Let Freedom Ring.
And from the ashes we rise up, stronger and more beautiful than we were before. ~ Victoria Elizabeth
Alone.
bodies bumping, pressed together by brutal cold, sardines flapping in a tin can. fingers flying, faces illuminated in the LED glow of a screen. hot breath, fogging the windows, as we try to warm the chill between us. so close together yet always alone. ____________________________ Thanks for reading, ~ Victoria Elizabeth
Pray with me.
On a trip to NYC. Thanks for viewing, ~ Victoria Elizabeth
One Man’s Weed
I’d rather be his flower any day. – Victoria Elizabeth
House of Mouse
There’s something about the glow from those Mickey ears that just makes this photo work. ~ Victoria Elizabeth
Dance.
grace dripping, off sharpened collar bones. beauty in the shadow of a rib. poise, point. i envy her. ________________________ Thank you for reading, ~ Victoria Elizabeth
Goodbye, a new poem.
the words come easy, hard candies rolled on the tongue. it should be hard to go, to stay, to want both and none of it at all.
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…
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
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