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AGE:
22
LOC: Irving, TX
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: October 01
LOC: Irving, TX
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: October 01
My name is Vince, and I’m a 22-year-old college student majoring in Journalism. I right poems and only very recently short stories in my free time—all of which are open to interpretation. And of course, I welcome all criticism or praise.
As for reviewing people’s work, I do not pretend to understand every poem or story, but I will do my best.
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Ugh. My head feels two-sizes too big, swollen and bruised. A headache such as this, I have never had before. My temples, cranium and sinuses are thrilling and aching. I knew I shouldn’t have taken those shots of Absinthe -- a drink for the intellectuals -- and Patrón. Also, that secondhand smoke is undoubtably further damaging my already asthmatic lungs. I told myself those nights of drunken debauchery and recklessness were over. No more waking up at a Greyhound station in the neighboring sta...
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On a breezy night so eerie, while he mulled tired and teary, over a single and intimate note written on a slate, he began to fade, and then unexpectedly, heard something shaking, as if some thing was taking, taking his golden gate. "It’s just the wind," he mumbled, "shaking my golden gate- Till' the morning it can wait." Lighted by the crescent moon, in the opposite calendar month of June, he held a ring with a heart-shaped stone for his one and only soulmate. Looking down at it, he still cou...
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Rain drops pound on my window Oh, how I wish they were gently tapping Instead of this hard wrapping The thunder's clapping matches my heart Simultaneously, beat for beat Over my eyes at the moment is the sheet Uncovered and cold are my feet Lightning flashes seeping through my curtain Creating shadows making me uncertain Uneasy I become For what's to come The wrapping once at my window has switched To my closet door and now is low-pitched Coming from the skeletons locked away That I keep hidd...
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Echoing off the ruins of the old church is the organ's music causing most to perch Light shines through the stain glass allowing sight to a funeral, not mass Lying front and center is a man no more just a body without a soul, his core now just a thought of yore, something no longer in store Even with all their beliefs and devotion friends and family have thrown emotions. Some angry and others sobbing, from the pain of their heart throbbing. He was... seemingly normal with no apparent warnings...
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'm a prisoner longing to be free, believe me, you soley hold the key I plead, Save me from myself For I request your help Absolve me of my collective sin, dig me out of this skin, allow a new kid to live I need you to... Save me from myself It's something you can do yourself Forgive me for my weakness, I've become sleepless, relieve me of this bleakness Please, Save me from myself I cannot do it by myself Because my talent lacks ambition, guide me to a meaningful mission, without it I'm on th...
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I really enjoyed this. Your detail and imagery is written very well -- as is the story itself. The part where the rescue dog didn't return to being himself until he was washed and all the victims' blood was free of him got me. I'm very sorry, however, that you witnessed that. It's very disheartening that we as fellow human commit atrocities such as that to one another.
I think you have a nice piece and that the grief is evident -- of course, as it should be. And, I like that it is not somber and overly melancholy. I'm not so sure on whether it is publishable, however. I'm not qualified to make such decision. I enjoyed reading it nonetheless.
It's kind of catchy, although I'm not understanding what you're getting at. Perhaps its me.
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