Submissions by VicBathurst (VictoriaAlice)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Garden
You are the garden that never grows
no matter how many gardeners plant their seeds
or how much sunshine you get
you fail to flourish
no matter how many gardeners plant their seeds
or how much sunshine you get
you fail to flourish
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For Life
The way you call me honey
So unlike the sweetness i spread on my toast every morning
Draws me in
I hear your deep voice like I do that song I once loved
I know every note
Every chord
Always
You look at me with desire overpopulating your pupil
Until I do not see the colour in your eye at all
I swear I can see you
I can see the you
That you hide behind experimental makeup
And the layers you pack on
Its funny really
That I have spent nights studying your face
So that it is in my mind forever
But I swear to you
The second...
So unlike the sweetness i spread on my toast every morning
Draws me in
I hear your deep voice like I do that song I once loved
I know every note
Every chord
Always
You look at me with desire overpopulating your pupil
Until I do not see the colour in your eye at all
I swear I can see you
I can see the you
That you hide behind experimental makeup
And the layers you pack on
Its funny really
That I have spent nights studying your face
So that it is in my mind forever
But I swear to you
The second...
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I thought I knew
I thought I knew
How to give someone "all of me" for about an hour
How to dodge conversations about feelings and the future
How to turn a simple kiss on the lips into a goodbye
How to please someone without a smile
How to stumble home at 3 am drunk and alone
How to make ecstasy fuelled touching feel like love
And how to make love feel like a disorder
I thought I was happy
But you taught me that there is worth
In morning breath kisses
In hugging someone so tight you feel like one with their skeleton
In drowning in ugly bed...
How to give someone "all of me" for about an hour
How to dodge conversations about feelings and the future
How to turn a simple kiss on the lips into a goodbye
How to please someone without a smile
How to stumble home at 3 am drunk and alone
How to make ecstasy fuelled touching feel like love
And how to make love feel like a disorder
I thought I was happy
But you taught me that there is worth
In morning breath kisses
In hugging someone so tight you feel like one with their skeleton
In drowning in ugly bed...
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Venting About Lost Friendships
The best advice
I've ever received
Came from the lips of my brother
He told me;
The key to ultimate success
And ultimate happiness
Is in the elimination of negative forces surrounding my presence
What he neglected to mention
Was how difficult this process was
I spend nights
Begging on my knees for forgiveness
For being "too much"
My attitude was too much
My actions were too much
My presence was too much
I shrank myself to fit the little box of expectations
My friends had handed to me
Breaking free from that ...
I've ever received
Came from the lips of my brother
He told me;
The key to ultimate success
And ultimate happiness
Is in the elimination of negative forces surrounding my presence
What he neglected to mention
Was how difficult this process was
I spend nights
Begging on my knees for forgiveness
For being "too much"
My attitude was too much
My actions were too much
My presence was too much
I shrank myself to fit the little box of expectations
My friends had handed to me
Breaking free from that ...
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My Comfort Zone
I found safety in my comfort zone
She had brown eyes
And a hatred for herself that consumed her being
After countless nights of reassuring her that she is okay
That everything is okay
She did something miraculous-
She believed it
What I didn't expect in this
Was that she would drift away
Without tying a rope to me and bringing me with her
I watched as she floated down the river towards happiness
I was left naked in a ship that was meant for two
I tried to hook myself onto any willing other without success
Hoping that there was room for...
She had brown eyes
And a hatred for herself that consumed her being
After countless nights of reassuring her that she is okay
That everything is okay
She did something miraculous-
She believed it
What I didn't expect in this
Was that she would drift away
Without tying a rope to me and bringing me with her
I watched as she floated down the river towards happiness
I was left naked in a ship that was meant for two
I tried to hook myself onto any willing other without success
Hoping that there was room for...
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Paranoia
Ask me what paranoia is
While I walk through my house with a knife tucked in the pocket of my house coat
Or when my friends begin to worry about my flashlight collection
Ask me when I'm turning 'on' the lights to go to sleep
Or when my teddy is replaced by a flashlight
Ask me when I'm lying in bed shrieking for hands that are not present to stop grabbing at me
Ask me why I'm picking holes in my skin
Or why the locks on my doors get checked 4 times before I even think about bed
Ask me why I examine every room of the house right when I wake up 'just to be sure'...
While I walk through my house with a knife tucked in the pocket of my house coat
Or when my friends begin to worry about my flashlight collection
Ask me when I'm turning 'on' the lights to go to sleep
Or when my teddy is replaced by a flashlight
Ask me when I'm lying in bed shrieking for hands that are not present to stop grabbing at me
Ask me why I'm picking holes in my skin
Or why the locks on my doors get checked 4 times before I even think about bed
Ask me why I examine every room of the house right when I wake up 'just to be sure'...
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Natural Disaster
A tornado came
In an unexpected whirl
Blowing away the village
That once housed my sanity
It tore apart my stability
Flooded my thoughts
When it passed
When it was all over
I bent down
Stared at the wreckage that once housed my very being
And I began piecing back parts of my life
But the result never mirrored exactly what I had started with
Like missing pieces blew away
Fleeing from the scene
In an unexpected whirl
Blowing away the village
That once housed my sanity
It tore apart my stability
Flooded my thoughts
When it passed
When it was all over
I bent down
Stared at the wreckage that once housed my very being
And I began piecing back parts of my life
But the result never mirrored exactly what I had started with
Like missing pieces blew away
Fleeing from the scene
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The process of art in bruises
Your hands wet with paint
Slap me and hit me
Harder and harder with each blow
The paint dripping off my body like a colourful waterfall
Your voice
Terrifyingly calm
With a subtle hint of rage in your words
Cause my mind to close in itself
Your voice may be small
But it continually causes my being to flinch when you make a noise
You take a step back
Thats when I know its over
You admire the art you have just made
You stare at the blast of colours bursting from my body
The paint covering the terrified expression on my...
Slap me and hit me
Harder and harder with each blow
The paint dripping off my body like a colourful waterfall
Your voice
Terrifyingly calm
With a subtle hint of rage in your words
Cause my mind to close in itself
Your voice may be small
But it continually causes my being to flinch when you make a noise
You take a step back
Thats when I know its over
You admire the art you have just made
You stare at the blast of colours bursting from my body
The paint covering the terrified expression on my...
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the artist
The beautiful canvas that once housed my glowing skin
Now has markings splattered across it
The soft purple blends with the brown and yellow
This delicate mixture of colour takes up a small portion of my once porcelain skin
Directly where my eye meets my cheekbone
A spot where the artist wishes he could go back
And fix it
Now has markings splattered across it
The soft purple blends with the brown and yellow
This delicate mixture of colour takes up a small portion of my once porcelain skin
Directly where my eye meets my cheekbone
A spot where the artist wishes he could go back
And fix it
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Time Is The Killer
There is one picture of us
Running around a field of dandelions and weeds
Baby teeth framed through smiles spread ear to ear
Never stopping long enough to catch our breath
You can feel the joy and bliss
Through the crumpled paper
Back when our hearts pumped energy
And our wounds bled memories
Youth is such a beautiful thing to loose
It is not something that we walk away from
It is something that gets lost in our being throughout time
Time is the killer of all the moments we promised we'd never forget
Now, the photographs are...
Running around a field of dandelions and weeds
Baby teeth framed through smiles spread ear to ear
Never stopping long enough to catch our breath
You can feel the joy and bliss
Through the crumpled paper
Back when our hearts pumped energy
And our wounds bled memories
Youth is such a beautiful thing to loose
It is not something that we walk away from
It is something that gets lost in our being throughout time
Time is the killer of all the moments we promised we'd never forget
Now, the photographs are...
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Wait, Come Back
When the accident first happened
I thought there'd be no pain
As extreme as the one I was feeling
The thought of you gone was as unbearable as it was heartbreaking
You, the one who brought my shrieking 6 pound naked self into the world
the one who made sunday breakfast enjoyable with just your smile
you, who taught me how to walk, talk and love
wait, come back
I can't remember how sweet your voice is
It's no longer ringing in my ears
wait, come back
I forget what it's like to have your hand hold mine
your hand is no longer...
I thought there'd be no pain
As extreme as the one I was feeling
The thought of you gone was as unbearable as it was heartbreaking
You, the one who brought my shrieking 6 pound naked self into the world
the one who made sunday breakfast enjoyable with just your smile
you, who taught me how to walk, talk and love
wait, come back
I can't remember how sweet your voice is
It's no longer ringing in my ears
wait, come back
I forget what it's like to have your hand hold mine
your hand is no longer...
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137 Steps To Sobriety
137 steps.
I climbed up
Moving towards the bright banner
With the words "Sober"
Flashing in bright lights
137 steps.
Each time proving to the few left who care
That this time is the last time
137 steps.
Of saying no
To each tempting offer
Don't you dare say that it is a choice
137 steps.
That I struggled with
Each day
As I started the day with a war commencing in my mind
My body rejecting everything I put into it
Including love
There was nothing I craved more
The glass was empty...
I climbed up
Moving towards the bright banner
With the words "Sober"
Flashing in bright lights
137 steps.
Each time proving to the few left who care
That this time is the last time
137 steps.
Of saying no
To each tempting offer
Don't you dare say that it is a choice
137 steps.
That I struggled with
Each day
As I started the day with a war commencing in my mind
My body rejecting everything I put into it
Including love
There was nothing I craved more
The glass was empty...
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