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Victoria Lucas Poem
Dreaming drunk
Teeth grind under the weight of
Time;
An anomalous and vile passage
I writhe in my own grime
Feverish and mad, I cry to my demons
Hope they remember me
Not as the shell to which I’ve been reduced
But a spirit, untouched, worth life
I have never done it well
Every day passes, hurts like hell
And I miss the spot in the sky from which I fell
And to no avail, I scream out to that sky but
Whoever He was has left.
Copyright © Victoria Lucas | Year Posted 2020
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Dedicated to the late Ms. Garbus
She could never be thanked enough
For the ways in which she touched our community
Twisting the tango
As she taught me to
Pursue all of my passions
No need for decisions
A call to action for
Random Acts of Kindness
Personal, I couldn't realize
Blind
Far removed from our view
Glowing, radiant, we remember her
Hardworking determination and
Justin Timberlake poster
To be removed
She was more than a teacher.
Her character is weaved through each of us
Rest easy, Rest easy,
Rest well, Ms. Garbus
Copyright © Victoria Lucas | Year Posted 2019
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I’d like to thank the night
For its darkness
And the beautiful moon and stars
I’d like to thank the night
For letting me walk beneath its sky
And fall apart in its arms
I’d like to thank the night
For making the world silent
And giving me a safe place to cry
I’d like to thank the night
For everything it does
Without even knowing
I’d like to thank the night
For reminding me
That there’s always tomorrow
But most of all, I’d like to thank the night
For helping me grow
Copyright © Victoria Lucas | Year Posted 2019
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I am mad.
The question is not yet settled
whether all that is profound
is compassless in the vast ocean of lucid reason
I loved, unguided,
Among many millions of fragrant flowers
Knowing nothing of the world
Without mentor to govern
My tideful mind
A love for which there were no words
A most hermetic love to find
Are these the most arcane experiences to be had?
I'd be content to know not
Copyright © Victoria Lucas | Year Posted 2019
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An ache deeper than pain
Jealousy.
Damn the one who tempted me
You're irresistible
Dissolve in the acid bath, and
Appear to me as an apparition
Panic as my flesh melts at the sight of you
I've never seen your eyes quite wide
As mine roll from their sockets,
descending to the tiled floor,
Joining the collection of my bones,
bones and guts and eyes galore
I knew you wanted more than this
I knew you wanted more than this
Copyright © Victoria Lucas | Year Posted 2019
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You've driven me quite mad
Love that I've had
For many years over
I still feel the fears of an
Unquelled baby
Longing for its mother
With similar dependency,
I cry for you in the dark
I've still not learned to soothe myself to sleep
Copyright © Victoria Lucas | Year Posted 2019
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Loud passion satisfied
Lovers lay in the lamplight
Joined together in mutual hush,
Silence does not scream as it used to
Light does not crisp the skin of the fragile
Intimacy, germinating from a cloth chrysalis
Loving like lunas with
Dusted wings and an affinity for the light
Copyright © Victoria Lucas | Year Posted 2019
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You're not satisfied
Eyes lacking passion
A burning sensation replaced with ice
Our intensity reduced to a mere glance
sitting in silence where the chatter used to live
I am an afterthought.
Letters you sent her
While I laid in wait
I am patiently going mad
Waiting for you to think of me first
You’re wanted more than I
The attention I crave is
trapped by your thoughtlessness
I want you to want me
Words that go down easy like hard liquor
I only nod
My self loathing is your burden
They were not jokes They are not jokes They will never be jokes
You only worry for me
I don’t care I don’t care I don’t care
You’re hard to reach
Late or Never at all
You arrive
I’ve realized how much you dread to answer
For I’m always too sobered
And you’re much too high for life
Copyright © Victoria Lucas | Year Posted 2019
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Your mother invites me
I realize not that you are tired
of me
Separated by a thin glass wall
You stare through blankly
Ignoring me
I shift and move
Hoping to gain your attention
Though you shift away, and continue the same blank stare
My attempts are fruitless, as always
It’s deafening when we don’t speak
In memory of times when we couldn’t stop
Your brother is much sweeter on my sister
Like you used to be
I feel sad for what I expect to become of them
And you audaciously criticize me
When I dissociate from a character whose ears are blind
To the sound of my voice
Hypocrite, I think grossly to myself
Though you are the one I love most
I am constantly reminded that I want you more
Even in the face of good times,
I am reluctant, for I know they will be brief
Before you stare back into the glass and and neglect me once more
Copyright © Victoria Lucas | Year Posted 2019
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All I had left was a man
I told him I was sick and tired of life.
and I laughed and laughed.
and wondered what I was doing.
I was starving to death.
I’m wicked
God, I’m bad.
the absolute madness and
The mad dream --- grabbing,
forgive me. For- I’m . . . no no, you little half naked Savage
Get away!
Patience and skill had no voice
it was crushed.
he had sworn to forget her
sweet . . .
I was all alone
It had never occured to me
walking those last miles
in the middle of a rush hour,
taking, giving, sighing, dying
I had no eyes
Now it was too late.
Copyright © Victoria Lucas | Year Posted 2019
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