tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73725320014022267882024-03-13T12:41:50.304-06:00Patrick B Vince Twisted PoetFrom the dilapidated world inside his mind he captures images in words. Darker, seedier side of existence written in poetic verse.Patrick B Vincehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12336748959735847407noreply@blogger.comBlogger667125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372532001402226788.post-25733014739959245482021-02-03T11:03:00.000-07:002021-02-03T11:03:03.703-07:00too dame poor I try to be frugalI don’t spend beyond meanshard as I try I can’t get aheadevery month I end up in the redstealing from this to pay that insteadI have nothing fancyHell, have barely a thingneeds and wants walk a very fine linedifficult choices all of the time for me to survive I turn to crimetaking just what I needlike food and toiletriesmy survival depends on stealing you can’t imagine Patrick B Vincehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12336748959735847407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372532001402226788.post-47099081968020614022021-01-03T16:00:00.000-07:002021-01-03T16:00:02.260-07:00who'd of thunkat first I was taken abackI was hungry, needed a snackplease excuse my sudden out burstI was taken aback at firstred and bloody eat it rawI grasped at it with teeth and clawmouth went dry eyes all a muddyeat it raw red and bloodyme a cannibal who'd of thunkraw fresh meat makes me drunklike in the wild a savage animal who's of thought me a cannibalPatrick B Vincehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12336748959735847407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372532001402226788.post-85850373122871875652020-08-15T17:39:00.000-06:002020-08-15T17:39:29.083-06:00Twisted Thoughts
Twisted
thoughts inside my head
painted
in shades of black and red
where
silence is never heard
haunted
dream reality blurred
pain
so real I fear for my life
dissecting myself with a dull knife
I
wake up screaming in a cold sweat
feeling
the bed it's soaking wet
I
tried to calm and catch my breath
one
of these days it will be my death
and
on my tombstone I will have it readPatrick B Vincehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12336748959735847407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372532001402226788.post-66370809245489144312020-06-30T17:51:00.000-06:002020-08-15T17:55:11.451-06:00I'm infectious You
question me and my evil grin
I
felt like an infection under your skin
you
tried to scrub me off, dig me out
the
cure was simple admit your doubt
But
being stubborn you don't agree
now
if you do there's no guarantee
the
deals off and your world's in a spin
Spinning,
feeding the chaos within
it's
your prisoner, your detainee
whatever
you do don't set it free
It's
a queer thing we don't Patrick B Vincehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12336748959735847407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372532001402226788.post-65973398023028893282020-06-30T17:47:00.000-06:002020-08-15T17:49:39.582-06:00Black out
I
Pace the floor with nervous energy
my
hands are stained crimson
my
mind races over scenarios
each
ending up with me in prison
a
dead body at my feet
I
Pace the floor with nervous energy
I
couldn't recall who he was
what
happened to my memory
these
questions bomb bard me
as
I try to remember the night before
I
Pace the floor with nervous energy
this
wasn't a something I Patrick B Vincehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12336748959735847407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372532001402226788.post-49693222459730003572020-04-22T17:40:00.000-06:002020-08-15T17:44:05.729-06:00sickly sweet
the
air was thick with a sickly sweet stench
it
covers the skin
assaults
the taste buds
eyes
water from the gasses
just
can't get used to the smell
the
air was thick with a sickly sweet stench
dead
bodies abundant
decaying
flesh
the
sky blackened by flies
rats
and maggots made the ground seem alive
the
calling for the dead has begun
mass
graves not an option
burn
the Patrick B Vincehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12336748959735847407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372532001402226788.post-1045154268426683392019-11-19T17:40:00.000-07:002019-11-19T17:40:55.483-07:00Winter
death of winter has settled inthe sickness was heavy in the airit could be felt on the skinwondering strangers beware
sore throat and fever is how it beginselders and children didn't have a prayerdeath of winter has settled inthe sickness was heavy in the air
people went crazy filled the loony binstoo weak to fight to tired to carethere was no escaping it was everywhereGod's punishment for Patrick B Vincehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12336748959735847407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372532001402226788.post-42407145543056870132019-11-19T17:34:00.000-07:002019-11-19T17:34:47.947-07:00Pride
Torture at my fingertipsit breaks the silence of the nighta barbed wire bat just for kickstickles my heart to cause such frightI bash in some poor blokes head
I know my thinking isn't rightall my friends end up deadI stay in the shadow out of the lightlike the monster under the bedblood stained teeth and crimson lips
if you could witness the bloodshedflesh peeled off in stripsnot mine but Patrick B Vincehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12336748959735847407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372532001402226788.post-85645702083825103502019-11-16T19:37:00.002-07:002019-11-19T17:41:36.686-07:00it's a living
I
don't spend time wondering if I get caught
I
know what I did and what I did not
I
kill people for a living
the
things I do are unforgiving
with
these two hands I took a life
another
was taken with my knife
A
plastic bag over the head
it
didn't take long before she was dead
a
rope and a slip not I watched him hang
I
think I giggled watching him swing
a
gun killed two with a single Patrick B Vincehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12336748959735847407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372532001402226788.post-17414336432102457232019-09-13T21:39:00.002-06:002019-09-13T21:40:12.132-06:00I had to wonder
I
had to wonder
why
I stayed and listened to the bullshit
about
the stupid complaining blah blah blah
if
you knew you were a god damn hypocrite
how
it is your voice rubs my nerves raw
I
had to wonder
who
was it that introduced us
how
the hell did we become friends
if
you're someone I could trust
why
there's no trust in the end
I
had to wonder
when
I became the hunter
when
I Patrick B Vincehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12336748959735847407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372532001402226788.post-77611783527052362742019-09-13T21:37:00.004-06:002019-09-13T21:37:50.730-06:00Inevitable
my
mind's a mess I can't think straighttime's flashing by the hour's
latecan't stand the pressure can't stand the stressI can't
think straight my mind's a mess
can't
take the blood can't take the goreskeletons in the closets bodies
under the floorI lost the thing I once belovedcan't take the
gore can't take the blood
I
did it again I give upI cleaned her face can't stand the makeupI
Patrick B Vincehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12336748959735847407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372532001402226788.post-63673239030786195602019-09-13T21:36:00.003-06:002019-09-13T21:36:28.366-06:00Who the fuck is Alice
Rabid
Rabbit down your holeI
follow like an imbecilecame
face to face with a Cheshire Cathissing
and spitting going off like thatthe
Tweedle brothers, bless their soulstook each other's lives long
agoHatter seemed normal on this queer stagethe March hare ate
the door mouse before he was slainRed Queen no longer screams Off
with their headhas none herself lest that's what's been said
Patrick B Vincehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12336748959735847407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372532001402226788.post-83920950984177204842019-09-13T21:36:00.000-06:002019-09-13T21:36:02.204-06:00I wish I could feel like you do
I
wish I could feel like you do
you
get angry and scream have a tantrum
no
I keep composure unlike you
my
emotions are like a phantom
or
when you cry over little things
tears
have a direct line to your heart string
walking
on egg shells to make you happy
making
my days with you crappy
the
neediness constant attention
My
heart you stole it for a ransom
does
nothing to Patrick B Vincehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12336748959735847407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372532001402226788.post-53556448903892300732019-09-13T21:32:00.001-06:002019-09-13T21:32:35.206-06:00my snow white
her
skin, white as fresh fallen snow against the crimson pooling in her
navalthe hilt of the knife buried deep in her heartfirst look
it was like a well known fableuntil I started dissecting her
apart
body
parts put nicely in packageswith care and precisionto be sure
there would be no damagesa sick sort of thought a captured vision
stored
nicely in a freezer in an old storage sheda complimentPatrick B Vincehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12336748959735847407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372532001402226788.post-19345292983738914772019-09-13T21:31:00.000-06:002019-09-13T21:31:25.471-06:00I'm the Victim
I
woke my head pounding
I
didn't recognize my surroundings
something
was terribly wrong
my
hands were bound tightly
I
could move my legs slightly
some
would say I was quite strong
a
bright light turned on above me
as
someone touched me freely
panic
began to set in
they
started by cutting my cloths off
gave
me oxygen I started to cough
I
was being put to sleep again
I
Patrick B Vincehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12336748959735847407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372532001402226788.post-30859938996371005642019-09-13T21:27:00.002-06:002019-09-13T21:27:25.379-06:00delivered a nightmare
I
was delivered a nightmare by a daydreamwoke
myself by my own screamshad
a guy eating my faceI
was discombobulated out of placesweat
was poring off my fleshI couldn't get the feeling from my
skinwould the terrors ever end
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© 2019 PatrickBVince
Patrick B Vincehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12336748959735847407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372532001402226788.post-64552794010948401892019-09-13T21:26:00.001-06:002019-09-13T21:26:10.249-06:00piss off
I'm
done being your soundboardyour
personal punching bagthe
one you get your frustrations out oni'm
done with the excuseshiding the bruisescovering up the black
eyesthe person I fell for is goneI don't know who you
areyour words are hollowyour touch cold as iceI have no
more heartI'm no longer your wife
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© 2019 PatrickBVince
Patrick B Vincehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12336748959735847407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372532001402226788.post-31992279102095651772019-03-16T18:57:00.000-06:002019-03-16T18:57:18.457-06:00reality
it's time to wake upget the dirt from under your nailsclean the blood of your handstime is your enemyyou're wanted from across the lands
Spring is coming soonthe snow almost all gonepanic's not the thing to dowhen they finally find the bodiesbreathe, you weren't there
thirteen and counting
Patrick B Vincehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12336748959735847407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372532001402226788.post-87708557900170638292019-02-06T19:03:00.000-07:002019-02-06T19:03:44.722-07:00Night's Jester
trust me he says with diabolical eyes
with stomach turning I inquired why
why? he says perplexed never a question had been asked
why? he seemed hexed but recovered quite fast
because I know the night
the creatures that stay
I know the trails where each one lays
I'm your best bet to Patrick B Vincehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12336748959735847407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372532001402226788.post-76152231999791669372019-02-06T18:58:00.000-07:002019-02-06T18:58:14.544-07:00time again
to be in heat
a Prisoner of need
I want to hear the screams
watch someone bleed
a craving so determined
so relentless
gnaws on my bones
mentally beaten senseless
I self medicate
try to resist
holding myself back
making my checklist
he'll never be found
someone fictitious
a runaway
he was delicious
Patrick B Vincehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12336748959735847407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372532001402226788.post-31092338692347891982019-02-06T18:50:00.000-07:002019-02-06T18:50:59.120-07:00Happy Face
thinking the thoughts I thunk
would make anyone go mad
a colorful a ray of red black and blue
it's almost depressing quite sad
I manage to put on a happy face
a facade of the monster I may be
detached from the norm of reality
I was chosen by God's good grace
to strike fear in the human race
sending the sheep back to the Shepard
except for those that I slaughtered
sacrifices to a Patrick B Vincehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12336748959735847407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372532001402226788.post-5302006054179598652019-01-06T01:52:00.001-07:002019-01-06T01:53:28.865-07:00the norm to see
It
had become the norm to seemake shift home
under a tree
a
living pile of blankets at the parkwhere children play and dogs
bark
rain
or shine a guaranteeit had become the norm
to seein the day light or after dark
whoever
it was was leaving a mark
seasons
come and seasons go
hot
is replaced by bitter cold
it
had become the norm to see
a
living pile of blankets under a tree
Patrick B Vincehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12336748959735847407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372532001402226788.post-67079122489385549682018-12-20T08:48:00.002-07:002018-12-20T08:48:19.447-07:00mind readerwhat makes you think I can read minds
you keep your emotions hidden inside
I can't decipher what your facial features say
to me they all look the same anyway
your sarcastic gestures I find quite absurd
slamming doors like a Morris code
walking around like a storm cloud
don't know why you can't talk to me out loud
what makes you think I can read mindsPatrick B Vincehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12336748959735847407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372532001402226788.post-90026081375636637562018-12-20T08:37:00.003-07:002018-12-20T08:37:52.483-07:00I don't know
it's
frustrating
aggravating
blows
my fucking mindset something downturn around and it's goneI
had it just moments agonever left the roomwhere did it gohow
could I have forgottenwhy is it I don't know
it
happens too oftenforgetting things
lost
in the black hole of my mindin the abyss of my brainhonestly
where did it go
constantly
forgettingwhy is it I don't know
Patrick B Vincehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12336748959735847407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372532001402226788.post-3578975740579468362018-12-12T22:55:00.001-07:002018-12-13T23:49:32.107-07:00one summer nightWilling victim
laying in wait
was blindfolded
it must be fate
I chicken hawk he
the chicken
laying in wait
willing victim
soft touch caress
a wicked smack
with both hands I
trace his back
to a gorgeous ass
I'm impressed
a wicked smack
soft touch caress
I spread his
cheeks sweet puckered hole
stand at
attention hardened pole
a swollen head
the precum leeks
sweet puckered
hole I spread his Patrick B Vincehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12336748959735847407noreply@blogger.com0