Vincent Cuccolo
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The Pain TreeA Poem by Vincent CuccoloI know sometimes I collide Into the better half of myselfEntangled by the roots of this pain treeTearing down my divine sky And every security you so .. |
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For One Sweet MomentA Poem by Vincent CuccoloMy canvas in the sky whited outThe moment I said goodbye to myself Damned my refection with a sickened stareAnd kissed the salty lips of a strangerOf .. |
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The CallA Story by Vincent CuccoloSaunders nervously fiddled with his hands, staring down at the hardwood floor before him. Nearby, an ebony grandfather clock sounded gently, its pendu.. |
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All Too CloseA Story by Vincent CuccoloHe stared at the weightless pills in his hand, each Prozac enveloping the surface of his skin in a deathly white. They called to him, the allu.. |
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The MarathonA Poem by Vincent CuccoloWhat do you do when your pulse runs a marathon? When your body itches and aches with fear, and the only way to save yourself is to scratch Every s.. |
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Dark ConsequenceA Poem by Vincent CuccoloPerceptions prison me These bars hold no sympathy But only discord I am where you decide I should be So set the stage where you want m.. |
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Assailed WingsA Poem by Vincent CuccoloA quaking pulseA desert-dry tongueA famished satisfactionThis f*****g list goes on and onDreams that never come trueOnly come undonePerfectly disappoi.. |
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Rapturous HeatA Poem by Vincent CuccoloI confided in you Whispered those three weighty words An air-borne risk Targeted dead-center Heat seeking Mind-blowingly precise .. |
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What I Make It to BeA Poem by Vincent CuccoloQuick note: I am using the words "vanity" and "arrogance" in a reckless-like manner, I'm not necessarily trying to convey myself in an egotistic light.. |
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The BulletA Poem by Vincent CuccoloThere’s nothing left to sayNothing left to doFor even the broken record refuses to spinWords forever the sameCancel each other outNullify by sec.. |
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