Victoria

Victoria Feb 2013

I can not stand

how

the only time you

talk

to me like you know

who I am

is when you're angry with

me

Victoria Feb 2013

It wasn't a
            bad
                 downhill
                                ride
The seats were leather
the music
was loud

I wasn't afraid
                      to
                            fall
the ground always
                     catches
                               me
and the Batman bandaids
make me look
                        hip.

Victoria Jan 2013

Isaiah

This thirst for water
has become symbolic.
That, or
it's cotton mouth.

Victoria Dec 2012

The Peddler

If
a man
came to you
with a potion promising
you the world
would you
take
it?
All you have to do is
drink. He says, "Take this,
and all of your dreams
will come true."
For all other accounts
he seems sane, he seems
a very logical man.
                                                       His eyes don't seem crazed   and his clothes smell
                                                                        nice. "Take this," he says   Would you get on your


                                                                                                                        knees?

Victoria Dec 2012

Something something

I found it on a Tuesday
it was blue
and oh so new
a tiny crack and
I peeled it back
revealing life
causing death

You know what's a little scarring? Opening an egg and realizing you killed a baby bird. Childhood..

Victoria Dec 2012

Cowboy Boots and Turquoise Jewelry

"Well, that just doesn't pluck my
                                                                heartstrings."
He said at the girl.
Those ruby lips pursed
and he wanted to part them roughly
                                                                with his tongue.
She flipped her honey hair
sending a wave of cigarette smoke
                                                               and expensive
                                                                                    perfume

filling his eyes
and his head
and his mouth
The urge to grab a handful
and push her to her knees
                                                               grew.

He grabbed her hand
bringing it gently to his lips
looking into her brown eyes, he

                                                             winked.

Victoria Sep 2012

Tulips

This music between you and me
is meant to be played
by your heart and mine.
It was meant to make us move and dance,
to pull from us the passions
that make our souls alive.
It was meant to crescendo
at inopportune times.
It was meant to go flat
or strike a wrong chord,
to fall quiet
so no one can hear it
but us.
It was meant to be erratic
and cacophonous.
It was meant to be peaceful
and harmonious.
This music between you and me,
it was meant to sound like this.