Forum The-Cafe New to the site

Hello everyone, I am new to the site. My name is Vince. i'm 25 and live just north of L.A. in California. I have been writing since I was about 12, and been made fun of it just about everyday since. I guess at first glance I don't look like I would write "poetry" but then again who does? Maybe it's all the tattoos or the shaved head...I don't know...I think it's bullshit. But here I am, looking to be published, looking to be heard by more than just those I scream at from the empty stage where I leave my heart. Please check me out...I haven't posted a lot of pieces, naturally I am nervous about posting at all. I have been to so many sites where floaters come and go. You never know if they took a "literal" piece of you with them. But I'm trying to overcome that fear. i am also attempting to review more than I usually do, call it what you will, but most writers are worthless when it comes to giving attention to someone elses craft. Nobody wants to watch the person in the spotlight, they want to sweat on their own. I don't know if I just rambled my way into your hearts or your "block user" list. Whatever way it turns out...I'm trying to write the wrong!

P.O.V.

Its not poetry anymore
That words been tainted
And tarnished
And left for dead
In the back of the minds
Of Kerouac and Shakespeare
Its a new generation
With a new definition
Staking our claim
In literary history
And carving out a niche
For a new
Kind of prose
None of my s**t rhymes
Or sounds pretty
I could care less
If you laugh
Or you cry
Or you doubt the s**t
You were told
Was true
Its not my intention
Please accept my apologies
In advance
Im simply
Stating the facts
In a list of fragmented
Thoughts and images
That will eventually
Explain to you
Exactly how I see it
Its my POV
A point
Of view
That hasnt been censored
Or monitored
Or made to be
Politically correct
In the end
All the matters
Is that its mine
I created it
With the purpose
Of sharing it
For as long
As youll listen to it
I remember people telling me
To write about love
To tell my stories
In ways
That made people smile
I thought about it
Hell
I wont lie
I tried it
But it was pointless
I was lying
And it was obvious
And it angered me
Id lost my audience
Before I had even
Gained a crowd
Life is filled
With ignorant bliss
Just about any channel
On your new widescreen
Can make you smile
Thats not my job
So I fired myself
And made the decision
To bake my cake
Without the frosting
I would simply observe
And relay
And let you decide
On the reaction
I dont call it poetry
Because it isnt
Hasnt been
For a very long time
I left the poetry
For Hallmark cards
And English books
And when I stopped caring
About the consequences
Thats when I got decent enough
To take stage
So here I sit
Inviting you
Into my imagination
Not promising a thing
But not holding anything back
Either
And when you leave here
It wont hurt my feelings
If you didnt like
What you heard
Because maybe
You have a different
Point
Of view
And thats
What makes this s**t
Unique