Poetic Prose
Vincent Poe writes with the urgency of emotion, capturing fleeting moments of inspiration and turning them into lasting expressions. His poetry is born from raw, unfiltered thoughts—each piece a reflection of life’s complexities, written in a single flow to preserve its authenticity. Vincent believes in the power of words to connect, heal, and ignite introspection, crafting verses that resonate deeply with those who encounter them.
The Written Work Of Vincent Poe
Written once always in first draft.
But Everybody Talking Shit, Suck anyways
Gazing into the void,
Validating the difference between light and dark,
While simultaneously trying not to become an emotional stranger to my own existence.
The cause of action is the wrath of peoples aching jealousy mindset,
Hateful Tendencies,
Or even unbalanced anger.
Family sees what they want to see,
blurred vision built on whispers and assumptions.
They call me names, paint me in colors I never chose,
a stranger in the portrait of my own life.
Because people show me kindness, because they give,
I’m condemned in the court of their minds,
my worth measured in gifts received,
like generosity has a price tag only I should pay
The Powerful force of him scared the owners of crown.
The atmosphere fills with stars,
outlining words of presumptive jumps,
edged in satire.
It’s the workings of the crown—
afraid of their own undoing.
Let’s hope
their anarchy thrives.
Death Does Wovens Emotions
Death held in the heartstrings of melancholy,
molding the heart, body, and soul
into a slouched-over form,
broken by people, places, and things.
He sits alone, complying with the consistency
of his trial, darkened by robust testimony.
Melancholy stretches from bogus testimony
to uplifting revelations.
Parting ways from family, friends,
aunts and uncles,
sitting in a burned-out field—
dark,
white,
gone.
Complying with consistency has drained
the robust testimony,
his final meaning:
Just wait for death.
He’s sitting on swings, waiting for honey.
Thank you, Mama—
Mother Mary.
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