Little Pieces Of The Sky,
Slowly Fall Down,
The Girl Sat There,
Still As Stone,
The Only Sound Which Filled The Forest,
Was The Falling,
Of Lifeless Leaves,
The Sun,
A Useless Light,
Providing No Warmth,
What So Ever,
What Do I Do?
The Heartbeat Increases
Where Do I Belong?
Her Eyes Avert From The Stare Of Hidden Creatures
Why Should I Forge On?
The Girl Becomes Restless And Fiddles With Her Hair
Why Do I Have To Be Alive In This Generation?
Tears ***** At The Corner Of Her Eyes
Ill Never Reach Enternal Peace
She Sighs Breaking The Forest's Silence
Im Much To Strong To Give Up
She Clutches Her Head
I Can't Give Up
Her Heartbeat Steadily Increases
Even Though Life Is An Enigma
Her Body Shakes
I Can Solve This Mystery
Her Body Starts To Shed It's Skin
Im Free
Pine Needle Green Eyes Strip To Golden Irises
I Am Me
She Runs With Strides Bigger Than The World Itself
There Is Nothing More To Be Said
Pupils Contract
No Words Are Known
Heartbeats Quicken
Decide For Yourself
The Sun Slowly Dies
What
Black On White Scars
Am
Blood On The Corner Of Her Barred Teeth
I
Dreams Are To Real
Becoming
Trees Slowly Start To Fade In The Distance
............
The Heartbeat Still Present
............
Though Is She Alive?
*................

A Sky Of Melted Butter,
Harbors The Setting Sun,
Suspending It Above,
Flustered Waves Of Blue

I Smell Like The Sea

The Sails Against The Sky,
Have Turned To Silhouettes,
The Gentle Waves Caressing,
The Edge Of The Horizon  

I Taste Like The Sun

Seabirds Have Flocked Together,
And Are Now Flying Back To Shore,
Slumber Has Teased Their Eyelids,
For The Jaded Waters Are Vast

I Look Like The Stars

The Moon Has Floated Upwards,
Casting An Ivory Shadow Below,
The Wind Has Now Become Calm,
The Blue Waves Have Become Still

I Sound Like The Breeze

The Salt Encrusted Wind Cooled;
The Sky Was No Longer Gold,
Sails No Longer Dragged Their Cargo,
Across The Blackest Of Ocean Waters

If You Were To Touch My Soul,
You Would Only Grasp A Word.

Home

*© Sydney Victoria 2014

My
Biggest
Addiction
Is
The
Sweet
Sound
Of
Your
Applause*

Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap

The Ear Ringing Silence
Cuffs My Wrists
A Black Rose
Slices My Forearms
A Hand
Clasps My Neck
Pulling Me
Closer
Vertebrae Start Breaking
Along My Fragile Spine
And My Breaths Are Slowly Fracturing
And My Human Life
Flashes Before My Eyes
Nenookaasi Sits Besides Me In The Timber
Looking Away So She Didnt Have To Look
At My Shifting Body
And As I Complete My Metamorphosis
My Brindle Eyes Stare
Into The Sun's Amber Orb
And I Look At Nenookaasi
Her Dark Hair Covering Her Complection
Before She Notices
I Flee Deeper Into The Trees
She Watched Me Leave
And I Stopped And Motioned Her A Fairwell
As I Ran
To Find My Clan

The Clouds Above Were Gray And Sad,
The Ground Below, Chilled And Dying,
The Soul Of Summer Sunk Slowly Into The Soil,
As The River Cringed With The Presence Of Ice

The Sweet Songs Of The Sparrows Had Retreated,
Replaced By A Silence Which Hung Within The Trees,
And The Leaves Which Once Whispered In The Breeze,
Were Now Brittle And Brown, Recoiling On The Forest Floor

The Sun Stayed Hidden Throughout The Days,
Giving It's Much Needed Warmth To The Stars,
The Only Heat My Body Can Conjure Up,
Is That Of Which Was Generated By My Heart,
But It Too, Is A Victim Of Winter's Frosted Fingers

Blood Stained Swords Cut Through The Sky,
Silver Blades Reflecting Off The Noonday Sun,
Behind The Horses A Fire Blazes Tall And Lean,
Striking The Pure Air With Thick Black Smoke,
Deeper And Darker Than Any Nighttime Sky,
Arrows Perch Upon Every Arch Of A Wooden Bow,
Thin Feathered Tails Stand Like Stone In The Breeze,
Flags Raised Along With Hundreds Of Spears,
Mallets Grasped In Ghostly White Knuckles,
And Twisted Smiles Form--Ready For Victory,
Thin And Measured Breaths The Men Do Take,
They Say They Stand For Their Freedom,
Though A Blood Bath Means Nothing In A Barren World,
Such As This One They Prowled For Lesser Years,
Grasping Everything In Their Disgusting Rage,
Lives Included,
Souls Deluded,
Eyes Pale And Blue As A Withered Corn Flower,
The Whiter Part--Yellowish And Tinted With Tears,
Salt Dripping Down Their Cheeks Forming In Suns,
Armour Glistening As Shields Are Set Into Place,
Scowls Slithering Through Their Metal Masks,
Staring Down The Enemy,
War Paint Trickles Down Their Arms,
Tears Mirror Them As They Stream Down Their Faces,
All They Wanted Is Change

You Forced Me To Look Into The Lense,
Your Masculine Hand Clenched Around My Neck,
As You Tried To Force A Cigarette Into My Mouth,
Your Blonde Hair Blue From The Moon,
Your Skin A Slate Bluish-Grey From The Dark,
I Thrashed To Get Away From Your Grip,
But Your Weight On Top Of Me Pinned Me Down
Fear Squirmed In My Veins As I Tried To Yell,
But All That Came Out Was A Whimper,
You Looked Into My Eyes--Your's Black,
Black As A Sharks Expanded Pupils,
And All I Could Do, All I Could Bare To Do,
Was Cry

The Crescent Moon Sits Above Me Watching,
As Your Memory Slips Through My Head,
As Effortlessly As A Blood Clot

I Started To Write A Poem Right In These Lines,
About Your Neglect To Me, And My Heartbrake,
About The Wrong Road Which Didnt Have Signs,
How You Stabbed My Heart With A Wooden Stake
And I Started To Cry And Then I Smiled And Said,
Why Should I Cry Over The Roadkill,
Which Lay Untouched And Stiff In My Soul,
If They Were Alive I Would Just Sob Harder
And Why Should I Waste A Cyber Tree,
For This Cyber Paper Because I'm No Longer Sad,
You Are Not Worth One Piece Of It,
Well I'm Glad To Say...
You Hold My Heart No Longer

You Say You Are A Gentle Creature,
But You Have Sharp Teeth And Claws To Match,
You Say You Are Unique,
But You Are Much Too Similar To Those In Every Batch,
You Say I Am Wrong,
Is That Your Pleasure?
You Think You Are Incredible,
But You Are No Treasure,
You Say You're Innocent,
But You're Just Plain Mean,
If I Even Look At You,
You Try To Lower My Self-Esteem,
I Didn't Think I Did Anything,
But You've Shown Me Who You Really Are,
I Know I Never Said A Cruel Word,
So Why Did You Choose To Leave A Scar?

A Door's Rusty Hinges Screeched As It Is Opened,
Though The Outside Of This Hall Is Ugly,
Paint Chipping,
The Scars Of Screams Entwined In Eggshell Trim,
The Room Which Lays On The Other Side,
Is Full Of Beauty,
Is Full Of Tubes Of Paint,
Some Which Lay On The Floor,
Which Kisses Oak Furnishings,
Some Lay On An Abandon Easel,
Next To A Canvas,
Half Completed,
Created By Shaky Hands

Empty Vases Sit On A Window Pane,
Which Await,
For The Return Of Freshly Picked Wild Flowers,
Awaiting The Return,
Of The Soft Glow Of A Candle,
A Lanturn Perches On A Bookshelf,
Full Of Stained Pages And Ripped Covers,
The Stale Scent Of Memories Cling To Each Chapter,
A Small Handcrafted Stool,
Sits In This Ancient Home,
In The Artist's Heart

The Ancient Smell Of Paint,
Is No More,
Though The Stains Of Blues And Greens,
Are Now Grey As Clay Upon The Floor,
Yet Paintings Dwell On The Off-White Walls,
Some Brilliant,
Others A Hot Mess,
Self Portraits,
Redish Hair Cascading Like A Waterfall,
Down A Slim Collarbone,
Some Of Them The Women Smiles,
Others She Frowns,
Landscapes Of Rolling Hills,
And The Moonlight Leaking Through Coniffer Forests,
Are Stacked Ontop Of Eachother,
And A Mirror Which Stared At The Artist's Face,
And Who Saw Her Take Her Last Breath,
Climbs Motionlessly On The Wall

If You Looked Close Enough,
You Could See Perfectly Preserved Fingerprints,
On The Cracked Glass Of The Window,
As If She Were Longing To Be Free,
As If She Were A Prisoner,
In A Colorful Cell,
A Prisoner In Lockless Cage,
A Prisoner With Flushed Cheeks,
Yet A Face Still Pale,
One Who Longed To Express Herself,
To The Monarchy,
Imprisoned For Creativity,
She Lay In This Room,
Breathed This Air,
Painted These Pictures,
Yet Where Is She Now?

I Sat And Observed,
A Small Spider Spinning Silk,
Beneath The Spring Sun,
That Sun Got Even Brighter,
When The Angels Had Arrived

Sand Slips,
Time Twists,
Fists Hit,
Tears Drip,
Quitters Sit,
A Leader Trips,
A Curse Whips,
And Hearts Split,
Please Don't Quit,
Though Time Ticks,
It's All A Trick,
A Wall Of Bricks,
Breaks To Bits,
Bite A Lip,
Feel A Grip,
Reminisce,
Of Broken Bliss,
I'm Amiss,
In An Abyss,
I Am Stuck,
And Out Of Luck,
Stuck With The Ruck,
Oh Well,
But If I Fell,
Who Will Tell,
Ring The Bell,
I'm Not For Hell,
Everything's Just Swell

O, My Creator, Deliver Me From These Inquisitions,
Emancipate Me From These Wretched Oppositions,
Free Me From The Chains Of My Weary Disposition,
Envelop Me Within The Folds Of Your Holy Apparition

The Sun's Light Dwindled Along The Horizon,
Darkness Bruised The Ledges Of The Sky,
Summer's Vegetation Recoiled And Fossilized,
Within The Dark Soil's Crumbling Underlie

O, Glorious Divine Being, Act On My Requisition,
Extricate My Soul From It's Appalling Malnutrition,
This Tattered Mind Is A Degenerating Composition,
Let My Spine Sprout Wings To Carry Me To Redefinition*

Stars Emerged From The Depths Of The Heavens,
Holes Filtrating The Stale Air Circulating In Slime,
Oozing From A Fatal Virus They Referred To As Time

The Earth No Longer Nests Within Summer's Clammy Palms,
But Is Suspended Upon Autumn's Chilled Fingers,
Soon To Fall Into The Chasm Where Winter Bides It's Time;
The Dwelling Place Of All Things Which Lie Dormant

The Lawn Remains Long And Untamed,
For The Carcasses Of Summer Leaves Litter The Ground,
The Summer Sparrows Have Flown Down South,
And The Pigment Of My Skin Has Faded With The Sun

The Breeze No Longer Harbors An Exquisite Song,
Only The Husk Of A Hymn Which Was Once Sung,
The Summer Leaves No Longer Whispered In The Trees,
For They Lie Speechless Upon The Frosted Forest Floor

A Song Bringing Back Memories Of Your Demons,
Nightmares Of Being Trapped In Your House,
The Smell Of Herbs And Organic Soap Are Toxic,
Seeping Into My Nostrails,
Overwhelming My Senses,
Nightmares Of... All Of Them,
Trying To Hold Me Back,
Trying To Bring Me To A Cabin,
And Lock Me In A Too Familiar Room,
Mounted Animals Stare Into My Eyes,
Laughing At Me,
Smirking At The Plot,
Then He Takes Me,
And Drags Me Onto The Frozen Face Of A Lake,
And Pushes Me Into An Ice House,
The Moon Full,
Spewing Light Into The Small Enclosure,
Come Here He Whispered,
A Perfect Record From The Past,
No! I Screamed,
He Grabbed Me And Pushed Me Down,
Holding Me While I Squirmed To Get Away,
Get Off Me I Sobbed,
His Hands Meandered Up My Stomach,  
His Scent,
One I Can Never Forget,
Made Nausea Burn At The Back Of My Throat,
I Tried To Scream,
Yet I Had No Voice,
I Bit Him And He Slapped Me,
Then Scratched My Face,
Strangling Me As He Touched Me,
My Vision Was Fading Away,
The Moon Silently Watched,
As I Slowly Died In His Presence,
Watched Me As He Tainted Me,
Once Again...

Your Fur Is Black As The Raven's Wing,
And Soft As The Eagle's Sacred Feather,
Your Eyes Golden As The Dying Corn In October,
Your Teeth Are Never Barred,
And You Always Have The Same Posture,
Stark And Lean--Tail And Head Down,
As You Stare Into My Leafy Green Orbs,
It's As If You're Trying To Speak To Me,
Because Almost Every Night,
You Lurk In The Hollows Of My Dreams,
Sometimes In Dark Corners,
And Others In The Woods--Motioning For Me To,
Follow,
Sometimes I Am Human When With You,
Other's I Am Dwelling In A Different Form,
You Are From A Lifetime Ago,
We Must Have Been Close,
Though Now You Shyly Follow,
A Knowledgeable Ghost,
You Protect Me In Every Nightmare,
And Are With Me At Every Great Sight,
I Am Happy To Sleep,
Because You're There Every Night,
Your Masculine Presents Does Not Frighten Me,
And I Am Sad Every Time I Wake,
Though I Know You're There,
Running Through My Veins,
In A Part Of My Mind Which I Cannot Unlock

A Canvas Of Blue,
Turns The Saddest Shade Of Grey,
When It's Heartbroken

Waning Sunshine,
Flightless Birds,
Autumn Speaks,
Arbitrary Words.

On The Horizon,
Not Too Far,
From The Fire,
Comes A Star.

Daytime, Nighttime,
What Lies In Between,
A Flaming Skyline,
Borne From Green.

Though You Grow ****** Hair--You Are No Man,
And Though You Can Stand Tall,
You Are Still Just A Boy,
Your Mind Is A Book With A Lexicon Too Simple,
A Plot Too Predictable--A Resolution Too Unethical,
And I No Longer Want Magic Tree House Books,
I Do Not Want A Picture Book,
If The Pictures Are Not Of Natural Marvels,
I Do Not Want A Bubble Gum Chewing,
Bubble Blowing, "Coodie" Crazy Monstrosity,
And I Do Not Want A Boy If All They Want Is My Body,
Too Many Guys Are Boys But Believe They Are Men,
Girls And Women Too--Believe Me,
*Just Grow Up Already

When I Build Myself Back Up,
Something Breaks Me Down

Fingers Tangled Together,
Friends Blur Into One Harmony,
One Beating Heart--Breathing All At Once,
We Are Family With Different Blood Lines,
Sisters With Different Shades Of Skin,
Eyes Of Different Views--Yet We See The Same Mother,
Our Lips Form Every Vowel With Grace,
And Every Word Offers Us Embrace,
We Are A Melody Upon A Summer Breeze,
Birdsong In Spring--Because We Have Fell Victim,
To The Allure Of Song*

©SydneyVictoria Feb. 13 2013

Come, Sit Here With Me,
Let's Dip Our Toes In The Creek,
Though It's November,
Let Us Watch The Waters Gleam
As They Swirl Around Our Feet

Come, Lie Here With Me,
We Could Kiss Or Count The Stars,
Though It's November,
We Could Still Have Frosted Dreams;
Steal The Night And Call It Ours

Come Here, Keep Me Warm,
The Sun Does It's Job, No More,
Though It's November,
We Could Still Go To A Lake,
And Build Castles On The Shore

Let's Hold Up Our Glasses And Make A Toast

Here's To The Liars,
The Cheaters,
The Hatrers,
And The Women Beaters  

Here's To The Feet Draggers,
Body Baggers,
The Backstabbers,
And The Joint Draggers

Here's To The DUI Kills,
People Tryin To Keep It "Trill",
People Who Don't Reach To Pay The Bill,
And To The People Who Need A Refill

Here's To The Governments Killing Their Own,
Here's To Telemarketers Who Blow Up My Phone,
To The People In My Life Who Keep Breaking Me,
To That One Boy With A Heart Cold As Stone

Here's To The Chemistry Tests,
Being Enternally Upset,
Enternally Recked,
Here's To The People Who Scream In My Face

Here's To All The Pain,
Heres To The Knifes Which Have Cut A Vein,
To All The Guys Who Just Wanna Piece Of ***
Heres To All The People I Dread In My Math Class

As You Can See.. I'm Not Even Holding A Glass

Gray
Has Begun
To Mask The Sun
As It Tries to Shine Upon
A Churning Stream Of Sorrow
Which Carves Steep, Sharp
Ledges Into My
Decaying
Soul
         As
                      If
                            I
       ­                      Were
                             C
                  o
      n
s
     t
            r
                  u
                           c
                 t
         e
d
From
A
Mound
Of
Gravel-like
Clay