Victoria Kiely

Victoria Kiely Oct 2013

Where were you
When it all came crashing down,
When my world fell to ruins
Beneath worn feet?
When my heart clenched, like the torn muscle that it is
I waited
You never came.
I couldn’t breath a painless breath,
I couldn’t feel past this numbness
I had learned to feel after so much pain,
The numbness I had succumbed to in a solemn defeat.
You weren’t there to save me from myself,
Even though you had promised
You would be.
Where were you?

Victoria Kiely Oct 2013

For Tim

I wanna scoop you up and pull you out
Of this dark and scary place
That I’ve been to too.
Too many times have my feet traveled the path you now walk
And too many things have happened
For me to walk alone again
But for you, I will venture
Through dark and troublesome times
For you I would cross a thousand labyrinths in hope of seeing
Just a glimpse of the face
I once knew like my own
And have forgotten once again

Victoria Kiely Oct 2013

Electric Currents

Electric currents run rampant
Through pulsing bodies
Connecting with one another
In ways we do not yet understand.
We care not to know the meaning
Of these waves, these
Gravitational pulls we feel
Between one another.
The only thing we care
To know is that
They exist at all.
There is no how, or why;
Things just are,
Because we allow them to be
Without gruelling questions.

Victoria Kiely Oct 2013

Secret Garden

I’m imagining a place where trees stretch their arms to the sky and strain lucidly for stars we cannot reach. The grass reflects subtle lights spawned from fireflies landing in the palms of our hands, still, but alive. It smells of ethylene and the garden looks as though it could foster a plethora of unknown tales from unknown times.
But this place does not exist.

Victoria Kiely Oct 2013

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The most mundane of things can hold the most beauty, and even broken things can be useful. The world is full of paradoxes similar to this that we spew from ignorant mouths. The amount of possibilities we pass up in on in the name of caution is often more dangerous than commuting to the idea itself. We continually refuse to give in to primal instincts, continually forget to forget ourselves, so obviously miss out.

Victoria Kiely Oct 2013

Tell Her Right Now

Why are we all so afraid to say things we know to be true;
so scared to move in any direction at all because we are scared of getting lost.
what we fail to see is that we are already gone
if we do not tell others where we stand now.
what good is a map without coordinates?
why know north from south if we cannot
decipher which is the right way to go?
the only way to ensure a safe path home is
to tell people you are lost before it is too late.

Victoria Kiely Oct 2013

Blood Bank

How strange it is to enter a place that is dedicated to taking from the present to provide for the future. Red patterns flow through thick red veins and are extracted through thin tubes. This precious pathway discerns the owner and rushes to the side of another, like a straying lover; pooling, seeping, oozing from fresh orphises. Where it is to go after it leaves me I do not know; what purpose it serves, I understand only vaguely. To spill a drop is to waste a divine gift. How odd it is to be able to give so little and fix so much. How often is one able to extrapolate potential in such a unique way.