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548 · Dec 2015
Untitled
Drew Vincent Dec 2015
Your toxicity is no longer killing me.
I no longer feel sick everyday, since I no longer think of you.
Memories of you don't leave me crippled with depression.
Memories of you only come every once in a while.
These memories are a reminder of how I will never allow myself to be treated.
You no longer scare me like you used to.
I have found peace and happiness without you,
and I will continue to live like this for the rest of my life.
542 · Sep 2015
Suicidal
Drew Vincent Sep 2015
you're such a ******* monster
you're a *****
you're a worthless waste of space
you're nothing
everyone around you has to depend on xanax because you can't make up your mind on what you want
after i **** myself, i'm coming back to haunt you
you need to get your **** together
how could you do this to me right now
i'm dying and you want to leave
why not spend my last few days with me and make them worthwhile
don't leave
i love you
you're a ******* monster
you're a *****
you don't deserve to live*

i'm sorr...
these words still fill my head everyday. get the **** out
530 · Mar 2015
Fearful
Drew Vincent Mar 2015
Please God someone help me,* I think to myself
As he reaches over and whispers something
Threatening and frightening in my ear.
Ripples of fear courses through my entire body.
I* try to hold all of the horror back.
Can't you see that you're terrifying?
Kill me now,* I pray to God; maybe then the pain will be gone.
529 · Oct 2017
The Ways
Drew Vincent Oct 2017
The way you comfort me when I'm sad.
The way you make me laugh at the simplest things.
The way you always say I love you at the right times.
The way your hand always finds mine.
The way you hold and hug me close.
The way you kiss me.
The way I wouldn't change a thing about you.

I love you for you.
I wrote this poem probably about six years ago.
516 · Oct 2017
Dearest Great Grandma,
Drew Vincent Oct 2017
The sound of the rain on the roof,
is nothing compared to the sweet sound of your voice.

The sight of the ocean waves splashing across the rocks,
is not as beautiful as your smile.

The feel of silk clothing on your skin,  
is not as comforting as your hands holding mine.

The smell of the sweetest lavender,
is nothing compared to the smell of your perfume.

Great Grandma,
Get well soon.
We all love you and God Bless You.
I found this poem I wrote when my grandma had a brain aneurysm back in probably 2008 I believe? She passed away not too long after I wrote this. She did not get a chance to hear it.
501 · Mar 2018
23 Reasons
Drew Vincent Mar 2018
I am falling in love with you, C.J.
Here are 23 reasons why:


You are the smartest person I have ever met.

Everything you do is impressive I am always amazed by how much you've been able to accomplish.

You have come so far in your life. I hope that one day I will be as strong as you.

When you laugh, it sounds like a bubble popping at the surface, and fills me with joy.

I love it when you get so shy and excited when I call you cute.

I absolutely love the way you call me baby.

I enjoy being snuggled up with you on the couch,

just as much as I enjoy going out with you.

I love that we have our own diner and are always on the lookout for even more.

I enjoy our traditional date nights of take out, snuggling, and watching an animated movie.

I love when you dance at me. Your dance moves are the sweetest moves I have ever seen.

Your smile is the sun that brightens my day.

I love the way you twirl slightly before and after we kiss.

I love the way you touch me, careful and steady. One touch from you and I melt on the spot.

I love the way you always check to make sure I am ok.

You are superwoman! I see you using your x-ray vision to see through whether or not I'm doing alright before I even feel it.

I adore the fact you make me so many playlists.

Everytime you say "phone" your Minnesotan accent comes out, and it's the cutest thing I have ever heard.

You are always so kind to people even without knowing them that well.

I love the way you make me feel important in your life.

You are so supportive in everything I do or am interested in.

I love it when you trace your thumbs across my hand.

I love that you prefer things to be in odd increments, for example, 23 minutes past the hour.


You are the sun in my life. I am so lucky to be entangled in your orbit.
So many feelings ah
469 · May 2013
All For You
Drew Vincent May 2013
I want to tell you how much I care for you,

How much I need you,

How much I want you,

How much I would give to be at your side at this very moment,

I want to tell you that I would die for you,

How I would give up anything to see you happy.

I want to show you that I'll do anything for you.

But there is not enough time in the world,

Space on this paper,

And breath to spit it all out.

How do I sum this up?

How could I?

By telling you these 3 little words..

I love you!
446 · Apr 2018
Love in 10 words
Drew Vincent Apr 2018
I wish I could love myself like you love me.
444 · May 2013
Untitled
Drew Vincent May 2013
Blindly, I run down the street,
running toward a crowd of screams and panicked voices,
running toward an overturned car.

As I grew closer,
the voices faded,
the only noise was my quickening heartbeat

My heart contracted
and I became numb,
as I stared in horror

My hands trembled as they clutched my hair.
Slowly, falling to my knees,
gapping at the scene before me,

All I could do was cry.
Not sure if I like this or not.
433 · Feb 2014
I Don't Exist
Drew Vincent Feb 2014
I'm on a crowded sidewalk,
there's people walking fast around me.
Everything is a blur of motion.
The air is thick with cigarette smoke and factory pollution.
Contaminated air fill my lungs and I cough loudly.
No one seems to hear me choking on the air I'm breathing in.

After catching my breath I gaze at the environment around me.
Its busy,
there are good looking men talking on cell phones dressed in suits and carrying briefcases -
there's beautiful women walking with multiple bags strung around their arms some with little dogs on a leash behind them.
I felt as if I didn't belong.
I look down at myself and I see that I'm wearing a plain black t-shirt and my pants have multiple holes.
My shoes are starting to fall apart at the seams.
"Where am I?" I ask a man passing by me, but he didn't seem to notice I was there.

Am I invisible?

That's when I see you.
You're staring at me with those beautiful blue eyes.
I say your name, silently at first, almost only to myself.
I say it again louder this time, but you stay there, unresponsive.
I scream your name, and you move toward me.
I reach my arms out to grab you, and the moment I will never forget,
is when you walked right through me, as if **I never existed.
Drew Vincent Feb 2014
If I wasn't afraid,
everyone would know my name.
I went to see the photographer Platon speak and he asked us this question and this is my answer.

— The End —