
Author
Poet
Screenwriter
Hoodlum
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
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.







