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Victoria Kiely Oct 2013
All of these questions bubbling up like/
Incessant bubbles in a boiling ***,/
That I don’t think want to be heard. I feel the/
Way you look at me, like I’m waiting to/
Break, come apart at the seams. Avoiding/
me with dull, effortless acts to conceal/
It. What I don’t understand, is why you forced me/
To be this way and then run away from/
It - imagineer of Frankenstein’s image/
Oct 2013 · 544
Find Me
Victoria Kiely Oct 2013
Downtrodden paths that once were occupied/
Lay silent, untraveled. Familiar/
Pathways bring familiar memories/
Long forgotten, sweeping beneath cold feet./
Long moonswept hair lays still over a white/
Face. Tree roots like fingers combing through hair/
And caress her porcelain face waiting/
To be found, face down in the cold damp earth./
Oct 2013 · 481
In the beginning
Victoria Kiely Oct 2013
An empty black canvas live quietly outside of existence,
Perfect and still.
Small ***** of light appear and fester dotting the vast expanse with it’s unorthodox paintbrush.
A startling action occurred and the universe became technicolor and intricate.
Spiraling into the attention of the canvas came a sphere, circling the sun as lover may, depending on one another.
Creatures inhibit a place like this and destroy what little “something” came of this black canvas of nothing,
and all the while the painter kept on creating new miseries.
Oct 2013 · 532
Tainted
Victoria Kiely Oct 2013
Soft kisses melt in
The palm of my hand, warm lips
Tainted with new love
Oct 2013 · 269
Taking the lead
Victoria Kiely Oct 2013
A person who is used to leading has trouble accepting new paths and assistance from others. when the world rolls on without us, we lose our way and refuse guidance from others All at once we are lost and alone and seek refuge from an unforgiving world. Somewhere in this darkness, hands grasp unwilling hands and lead us towards the light; show us that it is okay to follow instead of lead.
Oct 2013 · 684
Intent Listeners
Victoria Kiely Oct 2013
the writer walks an inspired path as the oaks listen -
the cornfields observe from across the road.
The fields express their anxiety
of the strange people occupying them and the
mountains move
through their agony. He sits,
down on recycled oaths of leaves
and records the sounds of silent heartbeats
Oct 2013 · 379
Good Bye
Victoria Kiely Oct 2013
You’ve gone to places I can’t imagine/
Places I’m not meant to follow, with no/
Intention of coming back. I knew that/
Night was the last and I’m sorry I was/
Broken into thousands of pieces/
When you left. And, I’m sorry I couldn’t/
Be what you wanted anymore. All I/
Know is that you’ve died while still living and/
The person I knew no longer exists./
Ambiguous death has taken place now./
However, it is also true that you/
Can always miss somebody more than you/
Might ever love them. If that’s true, I just/
Might die too, buried deep somewhere with “you”./
Oct 2013 · 436
So you're an artist now.
Victoria Kiely Oct 2013
It’s unfair that you were the artist.
You created a work of your own
out of my skin and
lived for it,
breathed for it,
died for it -
consumed
my raw flesh and became
part of something unnatural.
You bent the colours
to fit your needs
and painted my face
in white sheets
that you slept in
and I ruined your
perception of me.
You take me,
Bend me; Brake me
It’s all I’m meant to do
So tell me dear painter
Am I your favourite colour
Or have you gone onto
Something new?
Victoria Kiely Oct 2013
I know we built these walls with many broken
promises, and that we meant for them to
be unstable and beautiful. I know
you want me to become something of small
reason or purpose, and I am meant to
be one of many. I know that. But I’m
not and neither are you and I want you
to know that. Stay a while. Don’t leave just yet;
For these broken-memory-bricks are sealed.
Oct 2013 · 381
Murder
Victoria Kiely Oct 2013
You kept the love alive
To **** it at the correct time
While I kept it alive
To see the butterflies
In the sky
With you by my side
Affection seeping into this kiss
Your mouth seeking my lips
For reasons unbeknownst to me
Oct 2013 · 859
When We Collide
Victoria Kiely Oct 2013
When we collide
It’s as though we’ve become
The eye of the storm
As we intertwine as one
Fleeting flesh, both cold and warm
As we collide
The barren parts of my being
Reside in your senses
Yours for seeing
And transform, implode
Into something
both new and unknown
Colliding is, if only briefly
A moment
Where I expect things to change,
For things to get better.
I think parts of my life will rearrange
Laying spent in your sweater
And then there is the collision,
The moment of impact
Where I steal myself
Look at the facts,
(Although abstract).
You are yours,
And I am mine.
We collide only to part once more.
Oct 2013 · 476
She
Victoria Kiely Oct 2013
She
She smoked like a chimney
Sunk as quickly as broken springs
Breathed like open windows and
Held like a home.
Her heart was a hallway of nomadic veins
Her hair golden honey
Her hands were driven paths beaten with age and
Her eyes were etched from wood
She spoke how a butterfly may land
How anchors may sink
How a petal may fall
but the thing is,
She always did seem to land, sink or fall.
Oct 2013 · 266
All I know
Victoria Kiely Oct 2013
All I know is
I want your crawling skin
To cover mine and your
Lips to discover
Every inch
Of my willing body
In an attempt
To speak volumes
Without the use of words.
I want to kiss your mind
And sink my aching teeth
Into your thoughts
And learn you inside out,
Know you better than
You know your self.
I want to bite off a bigger piece
Than I am able to chew
And learn how to love
The secret parts of you.
To become two worlds,
Joint at the seams.
To create with one another
In mind, always.
This I know to be true.
Oct 2013 · 175
Untitled
Victoria Kiely Oct 2013
I’m sitting here alone, attempting to enjoy
the usual comfort of solitude
but all I can think of
is how you are just down the hall
and how badly
I want to be
right there
with
you.
Oct 2013 · 331
I'm Fine
Victoria Kiely Oct 2013
It is better to be alone in a room full of people than to be left to your own devices. It’s much harder to tell yourself you’re fine than it is to tell other people. The thing about crowds is that you have to put on this face to make people believe that you’ve made it through the war, clean of bloodstains and unharmed. You have to pretend that you are stronger than you look. You have to believe it.
But when you’re alone, and nobody is there for you to fool but yourself, it suddenly becomes a struggle to stay lucid in pretty thoughts. When everybody else gets tired of “you” and chooses to leave, you have nowhere else to go.
To find death is the only true escape from these corrosive thoughts we call home.
Oct 2013 · 348
Finite Gardens
Victoria Kiely Oct 2013
Birthdays are quite morbid, counting the years we have graced suspended time with our presence. And as these years pass, you wonder how long you have left on this continuously ticking clock; how many more hours you have to slowly decay in the garden of life. Would it still be considered decaying if we stopped watching clocks? Would they tick at all?
Oct 2013 · 274
Untitled
Victoria Kiely Oct 2013
Is it unity or replication?
This I can’t be sure.
How is it that
We can
See
Touch
Feel
All the same things
As one another and still
Consider ourselves as
“Individuals”?
Recycled thoughts and actions
Keep us all from becoming
Too different
Keep us from crossing
the line intersecting
Curiosity and action
Oct 2013 · 787
You are waiting for a train
Victoria Kiely Oct 2013
Loyalty truly is such a burden.
You fail to abandon things that hurt you,
stay with people who break you, fall for those
who care the least. Constantly, we are lost,
waiting on these train tracks for tragedy
we see coming, because we cannot bear
to leave such familiarity. We
do not fail to see the effects of our
actions; we instead fail to acknowledge
them. It’s not that we are blind to danger -
we choose to be deaf to these clear warnings.
Victoria Kiely Oct 2013
Nothing truly belongs to just one person. as we must all move on from these mortal constraints. We continually borrow things from an unknown provider - possessions, thoughts, time. Always taking from mysterious sources. We forget that all that we take must be replaced, in one currency or another.
Oct 2013 · 599
Transparent
Victoria Kiely Oct 2013
What if all we saw when we looked at somebody was the way they looked when they’re turned inside out, innards exposed to the outer world. What if we did not see the shell of a person, but instead their essence. what could be achieved, what greatness could we foster if we skipped the extended moments of learning a new person beyond an appearance? who would we be if we were transparent?
Oct 2013 · 357
Where were you?
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?
Oct 2013 · 374
For Tim
Victoria Kiely Oct 2013
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
Oct 2013 · 406
Electric Currents
Victoria Kiely Oct 2013
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.
Oct 2013 · 436
Secret Garden
Victoria Kiely Oct 2013
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.
Oct 2013 · 310
Untitled
Victoria Kiely Oct 2013
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.
Oct 2013 · 250
Tell Her Right Now
Victoria Kiely Oct 2013
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.
Oct 2013 · 514
Blood Bank
Victoria Kiely Oct 2013
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.
Oct 2013 · 496
Imperfect Perfections
Victoria Kiely Oct 2013
Scuffs in walls have always interested me. They are both mundane and mysterious in their nature. Perhaps they were made during the process of moving, or while a careless mistake had been made by innocent children.
But perhaps
they were made through mischief and secrets. Perhaps they were made on purpose in an effort to leave a scratch on an already-ruined canvas. Perhaps it was not a mistake at all.
Scuffs on walls are quite similar to scars left on strangers skins; we know not the story behind them or their meaning, whether or not they were made with purpose. All we know is that they are present and that they could be simple or vastly interesting. We know they exist, and that is enough.
Victoria Kiely Oct 2013
Six hours and three bottles later
you and I are still knee deep in problems
we don’t know how to solve
with only two heads and two hearts.
Still lost and unsure, we have followed each other
into darker places than we had intended to travel to.
Silent, slow minutes have crawled into hours
and now we crawl too - Its all we know here
alone in this cold room.
I lay naked between worn sheets
while you drop off into slumber.
I wish I could follow you into
the depths of your mind
instead of being
in this untraveled place.
Some things are avoided
for a reason.
Oct 2013 · 326
Symmetry
Victoria Kiely Oct 2013
Sometimes my hand fails to translate
thoughts quickly enough
as my ideas of you slip through the cracks,
quietly, unnoticed.
Your smile bleeds
into the ink of my pen
and leaves traces of you
with each word I write,
but I just cant seem to write fast enough.
I feel you in more words than I am able to speak;
my mind flows to your beat;
and my heart beats your name,
as though we are one in the same.
Oct 2013 · 299
Reliance
Victoria Kiely Oct 2013
We rely too heavily on people - sometimes they can become something like a drug that we wish we would not depend on, that we wish we were not addicted to
crawling underneath our silky skin, rolling in waves of pleasure first, then pain
And whats worst is that you can become addicted to certain types of pain - especially when the pain comes from something that once felt so, so right.
Oct 2013 · 418
Seeing People in Places
Victoria Kiely Oct 2013
It is so pretentious to build things with the intention of sharing them with another,
to assume that we will find somebody at all.
Most everything is meant to be shared,
to be experienced in tandem;
to be seen with more eyes than you possess yourself;
felt with two hearts.
Sometimes, we are lucky enough to find but an extention of ourselves.
But that sinking, aching feeling when
that discovered extension of yourself cannot be found is unmatched,
only describable in the smallest of words - “missing you”.
Oct 2013 · 297
Autumn Winds
Victoria Kiely Oct 2013
The transition between seasons makes the trees look strange; like they are both missing something and bare something that they shouldn't simultaneously. The turn of the wind makes trees become barren while still wholly in bloom. the way the leaves look when they finally admit defeat and fall to autumns cruel wind is both beautiful and indescribable, and also entirely imminent.
Oct 2013 · 278
On that fateful day
Victoria Kiely Oct 2013
The day your lover awakes
In the dead of night
With a doubt on their lips
Is the same day that
You lose them
Oct 2013 · 406
Forgotten
Victoria Kiely Oct 2013
You have become something like a stray piece
of forgotten furniture tucked away
from prying eyes, into the back of my
mind. Still very much there, still unaware
of both your and my own existence here.
Still you are attentive of my actions,
although I have long forgotten you watch
Patiently waiting to be seen, silent.
Oct 2013 · 833
Delicacy
Victoria Kiely Oct 2013
You are a delicacy - I struggle to find the median between enjoying you entirely too quickly and not experiencing you at all our of fear that you will disappear. I want to indulge in your fine pleasures and forget the meaning of refinement; I want to swallow you whole just to have all of you inside of my yearning body. You are the forbidden fruit that I cannot have, that I must have but once.
Oct 2013 · 604
Love Yourself
Victoria Kiely Oct 2013
There’s something about a woman who is able to appreciate herself without acknowledgement from another. The woman who continues to breath as a man catches his breath; can tell when enough is enough without being notified; who can do what she wants because she knows her happiness is independent from that of another, is always the woman worth having. Be this type of woman.
Oct 2013 · 251
you Think you Know
Victoria Kiely Oct 2013
You think you know love, that you have experienced all that it has to offer, until you are knee deep in passion and a foothold away from being consumed completely. You think you have all of the answers until you are presented with new questions. You think you know love, but you don’t. You don’t know love until you can feel each beat of their heart, until you can feel the rattling breath within your lover’s chest, feel their presence in the wind, the sun and the sky. You think you know love, but you don’t.
Oct 2013 · 458
Young Dreamers
Victoria Kiely Oct 2013
Everybody, Everybody
Please come quickly. Assemble now to watch
as two become one, as two brace this world
with brave hearts and wild minds; here rests young love,
Both nomadic and questionable in
nature. They know not what lies ahead, but
together they will be the ones to say:
"It is I who has prospered, I who has
Loved unconditionally, undeterred
by solemn miseries”, or so they think.
You know so little, my dear children,
you don’t know any better. How could you?
But here we stand, hand in hand, all the same,
waiting so patiently to take thy name.
Why so hasty my dear, why love in vain?

— The End —