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Victoria Feb 2015
As long as i live
until I die
Remind me that I am not God
tell me again
that I cannot control everything
that I should not control everything
lift me up
as long as I live
until I die
I want to look at you
Victoria Jan 2015
I discussed the universe with the
internet
I wiki'd what it meant to have
free will
I read the hate from the
Christians
I read the hate from the
Atheists
I raised my questions to the
sky
tossing my hopes
upward
my hands are open
my palms are up
"please sir,
may I have some more?"
I am so
hungry
Where is my manna?
Victoria Jan 2015
I could tell what mood she was in by the apron she was wearing. She was mixing something sweet. The air hung heavy with powdered sugar. I slipped into our small kitchen and wrapped my arms around her. I could feel the heat of her back on my chest. I gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. She dipped a finger into that sugary goodness and brought it to my lips. I licked that divine icing from her index finger and whispered, "I want more."
Victoria Jan 2015
eat your tortillas silly noodle
today we are poor
money falls
like rings lost in sonic
the most aggravating noise
eat your tortillas silly noodle
your mom can be so
irresponsible
Light and fluffy.
Victoria Dec 2014
I didn't know what it was
but it's better now that I do
I was disappointed when we didn't
and from there
things changed
and I didn't know what I wanted
but at that moment I knew
I wanted
you
When you think you know what love is, but then someone shows you what it can really be like
Victoria Nov 2014
He's New York penthouse
and I'm small town trailer park.
Kinda worried my blue collar might
stain the white one he wears so well...
But he likes the way my perfume smells
(I don't tell him it's from Walmart)
when it lingers on his pillows
and I like the way his sweaters fit me
(my favorite's his from college).
He holds my hand in public
and folds my clothes after ***,
I hide under the blankets
as he gets ready for work.
He's New York penthouse
and I'm small town trailer park
but he tells me I'm just what he needs.
So maybe I'll leave my toothbrush in his bathroom
and a dress in his closet,
maybe get comfy (or frisky) on the couch,
maybe I'll let him say "we" a few times,
I might even try it out,
We
Us
maybe add some future words,
Will
Should
Next summer
Next Christmas.
He's New York penthouse
and I'm small town trailer park
but We
say, "I love you"
Victoria Oct 2014
But you
weren't.
**** is ****. It took a while for me to learn this. Just because you are dating someone doesn't mean you have to have *** with them. Just because you say you love the person doesn't mean they have a right to your body. You body is yours and God's. There are many ways of manipulation and **** doesn't always have to be a violent act. Threats of suicide and passive aggressive anger and manipulations can wear your soul down. Back handed insults and stabs at your loyalty make you feel like, maybe you should just give in.  This happened to me when I was young. It was still ****. To anyone out there going through it, LEAVE the situation. Tell someone. Psychological abuse is still abuse, and real love comes from the heart. You choose to love and you act accordingly. I didn't get help when I should have. I didn't know what was happening. *** is not an obligation just because you're dating.
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