Submissions by VicBathurst (VictoriaAlice)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Piano
The dry aged hands stroke the piano keys freely
She closes her eyes and sways gracefully
Her hands have memorized the keys
Allowing herself to listen to the notes
As they interrupt the silence of the room
She closes her eyes and sways gracefully
Her hands have memorized the keys
Allowing herself to listen to the notes
As they interrupt the silence of the room
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One Day
One day
I will attempt to explain to my little girl
The inevitable battle we all face in growing up
Where we must strap on our best battle boots
And our helmets
And jump head first day after dreadful day
One day
I will tell my little girl;
You will be struck with the arrow of love
And when you least expect it
You will feel as if your heart is soaring
Higher than any butterfly can reach
But remember my darling,
This is a battle
And there are no butterflies here.
I will attempt to explain to my little girl
The inevitable battle we all face in growing up
Where we must strap on our best battle boots
And our helmets
And jump head first day after dreadful day
One day
I will tell my little girl;
You will be struck with the arrow of love
And when you least expect it
You will feel as if your heart is soaring
Higher than any butterfly can reach
But remember my darling,
This is a battle
And there are no butterflies here.
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The Feelings Of a Galaxy
Theres so many things
Too difficult to put into words
I feel as if I'm just grazing the edge
Of an otherwise enormous galaxy
A galaxy filled with
Sadness
Heartbreak
Lust
Love
Desire
Joy
Our minds are spending so much time
Enjoying each sensation
And reaching out for more
Like an addiction that can't be tamed
That we refuse to stop
Or slow down enough to explore it and understand it
Too difficult to put into words
I feel as if I'm just grazing the edge
Of an otherwise enormous galaxy
A galaxy filled with
Sadness
Heartbreak
Lust
Love
Desire
Joy
Our minds are spending so much time
Enjoying each sensation
And reaching out for more
Like an addiction that can't be tamed
That we refuse to stop
Or slow down enough to explore it and understand it
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My Walk Along the Beach
I walked along the beach
All the way till the sand disappeared into the ocean
For part of the way
I noticed that I was walking in a strangers footprints
My feet unknowingly were hesitant to make their own path
As I walked closer to the water
The footprints vanished
As if they never existed in the first place
My path was no longer carved evidently in front of me
My feet were free to do whatever they wanted
On my way back
My feet gravitated away from all other marks
Allowing myself to make my own mark in the sand
All the way till the sand disappeared into the ocean
For part of the way
I noticed that I was walking in a strangers footprints
My feet unknowingly were hesitant to make their own path
As I walked closer to the water
The footprints vanished
As if they never existed in the first place
My path was no longer carved evidently in front of me
My feet were free to do whatever they wanted
On my way back
My feet gravitated away from all other marks
Allowing myself to make my own mark in the sand
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Warning signs
He raises the glass of whiskey to his chapped lips
Even the smell of it sends warning sings through his system
He ignores them all and downs the glass
Everything in the room is muted
It looks as if it's a complete blur
Fifteen years has passed since he's so much as touched a bottle
A bottle that's been controlling too much of his life
His own son
Too often left outside
Battered and beaten
Kicked out to the curb trying to restrain his own father
From downing another bottle
His suicide note was left in the alcohol cabinet ...
Even the smell of it sends warning sings through his system
He ignores them all and downs the glass
Everything in the room is muted
It looks as if it's a complete blur
Fifteen years has passed since he's so much as touched a bottle
A bottle that's been controlling too much of his life
His own son
Too often left outside
Battered and beaten
Kicked out to the curb trying to restrain his own father
From downing another bottle
His suicide note was left in the alcohol cabinet ...
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Naked and In Love
It is 8:52 when I wake
Still in your firm hold
I roll over
To see you staring at me
Your eyes
Are unusually placid and at ease
I lean close
Soaking up your love and warmth
As I rest my head on your chest
Listening to the soft thumps of your heart
Watching your chest rise and fall
We don't say a word
We hide behind layers of blankets
Allowing it to shield us from the real world
The sunlight sparkles through the window
Revealing a cloudless sky
We stay like this for the rest of the day
We let the morning last...
Still in your firm hold
I roll over
To see you staring at me
Your eyes
Are unusually placid and at ease
I lean close
Soaking up your love and warmth
As I rest my head on your chest
Listening to the soft thumps of your heart
Watching your chest rise and fall
We don't say a word
We hide behind layers of blankets
Allowing it to shield us from the real world
The sunlight sparkles through the window
Revealing a cloudless sky
We stay like this for the rest of the day
We let the morning last...
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The Inevitable End To Every Love Story
Laying in a mess of pillows and blankets
We absorb each others presence as if it was our last hours together
Because we both know this will never last
Our love was irrational,
Reckless
And toxic
That's what was beautiful about it
In a world filled with expectations and boundaries
I was finally set free
I was no longer the cautious girl
Tip toeing through life
Making sure I don't insult or bother anyone
I was a lion
Fierce, violent and exciting
Seeking out pleasure and bliss
I abandoned who I used to be and...
We absorb each others presence as if it was our last hours together
Because we both know this will never last
Our love was irrational,
Reckless
And toxic
That's what was beautiful about it
In a world filled with expectations and boundaries
I was finally set free
I was no longer the cautious girl
Tip toeing through life
Making sure I don't insult or bother anyone
I was a lion
Fierce, violent and exciting
Seeking out pleasure and bliss
I abandoned who I used to be and...
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Silhouette
The brilliant light was shinning behind him
So that only the silhouette of his face was showing
Theres something about looking at the silhouette of someones face
That makes you see them in a new light
You can't see the wrinkles
Or the scars
The marks and imperfections are invisible
All you see is the outline
And it's beautiful
It's as if you're seeing someone's face for the first time
You neglect to see the scar above their cheek
Or the bruise under the jaw
It's beautiful
So that only the silhouette of his face was showing
Theres something about looking at the silhouette of someones face
That makes you see them in a new light
You can't see the wrinkles
Or the scars
The marks and imperfections are invisible
All you see is the outline
And it's beautiful
It's as if you're seeing someone's face for the first time
You neglect to see the scar above their cheek
Or the bruise under the jaw
It's beautiful
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Toxic Love
Every word that comes stumbling out of your mouth
Tears through me like a knife
You are unaware of how badly you're wounding me
This knife is cutting deeper and deeper
I can't do this anymore
I refuse to put myself through this torture
I pull the knife out
Attempt to fix my wounds
And leave
But every time I shut the door
I run back
Afraid of what I might face
I've put up with this toxic for so long
That anything else feels wrong
Tears through me like a knife
You are unaware of how badly you're wounding me
This knife is cutting deeper and deeper
I can't do this anymore
I refuse to put myself through this torture
I pull the knife out
Attempt to fix my wounds
And leave
But every time I shut the door
I run back
Afraid of what I might face
I've put up with this toxic for so long
That anything else feels wrong
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Little Girl
Little Girl,
I see so clearly now
That growing up is inevitable of course physically
But mentally it hits us at different times
Little Girl ,
It's the moment when you trade scrapes on your knees
That you neglect to care for
To scrapes on your heart
That pains you to the core
Little Girl,
With the attitude of a hero
But a heart so reckless
It refuses to catch the arrow
You get lost in the maze of your own life
Unable to remember your way out
Little Girl,
Be the brightest shinning diamond in a pit of coal...
I see so clearly now
That growing up is inevitable of course physically
But mentally it hits us at different times
Little Girl ,
It's the moment when you trade scrapes on your knees
That you neglect to care for
To scrapes on your heart
That pains you to the core
Little Girl,
With the attitude of a hero
But a heart so reckless
It refuses to catch the arrow
You get lost in the maze of your own life
Unable to remember your way out
Little Girl,
Be the brightest shinning diamond in a pit of coal...
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cigarette
Pulling out an unlit cigarette
From a pack of trouble and struggle
She puts it to her perfectly painted lips
She inhales with such fierceness
As if she's hoping to hide her shame and remorse behind the cloud of smoke
From a pack of trouble and struggle
She puts it to her perfectly painted lips
She inhales with such fierceness
As if she's hoping to hide her shame and remorse behind the cloud of smoke
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12:33 am
It is 12:33 am
And I can't sleep,
The memory I've spent a lifetime trying to suppress has surfaced
It hits me in the weakest moments
When my mind is simply floating
Bordering the line between consciousness
And oblivion
It is 12:33am
And I am lying in an unmade bed
Grasping the covers
In hopes of them shielding me from the inevitable flash back
It is 12:33am
And I think I'm going crazy
I've spent my life trying to hide behind pills and powder
The flashes hit me one by one
In this unwanted memory
It is 12:33 am...
And I can't sleep,
The memory I've spent a lifetime trying to suppress has surfaced
It hits me in the weakest moments
When my mind is simply floating
Bordering the line between consciousness
And oblivion
It is 12:33am
And I am lying in an unmade bed
Grasping the covers
In hopes of them shielding me from the inevitable flash back
It is 12:33am
And I think I'm going crazy
I've spent my life trying to hide behind pills and powder
The flashes hit me one by one
In this unwanted memory
It is 12:33 am...
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