’t grasp how good it was. Leaving you, leaving the memories.
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I left myself to be with you, — An Inconvenient Attachment
I left myself to be with you, surpassing the worst in mind that kept telling me this was bad… listen to your heart.
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I Am a Fish — Freedom
I wonder if I will ever escape. I hear tapping noises. I see fingerprints on my glass bowl. I want to be free. I am a fish. I feel nothing at all. I touch something smooth. I worry if the cat will get me. I am a fish. I understand that I am stuck here…
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Let’s Try to Replace Your Satire of Rendered Jealousy — Phoenix Heart
…into a much greater chance of success than its priceless failure? It’s really ignorant, seeing how the winner is always the abused one. I say satire because the comedy show loses its joke once the self-proclaimed victim isn’t rendered guilty anymore.
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I Am the Boxer — Phoenix Heart
I know there are some stigmas that don’t define your definition of my self-growth—but it doesn’t need to be said for a cause. I know there are some stigmas that don’t define your definition of my self-growth. You don’t need to seek an audience for a reaction from me. That’ll make it a whole soap…
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Dear Carrier — Phoenix Heart
The demons that follow you—those acts of torture, those remedies, those made-up “it’s water under the bridge” excuses. It’s over. The birds kept pecking at my window. Once they finally shattered the glass, they delivered the words the heavens heard: how you deprived, drilled, and destroyed my character to those who worried. The demons that…
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Imagine the Pain… — Phoenix Heart
They took everything when it became his payday, remembering its questioning. They took his sanity. His kindness. His courage.
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Anxiety: Good or Bad? — Phoenix Heart
When the deed is done in good faith, the body responds—earthquake mode. Seconds later, a wholesome feeling grows, expelling another problem. Anxiety—how do I balance the difference between good and bad? “Remember, Vincent. Think of your anxiety as happy shakes.” —Lisa, V.W. The PTSD is speaking. Hmm.
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The Art of Relaxation — Phoenix Heart
I’m not sure what this chapter will be called, but let’s take away the suspense and think of it like this: He cried wolf to everyone and everything. Clear as day, they tiptoed away, trying to confront the evil in a self-sabotaging manner. You know, when the victim becomes the suspect. Yeah, that. So, how…
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God Is Good, My Good Is Good — Journal Entries 2023
One day we will never be forgotten; that’s the day we make history. Now, start small. Work your way up. Again, if the same repeating patterns continue, ask yourself: is it really the people, places, and things? They crossed his privacy, spoke of the illness he suffers, with their hearts set on pushing him away.…
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Built Different — Journal Entries 2023
The people, places, and things will forever try to create a world of misery for the “good die young” group. I’ll never be in the twenty-seven club, though. I’m an all-American bitch. I thrive off the idea of your torture. Just don’t try me; I don’t like ugly. I’m sexy and kind, but I see…
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Again, This Version of Vincent Expressed Here Is His Thera… — Journal Entries 2023
They tried, again. I mean, the whole city knows this one man. He’s crazy—he’s a druggie—he’s a narcissist—he doesn’t take care of his cats. LOL. No matter the grace he gives and the protests to the people who think he’s a spoof— imagine he told them he won? Now, would that work for him?
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*Yawn* I’m a Bit Tired, Anyways? Let’s Try Again? — Journal Entries 2023
The not-giving-a-fuck attribute I have comes from the saying “respect and response.” I’ll give the same tone as you give me. Don’t switch up— I saw it coming twice before I even clicked on you.
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Joker — Journal Entries 2023
You brought on your scared remedies. Now, that’s just dust in the wind? As if you were taught the dust in the wind somehow comes back? Oui. “Whoosh, whoosh.” Sweetheart, why so scared? Why so tense? That’s right— they’re clapping because of my ability, not your nonsense.
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Rising Above Adversity: The Brilliance of His Name — Journal Entries 2023
Grow his name like the daily topics that come out of your mouth. He slays the woe of burdens, as if he’d ask anyone for some type of emotional support. His abyss already feeds off the thought of his accusers. Practice the words that make him your daily topic. He’s too brilliant to feed a…
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What’s your favorite word? — Journal Entries 2023
Carry. I’ll use it in a sentence, in the Poetic Vincent mind: He carries himself with a burden, a heartache, a relapse, and dignity. Imagination isn’t sadness. That would be his favorite word: carry. Always carry thyself with a purpose, even if the burdens are destroying your soul. The heartache will come to an end.…
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Dear My Company I Kept — Journal Entries 2023
As the restful hours come to an end, I expelled my colleagues from the burning office, as if the price they gave me to pay hourly was even worth it. Some walked back in, looked back with such disgust. Ha. As the restful hours come to an end, I tried to expel my colleagues from…
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Just Needs to Be Heard — Journal Entries 2023
I don’t seek an emotional response to my daily complaints. They just need to be heard. Don’t justify my tone, either. It’s just your stigma, which you can’t seem to change about yourself. Please.
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What are you doing this evening? — Journal Entries 2023
In a truthful tone: Rage Unveiled I am not depressed. I’m angry. I am not selfish. I’m angry. If a person, place, or thing gets you feeling like ending yourself, correct thyself. I’m the type of person—like, “No, Vincent, you’re a baddie…” I am not depressed. I’m angry. I am not selfish. I’m angry. Dwelling…
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What personality trait in people raises a red flag with you? — Journal Entries 2023
Is safety at… fuck, that’s about 98% of a yes. People mistake karma. Yo, karma defined: a higher power will take control of such evil. God’s got this. Karma isn’t a physical form. It’s mental. Now, let’s try this again? Yeah? Grit is to be found. If you don’t see grit, tiptoe away. It’s not…
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How do you relax? — Journal Entries 2023
Answering in the Poetic Vincent mindset: you can’t express a thought of the underlying past troubles. Imagine—moving forward was like saying no. Lol, “point blank”? While sitting with oneself, do you shut down what’s around you? Laugh, tear up, and smile. You already passed the anger toward the thought of going backward. Now, with this…
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I’m Not Sure What This Chapter Will Be Called — Journal Entries 2023
Better yet, to take away the suspense, think of it like this: He cried wolf to the people, places, and things. Clear as day, they tiptoed away, tried to persuade the evil in a self-sabotaging way. Ya know, the victim turning into the suspect. Yeah, that.
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What brings a tear of joy to your eye? — Journal Entries 2023
This: Ten years ago, I published my first book. Three years ago, I made it to #7 on the Amazon charts. This year until next year: I’m making an app. I’m twenty-six. Don’t ever stop working on your dreams. You never know. Fall 2024: this was an app idea; now I’m partnering up with the…
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The Boxer — Journal Entries 2023
Sometimes, when life throws curveballs, missed goals, or even missed baskets, we undermine the stigma we want to change— self-growth, validation, success? The meaning behind this hardware questions our minds into emotional wreckage; we then seek out the answer: “Help?” Again, sometimes life throws curveballs, missed goals, and missed baskets. Pause, and remember the stigma…
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Morning(s) — Journal Entries 2023
Some mornings I just pour down tears of questionable energy from the people, places, and things. And oui, it’s a self-worthless taste.
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Why do you blog? — Journal Entries 2023
To better myself, you, and others. A hopeful future is the goal.
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