Escape.

feet strike pavement, echoes of a path I used to take. running from you, or toward? both are the same mistake. why do the cracks in the concrete make me crave the scratching tickle of your kiss? escape I’m free of this illusion but you’re the lie I hate to miss. Thanks for reading, Victoria…

Staying Busy at the DBZ!

I had a very busy week at The Daily Buzz, producing a substantial amount of content for their Thanksgiving and Black Friday shows. Watching the hosts perform my skits and read my articles is such a humbling/ rewarding experience; I can’t imagine my life without it now. While the videos aren’t up yet, you can…

Mask

and when the mask fades away stripped of the layers of false hope joy pride faith love all that’s left is a sad, sad girl ————————————- Thanks for reading, Victoria Elizabeth

Burn, burn, burn.

” …but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow Roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.” – Jack Kerouac A photo I took during the Illuminations show at Epcot. Perfectly out of focus. Perfectly imperfect. I adore it.   Happy, Victoria Elizabeth

“The Liar” – a poem for Jamie Croom.

You were a tailor, wearing suits of crafted tales, woven lies, snug and warm, of the finest filigree, no less. You were a magician, pulling stories from your breast, blooming blossoms of perfumed petals, to hide the rabbit in your hat. You were a performer, contorting and reshaping before my eyes, a languid, flexible figure,…