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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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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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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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Yes or No, Vincent? — Journal Entries 2023
To end a long two months of utter chaos, realism, and self-peace, I found myself engaging more in the “no” aspects. I thought those months were my end. Life can be such a great place for you to become your own people, places, and things. While trying to seek no evil revenge or reasoning from…
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How are you feeling right now? — Journal Entries 2023
Oui—trying to communicate within myself to convince myself that the people, places, and things aren’t out to get me. In other words, it’s hard for me to expect compassion and empathy.
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P.P.T. — Journal Entries 2023
He sees the fictional stories felt from his people, places, and things. Shaking body, rushing through his tasks while outside his safe space. He sees the fictional sorrows that want to be told to him. He just wishes for nonfiction sorrows instead.
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Steps of a PTSD Attack: Him — Journal Entries 2023
• Your personal preference is interfering with someone’s life—overthinks. • Flap those wings, as if you’re the greatest of them all—the ego reminder. • The silent storm—the brain begins to overthink. • Breaks down: freezes, shakes, and walks away. • In emotional distress—the “fight or flight.” • Reminder to self: you are the greatest of…
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What’s your favorite time of day? — Journal Entries 2023
Nighttime—the world is resting, no one to be seen. I mean… “once in a blue moon, you’ll see someone…” The imagery response is: shaky—mornings. Thoughts—overthinking afternoons. Ego—nights, a wandering soul. Those who are up are not his company to keep. Rephrase: “PHEW.” They’re just back at the old people, places, and things.
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The Bitter Symphony of Broken Hearts — Journal Entries 2023
Life is good when your heart breaks. Life is good when your mind goes full throttle and you’re pouring down tears of rain caused by their “revenge conspiracies.” Yeah, conspiracies. I mean, at this point, it’s so believable that my people, places, and things are the only so-called astrologists.
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What daily habit do you do that improves your quality of life? — Journal Entries 2023
There’s a new remedy I saw on the Today show: tapping—three taps on certain parts of your body. It’s helped me cut down on cigarettes, anxiety, and lately, my personal experiences. (I know—broad.)
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Damn — Journal Entries 2023
I have so much going for me, and the evil eye still surrounds me with their daily urges, which are becoming so routine.
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I’m Sorry I Didn’t Relapse, I’m Just Mentally Ill—It’s Called Attacks — Journal Entries 2023
I believe my pacing has to do with my anxiety. I’m sorry. It’s not a relapse. Ask my old people, places, and things. Again, another questionable decision by the new people, places, and things. But you checked on my privacy, and now you’re turning it back on me, with some alleged errors? I’m sorry I…
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This Is the PTSD Talking — Journal Entries 2023
I’m praying for the days ahead that will bring an at-ease mindset—finding some kind of way so that the people, places, and things won’t rush my end date. Praying for days of some kind of solid healing, for my body at least. I am beautiful— the inside is slowly tarnishing away. The daily reporter reported…
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Subtle Deceptions — Journal Entries 2023
Sometimes telling yourself to be subtle will attract the opposite of what you are wanting. The key word is “wanting.” Wanting is the unknown. (Are the people, places, and things thriving off the evil eye portrayed by both sides?) Yes, both sides. Imagine this: you’re at a fight with the people, places, and things. Plot…
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I Guess the World Hasn’t Had Different Days — Journal Entries 2023
Easy isn’t how I want you to portray your stigma when you first meet me. Create an unknown stigma. He likes to understand the unknown; it creates a new stigma for his people, places, and things. Pour your heart out without even speaking. Cry him a melody so he can change. Make a rainbow to…
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What’s your favorite recipe? — Journal Entries 2023
To answer in Poetic Vincent language: they can’t claim they held your hand through the struggles when the only hand being held was your left, as you put your right and left together. You then begin asking for help, guidance, and some truth during these sinking times, to find some helpful melodies. —So, this.
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Tell us about the last thing you got excited about. — Journal Entries 2023
This— moments ago. The backstory: there’s a bar across the street that’s always loud.
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Boy Oh Boy — Journal Entries 2023
Don’t call me a narcissist if you know my self-worth. I am not the mirror to your insecurities. It’s your judgment, based on your ignorance, that brings up the evil eye for nonsense scenarios that don’t have to happen.
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How would you design the city of the future? — Journal Entries 2023
[Here the original quotes the opening of John Denver’s “Take Me Home, Country Roads,” the West Virginia song.] We are moving too fast, creating imagery that has to be done or we’re shunned out by groups, labels—you name it, I guess. To answer with honesty: the old way. The way of trusting. Teaching unconditional love,…
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Everybody Wants Something — Journal Entries 2023
Imagine if the world wanted your attention. Imagine nine billion people knowing your people, places, and things. Yeah, the fucked-up part— remember, hated by many and loved by very few? The circle you need has to be small. The circle also needs to be large. Enemies fuel your fire, charisma, and stigma. Correct me if…
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Where did your name come from? — Journal Entries 2023
The answer: He is starting to create a name that can live in history, for the world to see as a limelight on the inner thoughts of our conversations—pure self-hate, selfish thoughts—and to prove to ourselves that we are more than just our names. Yet it starts with knowing the seed that created the roots…
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F*ck You — Journal Entries 2023
Walking through the forest of invalid information you gave me to find my way back home, I started to hurtle into an angry, confused, and scared state of mind, so that the things around me became concerned with the aura I was beaming. Walking through the forest of invalid information you gave me turned me…
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You Get What You Get—Idk — Journal Entries 2023
Ignorance comes from three seasons: fall, winter, and summer. It’s never springtime. Spring is the climax to any story— everything comes back to life. I mean, that’s the catch-22: everything.
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What motivates you? — Journal Entries 2023
To answer this question—it’s pretty broad. To not relapse, to not fight fire with fire, and to not give up on myself? Hmm… I guess when you have PTSD, the people, places, and things are likely the reason why you haven’t given up. I did say this question is pretty broad. Thank you, next?
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You Allow It to Happen—Mind Reset, 100% Completed — Journal Entries 2023
These past days, the world has been in charge of his mindset. He self-destructed into a pit full of his own pity parties, created by the people, places, and things. Just imagine how his mindset is today: embarrassed, shocked, and grateful. Yeah, that last word was the purpose of the pity parties. This weeklong pity…
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Advertisement: Anyone? — Journal Entries 2023
Starting to devalue my self-esteem by the people, places, and things. Becoming the center of focus, the all-eyes-on-you type of guy. As I start to devalue my self-esteem, I’m just trying to figure out the chain to my rhythm— to the root, to when it all began.
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Sold-Out Show — Journal Entries 2023
If he consumed your thoughts, maybe he proved the point of “He is him; no one can break him”— that type of melody. As you try to reach for his downfalls, he is right on top, overlooking your insight of incomplete information that has zero relevance to any tragedy you thought would create the end…
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