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Victoria Z. Poem
My fingertips graze against the smooth spines
Of so many friends, stories, and realms
All in the comfort of my home
Waiting
Sunlight from the large windows illuminate my haven
My feet raise to their tiptoes
Allowing for me to reach
Reach for the comfort of another life
I pull my newest addiction from its perch
Allowing it to gracefully fall into my arms
Like a starved lion, I make my way to the window sill
To devour this gazelle
Warmth radiates from the kiss of sun
Whilst I reveal secrets hidden in rough, thick binding
Fresh paper and ink have no better recognition than scent
Unless that ink coats your fingers
The rustle of turning pages fill the void
Allowing me to slip away for just one moment
Before a familiar pain radiates through me
Blood wells up along the cut
I raise my finger to my lips
A strong, metallic taste dances on my tongue
Assessing the damage
A red stain tries to blot out ‘you’
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Victoria Z. Poem
A whirlwind of adventure accompanies 23
From coast to coast and all abroad
My plane fees cost more than an apartment
And that’s okay because
I saw the world with eyes wide open
I dined on pizza and pasta
Met a painter, though he was more than that to me
I thought it was meant to be, but jagged edges cut my skin
I saw Italy with eyes wide open
My arrival was accompanied by a new language
Sakura blossoms cover the city in a pink glaze
I have a long conversation at a local cafe about inochi
I saw Japan with eyes wide open
Back to English with a cup of tea
Double decker buses flood the crowded streets
Meanwhile, Big Ben chimes midnight
I saw Britain with eyes wide open
The stampede of bulls and cheering onlookers
Spicy foods taint my tastebuds
Heat seems to seep into every pore
I saw Spain with eyes wide open
The haunting memories of World War ll
Savory sausage and cheese
Oktoberfest energizes the country
I saw Germany with eyes wide open
Making friends with a mime, though he spoke little
Wearing my new beret askew
I become a sculptor's muse
I saw France with eyes wide open
Lions and elephants are mere walks away
I eat roasted goat with locals in celebration
Learning to basket weave in a different tongue, yet all the same
I saw Kenya with eyes wide open
So, here I am, merely 23
And I saw the world with eyes wide open
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Victoria Z. Poem
Tears cover lashes that have forgotten what heaven feels like
A somber revival rids the mind of its burning passion
The want. subtle jealousy, and yearning gone
With a mere head bob and shoulder roll
In a dance club or spy movie
Where they prep for a fight
Pursed lips in front of a low rider
A foot tap
Hips shaking to a high energy heartbeat
Like girls on a roadtrip
Who dream of a secret meadow with a lover
Spinning in circles that hike the trail of life
Peace takes on a techno beat
Bodies grinding in a building mystery
Thoughts wrap around the need to accomplish
To help, hope, and try for the finish line
Open mouths belt ballads outside windows
Desire turns into a hypnotic trance
Of gypsies dancing with hip rolls in eight
Reverting to simpler times, begging
For the open penetration of minds in a contemporary flow
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Victoria Z. Poem
I run on shards of glass
The path seems endless
Darkness suffocates me
I want to stop
But I can’t
Leave you.
Barbed wire constricts around my wrists
Sharp needle-like points dig into my skin
Blood slowly drips from my wounds
I struggle to free myself
But I can’t
Leave you.
A hammer strikes me
Time and time again
Knees hit the ground
I try to stand
But I can’t
Leave you.
Pain radiates through my torso
A snake constricts around my waist
Breathing turns heavy
I try to pull it off
But I can’t
Leave you.
My mouth aches
Stitches sew my mouth shut
Muffled screams fill the room
I try to speak
But I can’t
Leave you.
A boxing ring and opponent
I’m frozen in place
He lunges at me
I want to fight back
But I can’t
Leave you.
I need to tell someone
But I can’t
Leave you.
I need to escape
But I can’t
Leave you.
And after so many years of hearing: “You can’t” from your lips
I want to leave you
And I need to leave you
But I can’t
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Victoria Z. Poem
Pieces of a shattered heart surround you
Your feet dance upon a broken soul
That night you said adieu
You had met your goal
Your strong, sensitive gaze
A smile that could set the world afire
It puts your victims in a thick haze
They don’t know their situation is dire
But something changes in a flash
That gaze turns cold, icy
You can only leave a long gash
Which was once pleasant has turned dicey
Yet, you claim another prize with glee
Why, oh why, did you have to pick me?
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