tracing my lines

September 18, 2010 § Leave a comment

I feel you in the dark,
find the line of my back.
follow it up from
the roots of the tree.

then
‪trace it across my shoulders‬.
to the hollow
where it intersects
with the base of my neck.

and there.
that’s where you stopped tracing.
then.
then with your whole hands.
with all the weight of you.
that’s where i feel you.
the light touch
contradicting the heavy.
and all my nerves.
all my nerves are burning.

The White Mountain

September 18, 2010 § Leave a comment


“Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.”
The Old Astronomer to His Pupil – Sarah Williams

-z-

Faith Hope and Love

September 17, 2010 § 3 Comments

I am the ghost
of the child I was once was
An apparition of the man
I will become
The memory ‘O man, that dust thou art
and to dust I shalt return’

And somewhere in the miracle
of growing,
a miracle occurred
the only parts worth really knowing
are the most important parts interred,
not in broken ground
and cemetery stones
but in the shadow of my dreams,
in the substance of my bones.

-z-

What’s Yours?

September 16, 2010 § Leave a comment

“I have found, in short, from reading my own writing, that my subject in fiction is the action of grace in territory held largely by the devil.”  Flannery O’ Connor

– z –

A Truth: To My Body

July 23, 2010 § Leave a comment

You are my affliction
We are old live-ins

I hate you with new fury
You are the drug, you are fear, you are dark before light

Kicking and screaming
You leave me, sharp and tingling

To bleed, the pain a respite
Preferred to your uninvited quiet

When this spirit cowers
Claws drawn, teeth bared, eyes rolling back

A whispering over gaping well-wishers
you are staying, you are prevailing, you prove yourself

the way madness implores with terror in its eyes
to know that tomorrow holds your presence

-L

The Existence of Life

May 22, 2010 § Leave a comment

 We are arranged by the slightest moments in our existence. 

Life is not gauged by the once in a lifetime experiences that very few ever know. 

Who we are to become happens over laughter during a game of dominoes. 

It happens during a conversation with an addict aunt as you drive her to her next high. 

We are transformed in the shadows….

At that moment when your father finally says he loves you. 

Existing happens when you stumble across a song that sets the mood for your year. 

It occurs when you meet the first person who breaks your heart. 

Life begins when you realize you’ve learned something about yourself. 

It is not found in the moment when you learn to tie your shoe but when you are an adult and you look back on the day you learned to tie your shoe. 

Life is simply living….

That constant push toward not living. 

Life is waking and sleeping but it is also the moments between the two. 

Life is not what you make it. 

Life is not an invention dreamed up by the plans of men.  

Existing has always existed….life has always been alive. 

Live your life because every moment is a once in a lifetime experience. 

BY.Vic

i live here

May 22, 2010 § Leave a comment

Unlocking love behind vaults of uncertainty

 Silent alarms calling for fear and misery

 Please don’t rob me from my alone

 I live here

Talking to silence waiting for her reply

 I chose forsaken never questioning why

 Alone is a throne you never have to share

 I live here

Selfish as children with chocolate on their faces

 Mocking others and the submissive decisions they are making

 Crying a single tear because two is so many

 I live here

Meeting a king who died all alone

 Beaten until his lips would not groan

 Forsaken by his father as I spat on his throne

 Calling me friend inviting me home

 I live here

                                                                                                                        BY. Vic