Not Long Left

Rookie (17.05.1981 / The Molten Core)

Not Long Left Poems

401. The Street 6/28/2006
402. The Olive Tree Has Olives Father 8/3/2006
403. A Little Distant, Yet Fully Aware 6/28/2006
404. Angels Of The Violent Night 10/6/2006
405. So This Is What Has Become Of Us.(Part2) 4/24/2006
406. So This Is What Has Become Of Us.(Part3) 4/27/2006
407. From Where I Sit 5/7/2006
408. Cheap Perfume 5/8/2006
409. Understanding 4/23/2006
410. When Walls Only Keep Out So Much 9/18/2006
411. Of Course Your Idea Of Happiness Differs From Mine 9/13/2006
412. Greeting The Sun 1/18/2006
413. Fragilities (The Mind) 7/4/2006
414. Community Care Page 7 8/10/2006
415. Freedom No Thanks 8/15/2006
416. I Only Hope I Can Help 8/3/2006
417. An Introduction To Life, Loss, Love And Death. 10/22/2006
418. An Introduction To Life, Love, Loss, And Death (2) 10/23/2006
419. On Leaving The House For The Very Last Time 8/22/2006
420. Rain On My Window Pane Late At Night 12/7/2005
421. You Are... 12/6/2005
422. The Poems (Like A Child Digging A Hole In The Sand) 1/2/2006
423. Cheer Up Mama (I Love You So) 1/2/2006
424. For The Boy Who Sniffed Glue 2/3/2006
425. Burning Poems Whilst The World Sleeps 2/18/2006
426. Exposed By Emotion 6/9/2006
427. Fate Has Finally Finished Us 5/20/2006
428. When Father Let Go Of Son 2/21/2006
429. Lambs To The Slaughter 3/18/2006
430. A Pointless Poem For You Are Gone. 12/2/2005
431. Where Do All The Nice Girls Go 1/30/2006
432. Not Far From Home Is A Better Life 3/8/2006
433. If Madness Was Consumed By Sanity 11/5/2005
434. Suicide Summer 11/6/2005
435. A Very Different View (From The One Last Night) 2/21/2006
436. Poem In A Bottle 2/27/2006
437. Lives Don'T Change Like Dates Do 1/1/2006
438. The Struggle Of A Cuddle 12/31/2005
439. Like A Tiny Full Stop Stuck Between Two Beautfiful Words 1/2/2006
440. Behind Every Playstation There Is A Poet 4/21/2006

Comments about Not Long Left

  • Amanda Lukas (6/8/2006 4:05:00 PM)

    Vincent, I must admit that I have recently been skimming through the authors on the new poems list rather than titles. That being said, I've found that your name is one that always sticks out and promises a great read.

    It's a pleasure to read you.

    Amanda

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  • Mike Finley (4/25/2006 7:57:00 AM)

    There is a persistent melancholy in your work, Vincent. Siometimes it has a sweetness, and sometimes it seems to be something you are gunning for - a self-punishment perhaps.

    My prayer for you is to take your talent, which is considerable, and to reroute it toward less destructive, less self-pitying.

    The mind of a poet is a thicket of tares, but the world is bright and bountiful. Take a walk outside, and open your heart to the possibilities.

  • Michele Kostelnik Parrillo (3/8/2006 11:38:00 PM)

    This poem about the bird that dies in the grass is so so sad. I did cry. When I was young, oh so young, I buried a frozen cat in my back yard. What a poem. I must say you have got it Vincent. Oh yes, it was beautiful also - in death there is beauty. The feather.... michele kostelnik

  • Gina Onyemaechi (1/30/2006 8:15:00 AM)

    If his date of birth didn't show, you'd think he was twice his actual age. He has overwhelming, mature talent.

  • Joy Vanderhelm (1/2/2006 4:35:00 PM)

    I'm glad you posted on the forum because then I might have wasted more time hunting for someone with even a smidgen of your ability. You write like I dream, with force, power and emotion that could fill a room.
    Warm regards, Joy

  • john tiong chunghoo john tiong chunghoo (1/1/2006 1:52:00 AM)

    some of his poems are great stuff.

Best Poem of Not Long Left

The Moon, The Sun, The Sea, The Rain, And The Wind

The moon still shines like that of ages old,
holding distant secrets like a tale yet to be told,
The sun in all its blinding beauty continues to lend us its rays,
enriching us with memories of those blisfull youthspent days.

The sea still massages the sandy golden shores,
passing from the sea gods ever open jaws.
The rain still travels from open blue skys,
showering the land as the sky god cries.

The wind whispers words of both hope and depair,
in hope it strokes the heads of ours so very fair,
The moon and the sun and the sea the rain and the wind,...

Read the full of The Moon, The Sun, The Sea, The Rain, And The Wind

How You Felt

asked how you felt,
weary eyed
you replied,
you felt,
like a fallen twig,
broken off from its,
source.
only for you to land,
into a rushing

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