tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82551322029634549862024-02-19T19:54:27.856-06:00Sporadically Speaking...A compendium of humorous anecdotes, self-indulgent perspectives, mediocre poems, random thoughts, and short essays.Miss Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128207124506217619noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255132202963454986.post-87502906957560703222011-06-20T02:25:00.001-05:002011-06-20T02:25:00.795-05:00Fear of the Unkown (Becoming Known)<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">100 lines worth crossing<br />Your mind</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">...<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Scared of Safety</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><br />for 06/15/2011</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><br /><br />Newly old dates</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Carrying new weight</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">New thoughts</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><br />Old emotions</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Hating the fear</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><br />The fear that seemed to be overcome<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">This same day</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><br />Years ago.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Now a new yet familiar</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><br />Voyage to Atlantis.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Fresh and new</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><br />Refreshing; I knew</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Right.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Away (it went)</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Walls down,</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Seeing clearly for the second time, but</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">New fogs lifted.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">(I knew fogs lifted)</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Eventually.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Old pains healed by seeing through new panes.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">You know me because</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><br />You know You.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Your soft touches like</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">New blood running through my veins</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Creating my heartbeat</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Anew with each moment.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><br />With You</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Each word is like</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">My unconscious thoughts awakening,</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><br />Spoken through Your lips.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Once bitten, but twice shy</span><span style="font-size:85%;">,<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Somehow I am twice bitten but</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Somehow not shy.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Not shying away from excellence</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">The possibility of</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Positivity.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Happiness.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Light and love and laughter;</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">It is not You I am afraid of.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">You I trust.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">I fear how real this is-</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">How real it could be-</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">How reality could be</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">So much better than</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">I forgot was possible.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">All the tears</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><br />Are nothing compared to</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">This feeling-</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">This wonderment</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><br />(Wonderful wondering).</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Isn't this what We all<br />Yearn for?<br />I've learned not to run from safety.<br />I've learned how wild safety can be-<br />How safe the wild can be.<br />I don't have to live on hope<br />With You.<br />I can live-<br />Simply live.<br />Simply be.<br /><br />You've told me.<br />You're scared.<br />Scared of my safety or<br />Scared of my threat is<br />The real question.<br />Will You be happier<br />If You don't discover<br />The answer?<br />I won't.<br />Only You know.<br /><br />So I bare myself<br />I'm on the line<br />Edging<br />The thin line between<br />Love (only love) and<br />Hate (of the unknown,<br />Of possibilities so great-<br />So perfect or<br />So disastrous).<br />Cross.<br /><br />Your heart<br />Is as safe<br />In my hands as it<br />Is in Your chest.<br />Love should only ever<br />Expand your life.<br />Expand your soul.<br />I can't limit You.<br />I can't limit me.<br />I can't limit Us.<br /><br />You know me because<br />You know You.<br />Each note we hear-<br />Each chord-<br />No discord, but<br />Beautiful dissonance.<br />You love unresolved resolution.<br />The unanswered possibility.<br />Will this be music<br />(You cover my eyes for)?<br /></span>Miss Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128207124506217619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255132202963454986.post-49991368261421634432010-06-11T19:03:00.000-05:002010-06-11T19:22:10.849-05:00Eurema nise<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhglq7Susk7kv9QrvhF9sYQrDclFERe5E9Ex1dzQM8GReLHUg_KXp0yRnHu5T8PDDh24nI5T4f5RRhNMIunxRvLIgtYHwpbE3g0BEtCyrkeHRfUWZkhbApqAUtwGgLJAOGfA4kuQWhjZeQ/s1600/mimosayellow.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 123px; height: 108px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhglq7Susk7kv9QrvhF9sYQrDclFERe5E9Ex1dzQM8GReLHUg_KXp0yRnHu5T8PDDh24nI5T4f5RRhNMIunxRvLIgtYHwpbE3g0BEtCyrkeHRfUWZkhbApqAUtwGgLJAOGfA4kuQWhjZeQ/s400/mimosayellow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481675541571249858" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Still Flutters</span><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">written 06/11/2010</span><br /><br />The Mimosa Yellow butterfly lies on the ground<br />Like a bit of pale yellow tissue paper<br />Caught among the blades<br />Of grass,<br />Alive, yet still,<br />Silent.<br />Like thoughts of you,<br />It entered my day<br />Suddenly,<br />Unexpectedly-<br />Beautiful, delicate, and natural.<br />Just like you- <br />Your heart-<br />It is an untouchable thing.<br />As much as I may want to,<br />I cannot hold you.<br />I can only hold<br />Onto my thoughts,<br />Memories, and<br />Deep wishes.<br />The wings of the butterfly<br />Gently flutter<br />As you once made my heart flutter <br />With a single kiss-<br />A final, unrequited kiss<br />That still flutters.<br />My heart lies.<br />On the ground, like a Mimosa Yellow butterfly-<br />I am still.<br />Caught among the blades-<br />Alive, yet still.<br />Silent...<br />Still...<br />Fluttering.Miss Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128207124506217619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255132202963454986.post-70358266586175237632010-06-11T18:26:00.000-05:002010-06-12T11:45:56.065-05:00Rusty...It's been a long while since I've written any poetry or at the very least since I shared any... Ignore or be kind, please. :)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5:28 am</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">written 05/31/2010</span><br /><br />I awake to you-<br />Not next to me,<br />But ingrained in my mind-<br />With me, but not with me.<br />I rise.<br />My thoughts of you rise<br />Like the Sun in the East-<br />Daily,<br />Regularly,<br />Predictably,<br />Consistently.<br />As natural as a breath,<br />As steady as a heartbeat,<br />My thoughts of you,<br />Giving life<br />To my passion,<br />Awaking my brain.<br />Electric with possibility,<br />We live-<br />If only within me-<br />Souls expanding with experiences-<br />Purposeful,<br />Potential.<br />Kinetic,<br />Our energy a beautiful positivity.<br />Unexpected,<br />Unvoiced,<br />A beautiful secret<br />Not fully known even to we two.<br />But<br />We two,<br />As two,<br />Can, too,<br />Be.<br />Happy.Miss Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128207124506217619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8255132202963454986.post-7968969050406998812010-03-15T23:16:00.000-05:002010-03-15T23:30:23.680-05:00The DiVA Diaries<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJU6rXbewb9xSFYDj7Ri7L87CJLdFJMWvwwjCdNd_yaxq-WEOrgW8Ihhf71IE5QQ6Wjq4_0iZ72Rg530n8qLN9DEOL6skn1-dCfPf9hmD1pL7oKzk8xlrRy0PiY7tNNe6gDrY6E2rj2II/s1600-h/GayPhotobooth.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJU6rXbewb9xSFYDj7Ri7L87CJLdFJMWvwwjCdNd_yaxq-WEOrgW8Ihhf71IE5QQ6Wjq4_0iZ72Rg530n8qLN9DEOL6skn1-dCfPf9hmD1pL7oKzk8xlrRy0PiY7tNNe6gDrY6E2rj2II/s400/GayPhotobooth.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449083324093495234" border="0"></a><br />Beginning my journey into the Blogosphere has been a long time coming.<br /><br />Sure, this blog is for me-an outlet to vent, to muse, to rant and release. But it is more than that. It is, from time to time, a way for me to give insight into my life to those who might find it interesting, or at least amusing.<br /><br />Even the darkest, saddest, and most serious of subjects can be ridiculously hilarious if the story is told right.<br /><br />So, beginning now(ish), and from here on out (well, whenever I feel like it or get around to it), here will be my written contribution to feed our shared "fascination of the abomination."<br /><br />Let the DiVA Diaries begin...<br /><br /><br />Miss Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15128207124506217619noreply@blogger.com0