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Author

Poet

Screenwriter

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Breeze Vincinz

BREEZE LOVE SOUL

HALLOWEEN

© Breeze Vincinz

No one wants to talk to me
I have nothing left to say
God does not present to me
I have nothing left to pray

No love has been given to me
I’ll give my hate away
My blood’s become my enemy
So I’ll help it fuel this bane

My emotions are fueled by the exteriors
So caught up outside, forget the interiors

It’s like this trick or treat
What I give to you
Depends on what you give to me

It’s like this trick or treat
I’ve got my costume

It’s like this trick or treat
I give love to you
If you give love to me

It’s like this trick or treat
And I’ve got my costume right here

No one wants to look at me
I won’t wear my suit today
Everyone wants to work with me
So I’ll put away my play

Everything is so hard for me
Won’t think of an easier way
No one appreciates the gifts from me
So I’ll put away my pay

When everything is going right I feel fine
When everything is bad I want the world to die

It’s like this trick or treat
I give hate to you
If you give hate to me

It’s like this trick or treat
And I’ve got my costume right here

So controlled by circumstance
My five senses won’t give the sixth a chance
When am I going to take a stand
Try not be a slave to happenstance

No one wants to sing with me
So all guitar today
No big spider sat beside me
No more curds and whey

I’m upset if I don’t get what I need
I’ll definitely have a bad day
No man wants to have sex with me
So maybe I'll start being gay

My puppet masters are my urban reflexes
Protect from harm never answer my perplexes

It’s like this trick or treat
What I give to you
Depends on what you give to me

It’s like this trick or treat
I’ve got my costume

It’s like this trick or treat
I give love to you
If you give love to me

It’s like this trick or treat
And I’ve got my costume right here

Breeze Vincinz Writer
Breeze Vincinz Writer

April 27, 2026

Breeze Vincinz Writer
Breeze Vincinz Writer
Breeze Vincinz Writer

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The Toaster Made Me Do It

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Breeze Vincinz Writer
Breeze Vincinz Writer

This poem, along with “Conglomerate” and “This Rat Race,” is a part of my “I-hate-the-beautiful-people-in-Los-Angeles-because-they-won’t-let-me-play-with-them” phase. I decided to let Lily be a Riot Grrrl here.

Writer's Notes
Writer's Notes

This poem, along with “Conglomerate” and “This Rat Race,” is a part of my “I-hate-the-beautiful-people-in-Los-Angeles-because-they-won’t-let-me-play-with-them” phase. I decided to let Lily be a Riot Grrrl here.

The Toaster Made Me Do It

Breeze Vincinz Writer
Breeze Vincinz Writer

My Complicated Love Affair with AI Music

Blog Post by Breeze Vincinz

Firefly_A robotic toaster making toasted music 377765.png
Firefly_Gemini Flash_A robotic toaster making toasted music 377765.png
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