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
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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 firstname.lastname@example.org 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:
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.
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
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
Check out the review I did on Halo 4 for iSay.com!