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Victoria Peace Jan 2015
My biggest fear in this life is to be insignificant,
to change the world in no way fathomable
and that my being is forgotten forever;
to not be remembered.

There is so much that I want to say, need to say, but the way to
release is not yet apparent.
I fear that my time will run out.

But then I remember, that my
veins that coarse with blood are the maps of the world
that I am yet to discover
and that this life is a journey and I was born to travel.

And the crimson and plum shapes that decorate my
flesh which hold many memories inside their outline,
are the collapse of a nebula in the sky
that creates the birth of a star.

I, myself, collapsed.
I crumbled to the ground into dust and could find no way to grow again.
But that was not my destruction, after all.
It was my birth.
I was reborn from the same dust as the stars and
I can soar through the sky with the blood pumping through my veins.

I am alive.
I am so alive because I am nature itself.
How could I be insignificant when I have
galaxies expanding through my body and
flowers blooming in my mind,
that are being watered by the fall of October rain.

I am nature itself,
and I have never felt
more alive.

I am full of the world.
Victoria Peace Dec 2014
The words that have become the key to my thoughts, locked inside the forest of my mind elude me when I have finally summoned the courage to face them.
Elusive, like everything else; friends, family, dreams, aspirations,
often leave me,
Written as 4.26 am
Victoria Peace Dec 2014
I have so much to express but
sadly I cannot find the somewhat suitable combination of
26 letters to form the constellations

of thoughts in my withered mind.
I forget how to breathe, how to function,
when the words slip back down my

throat and settle in the pit of my stomach,
along with the variation of emotions that
I cannot express, either.

I am horribly limited.
Victoria Peace Dec 2014
It feels like forever ago since your eyes burned into mine; I haven't felt alive since.
I ache for you, when I can't sleep my thoughts always spiral back to you.
I was broken, bruised and burned, but I would give so much to have it all again, to feel my bones ignite with life and my blood to pump with such intensity that had escaped my body.
I would give so much just to feel, once more.
I know you are happy now, without me in your life, but I can't help that my being is yearning for you.
You have never felt further away. The words that get caught in my throat are the words I didn't say to you that linger, which suffocate and choke the fragmented sentences that I can piece together. But it is the closest thing that I have to your memory and how it made me feel seeing your eyes roar wildly into the night.
I will forever be tarnished with a void that can only be filled by you; but I will learn to live without you.

At least we are looking under the same stars.
And I see you in ever single spark that lights up our sky.
  Dec 2014 Victoria Peace
Madisen Kuhn
i think we still exist
somewhere in the universe
behind the sun
where all of earth’s abandoned
soulmates go to rest
i think i can see us
when i look up at the sky
and squint directly into
the rays of light,
your brown eyes burning
into mine

i think we are together
in the time that trails behind
the present, dancing
in circles until the last stars
fizzle out

i think that our promises
seeped into the soil, like
february rain, our souls sown
together, tucked in
beneath the world

i think what we had is
somewhere just out of reach,
pulsing in the dim spaces
between heat lightning

and although, in this lifetime,
we became nothing but shadows,
monsters that linger on bedroom walls

we are there, we are alive,
and we are still in love.
Victoria Peace Dec 2014
I come from ****** noses and scraped knees.
Bright blue eyes holding onto the promise of tomorrow
that will never come.
I come from optimism,
forever filled with the hope of
something better.
I come from sugar coated lies
Spoken from caved lips of hidden truth.
I come from pangs of anxiety, balled fists and damp eyes.
I come from the heartbeat in my ear drums that cannot be escaped.
I close my eyes, but fire burns brighter in the darkness.

I come from misconception.
I begin to understand the world for what it is.
I come from a new beginning; hopeful of a better start to something new, but forever fearful.
I come from power, of a stronger person that has been painfully carved along the way.
It is all a matter of perspective.

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