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The Pain Tree

I know sometimes I collide

Into the better half of myself

Entangled by the roots of this pain tree

Tearing down my divine sky

And every security you so unknowingly bestow onto me

 

I know sometimes I should know better

When I toss and turn at night

THESE VOICES I CREATE

That pickpocket every hour

And suddenly change your face

 

I know sometimes the pressure builds

As we lock horns yet again

And saving me is all you yearn

But behind these walls, I know

Only you can heal these tears that burn

 

2013 Vincent Cuccolo  

Calling All Writers: An Opportunity Is Here!

Hey, all! 

I’m currently in search for serious poets/poetesses for a writer’s website known as Acoustic Ink (I was featured there myself a few years ago). I recently got approached to write an article for a special feature, and my friend who runs the company, Debbie Christoforatos, asked if I would like to become a permanent editor, and help her add more shining stars to the site. 

If interested, please submit your work to me via email at vcuccolo@gmail.com or message me on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/vincent.cuccolo

THIS IS NOT A SCAM! Acoustic Ink is an amazing, genuine foundation whose sole mission is to spread the magic of poetry. To prove the legitimacy of the website, you will find the link to my feature below: 

http://acousticink.com/portfolio/vincet-cuccolo/

If I like your work, then we will take the next step in the process, where I’ll conduct a written-interview with you to get more background on your writing skills.

Good luck, everyone! 

P.S. Serious inquires only, please!!

P.S.S. Please only submit POETRY! Short stories, manuscripts, or the like are not allowed. 

For One Sweet Moment

My canvas in the sky whited out

The moment I said goodbye to myself

Damned my refection with a sickened stare

And kissed the salty lips of a stranger

Of me

Every empty promise made

Just a blackened reminder

An arrow shot straight towards the soul

 

Flying on broken wings

How I have tried

To hold the sun

For its infinite warmth

And window into the sureness of tomorrow

Oh, and how I have begged

For the comforting cool of the moon

To close these stolen eyes

If only for one sweet moment

 

2013 Vincent Cuccolo

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