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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
As 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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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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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
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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navigating the inexorable loss of innocence
is a rite of passage
i think i should feel grateful
for the secrets kept
shrouded in smoke from stolen cigarettes
but i shrink in my skin
wishing i could tell my mother
How much i love her and
How scared i really am
i apologize to my mother, but
she can’t forgive me, and
i can’t blame her
i crawled into this adolescent chrysalis and
emerged the useless woman
i promised my father i’d never become
i stole their child, or was it just time?
Copyright © Victoria Lucas | Year Posted 2022
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Willingly, I ran
That was the first sign my life was falling apart
Strange bike that brought me back in one piece, damn you
That hope of abduction never came to fruition
I am complacent in the wake of my life’s finale
Climbing those eight flights of stairs
Only to prolong my denial
Too choked to speak
Life has always been easy
I realize you are a hologram
Motion picture of a mother
You are complacent in the wake of my life’s finale
Sent to bed at five o'clock
The same time it's been since yesterday
I fake asleep
When you walk in with my father
Coughing lies and webs of drunken incongruencies
I am complacent in the wake of my life's finale
We eat, and I sit by the water
Black tide splashing up to my toes
For a moment, I dream of drowning,
Fanatically gasping for air
I'm pulled away by the arrival of pasta
I do not eat, but rather stare as you finish
One, Two, Three, Four
Glasses of wine
I threaten to walk until I'm pacified
Moron, you call me
As we arrive, safely
Climbing those eight flights of stairs
Only to prolong my denial
My eyes are closed
I fake asleep
Sober at midnight
I said something that had scared you, though you don't quite remember
Please talk to you
I liked hearing you beg
Ignoring you in my bed,
I fake asleep
I wake up alone
Breakfast waiting for me
I do not eat.
Yesterday did not happen
I'm seventy feet under
Quite easy it would be to die here, I think
I wish I had.
I was complacent in the wake of my life’s finale
Resurfacing, I refuse my favorite fruit
I do not eat, but rather stare at the water
For a moment, I dream of drowning,
Fanatically gasping for air
I’m complacent in the wake of my life’s finale
We drive in silence
Still crunchy from the salt
I fake asleep
I never woke up
Hypnotized by your lies and
The gaslit fire that kept me warm in my slumber
I dreamt of drowning,
Fanatically gasping for air
Until I fell still, complacent in the wake of my life’s finale
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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