tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55174918224045728922024-03-14T01:28:21.882-05:00Victoria's ClosetAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12113427472354409007noreply@blogger.comBlogger47125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5517491822404572892.post-30594311566347745502017-04-22T09:31:00.001-05:002017-04-22T09:31:47.836-05:00DanceWhich selfish thought is the change I might wrought Upon my tortured life?The giant steps would change too muchThat all the love be lost.The tiny folds may more prevailUpon the for of pain.The fruitless thought that begins that journey holds me backThat I could just for once catch my runaway life.That I might bottle and preserve just one moment of peaceInstead with a tear of remorse for all Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12113427472354409007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5517491822404572892.post-54245709802731296902017-04-02T18:53:00.001-05:002017-04-02T18:53:54.559-05:00Social gamesPuzzle me sweetly
I'm searching for the key
Lonely furrows are the seams of my brow
Puzzle me neatly
The truth hidden in a smileAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12113427472354409007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5517491822404572892.post-69664412945658847442017-04-01T12:19:00.001-05:002017-04-01T12:19:29.063-05:00My stolen grandmother She sat in the sunshine gazing across the yard into her past. She spoke of her memories as though they happened today. But she does not recognize my face.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12113427472354409007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5517491822404572892.post-28326933026126497792016-03-20T07:59:00.000-05:002016-03-20T07:59:22.769-05:00All I Can Tell You
All I can tell you is
I was asleep in a vacuum
I believed there was nobility
In being able to take a punch
I thought it would all get better
That with practice, I could be in control
All I can tell you is
I was out of my mind with fear
I believed there was no other chance
&Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12113427472354409007noreply@blogger.com0Hot Springs National Park, AR 71901, USA34.5166906 -92.977555834.307397099999996 -93.3002793 34.7259841 -92.65483230000001tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5517491822404572892.post-23743343803985572732016-03-09T15:09:00.000-06:002016-03-09T15:10:46.962-06:00Ghost of a WhisperI put a picture in my mind,
the one I loved so, you by the window blind.
When I see it I try to remember that that beautiful smile and love in your eyes was never mine,
not mine.
It was her -you were looking at, not me,
not ME.
Another picture.
It's you and her standing before the forest in the snow.
Look closely, your arms holding her tenderly, and I remember that your arms never held me,
no Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12113427472354409007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5517491822404572892.post-42667971037992565912016-03-01T10:31:00.001-06:002016-03-01T10:37:01.619-06:00Own itStand in front of a mirror
Look at your face
Look at your body
Realize that body has endured
That face has seen it all
Look into your eyes
What do you see there?
There is sadness, yes
But there is more
Kindness, compassion...
You see wisdom and also pain
You see love
Touch that scar you see there
Run your finger over it
Remember how it got there
Your body has seen you through
Even when you Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12113427472354409007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5517491822404572892.post-56364429574749533982016-02-16T10:14:00.000-06:002016-02-16T13:38:44.243-06:00This Isn't About Me
Today I was a witness to domestic violence
On my college campus
As I trudged up the hill to get a quick bite
After a tough class and before my next
When suddenly there was a shout and a bang, and a screech of tires
I tried to see into the car but the sun was in my eyes
And the cold weather had everyone buttoned up tight
In sweaters and jackets and hats Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12113427472354409007noreply@blogger.com0Hot Springs National Park, AR 71913, USA34.447771 -93.077656834.028875500000005 -93.7231038 34.8666665 -92.4322098tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5517491822404572892.post-10273249949768762302016-01-03T18:16:00.000-06:002016-01-03T18:16:06.312-06:00No Mistakes (Revised)NO MISTAKES
How many mistakes can you make?
Can you make everything go wrong?
The pretty yellow black-eyed susans
Should have warned me from the beginning
I thought I had taken the lemons given me and made lemonade
On the tail end of the breakdown
I was coming out on the other side and would be victorious.....
That's what I thought - I think I remember it that way
How many mistakes can you Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12113427472354409007noreply@blogger.com0Hot Springs National Park, AR 71901, USA34.5166906 -92.977555834.307397099999996 -93.3002793 34.7259841 -92.65483230000001tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5517491822404572892.post-38582669918295395622015-12-25T12:48:00.000-06:002015-12-25T12:48:22.339-06:00Dolphin DreamThere's a little place I'd like to go
Hippy Joe's Coffee
It's run by this sweet lady who never got it right before
But she can cook and she can make a mean cup o joe
There's bandanas on the curtain rods
The tea glasses are mason jars
And light shines in the window
And lights up the gleaming floors
When its cold they gather round the wood stove
For coffee and tea that's always ready to go
There'sAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12113427472354409007noreply@blogger.com0Hot Springs National Park, AR 71901, USA34.5166906 -92.977555834.307397099999996 -93.3002793 34.7259841 -92.65483230000001tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5517491822404572892.post-20948307270359665552015-12-25T12:15:00.000-06:002015-12-25T12:15:41.451-06:00Nobody has to be cool all the time.Nobody has to be cool all the time.
Nobody has to be cool all the time, right?
I was dreaming when I wrote down this poem
I thought about the past and the fear
I thought about the pain and finality
I remembered the good times too
And the words did finally come
I remember that night when you took me dancing.
You drank too much and tried to act cool.
Hopped on your bike and fell down the hill.
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12113427472354409007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5517491822404572892.post-13392241129349017742015-12-19T11:25:00.000-06:002015-12-19T11:25:58.936-06:00Giant WindowsWhen I think of you
It's always in a sun soaked
living room
with giant windows and
whitewashed walls
we're laughing and shouting
because we're working on a new song
We never had a living room like that
But we have written songs
Just like that
I think its my hope for the future
That I'm thinking of when I imagine that room
But I don't care if we live in a cave
If you'd just write with me againAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12113427472354409007noreply@blogger.com0Hot Springs National Park, AR 71901, USA34.5166906 -92.977555834.307397099999996 -93.3002793 34.7259841 -92.65483230000001tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5517491822404572892.post-15993938061101595132015-12-08T15:43:00.000-06:002015-12-09T19:03:05.640-06:00Cicadas' ScreamI remember when we left our house on Kaucher Lane
We put our things in storage
We decided to finish out the winter in the old rv
We found a nice spot in a park near friends
We brought along all the comforts and parked them
Right there along side the camper
We even put the big yard swing at the back of the camper facing the woods
And set the chimenea next to it for cozy evenings by the fire
It Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12113427472354409007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5517491822404572892.post-34736213973612143152015-12-01T15:18:00.000-06:002015-12-07T22:14:39.079-06:00Victoria is my NameI was born Victoria Lee Stewart in January
In a small retirement community a full week into the new year
Yet I was the New Years baby
I once asked my mother who I was named for
A queen perhaps, or a far away city?
"No" she said, "I just thought the name is beautiful- you are beautiful"
But she didn't call me that beautiful name, instead she called me Vickie
She spelled it in a different way Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12113427472354409007noreply@blogger.com0Hot Springs National Park, AR 71901, USA34.5166906 -92.977555834.307397099999996 -93.3002793 34.7259841 -92.65483230000001tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5517491822404572892.post-70199646401837529552015-11-20T08:56:00.000-06:002015-12-07T22:11:34.766-06:00ThreeThe Bible speaks of discernment
To hear and understand, but to think as well
Not to follow blindly but to study
To know and to lead
There are three
Three men who caused the pain
Three of offspring to suffer
There are three
Three faces of man to make it right
Three of offspring to live
From the day of Adams sin
His death began and it spread
To suffer in the sweat of his face
To eat the fruit Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12113427472354409007noreply@blogger.com0Hot Springs National Park, AR 71901, USA34.5166906 -92.977555834.307397099999996 -93.3002793 34.7259841 -92.65483230000001tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5517491822404572892.post-67904988332948202602015-10-08T22:02:00.000-05:002015-12-07T22:04:52.136-06:00Unconditional LoveI wanted to tell you
What I've learned about
Unconditional Love
Right from the start
I knew that he never had it
Not until he met me
For so many years
I loved that man
I begged him to see
I was giving him everything
He ever asked for
Ever dreamed of
Everything he always wanted
He couldn't see it
I thought - I knew
That we would get thru it
That any minute he would
He would open his eyes and Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12113427472354409007noreply@blogger.com0Hot Springs National Park, AR 71901, USA34.5166906 -92.977555834.307397099999996 -93.3002793 34.7259841 -92.65483230000001tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5517491822404572892.post-47893822535181497292015-09-14T14:55:00.000-05:002015-12-07T21:59:47.399-06:00College Scholarship Essay 2015
It has taken me 45 years of living to finally figure out who I am. As a troubled teenager I had no dreams other than to leave my mother’s home. Teenage pregnancy and marriage at 17 achieved that goal. At that point all my own dreams had to take a back seat to motherhood, and surviving the situations brought on by my choices. Years of domestic abuse and self-abuse coupled with a car accident in Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12113427472354409007noreply@blogger.com0Hot Springs National Park, AR 71901, USA34.5166906 -92.977555834.307397099999996 -93.3002793 34.7259841 -92.65483230000001tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5517491822404572892.post-19688548842994058632015-06-06T12:50:00.000-05:002015-12-07T21:52:52.946-06:00The Local Show Music Menagerie at Whittington Place
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Victoria Meyers doing a reading of her original poetry last night at Whittington Place for the Local Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12113427472354409007noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5517491822404572892.post-17644405843710607372015-04-30T21:47:00.000-05:002015-12-07T21:48:34.646-06:00No Tribe of My Own by Victoria Meyers (30 of 30)Trapped in a short tunnel
Feeling like a hot poker stuck
In my shoulder
Can't think
The shiver runs up into the
Back of my neck like
an ice pick
Anxiety tries to overcome
My best intentions
Knowing what's right
What's true
With no audience to listen
No peer to be found
I have no country
No tribe
No family
How did this happen?
Whenever I get this way
I'd like to have a couple
Of strong drinks
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12113427472354409007noreply@blogger.com0Hot Springs National Park, AR 71901, USA34.5166906 -92.977555834.307397099999996 -93.3002793 34.7259841 -92.65483230000001tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5517491822404572892.post-84931032979467459602015-04-29T21:45:00.000-05:002015-12-07T21:45:51.919-06:00Grandma's Boxes by Victoria Meyers (29 of 30)Talking to Max today
I said, you know I'm trying to let go
Of this box I've held around me
All my life
THIS is how you
SHOULD do it
Then when I can't really meet
That goal- I've proved that
I'm just a FAILURE
I told Max today
I don't want you to fall into
This kind of a trap I set for myself
She asked me, "So why do you do it?"
Reflecting on the question I mused
That it must have been my Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12113427472354409007noreply@blogger.com0Hot Springs National Park, AR 71901, USA34.5166906 -92.977555834.307397099999996 -93.3002793 34.7259841 -92.65483230000001tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5517491822404572892.post-48857513110761111382015-04-28T21:40:00.000-05:002015-12-07T21:42:19.400-06:00The History of My Heart (Conclusion) by Victoria Meyers (28 of 30)
The history of my heart concludes with hope and longing for the future.
It doesn't really conclude because it still beats here in my chest.
Though it flutters from time to time, it shudders from the memories and the damages and ravages of time.
Still here it beats, inside a great black hole in my chest and the hollow thudding echoes in my bones and my steps.
This heart is weary but not worn Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12113427472354409007noreply@blogger.com0Hot Springs National Park, AR 71901, USA34.5166906 -92.977555834.307397099999996 -93.3002793 34.7259841 -92.65483230000001tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5517491822404572892.post-72841713506442006872015-04-27T21:38:00.000-05:002015-12-07T21:39:04.221-06:00The History of My Heart (Part 4) by Victoria Meyers (27 of 30)
The history of my heart has a latest chapter. One of exquisite love and ultimate horror. It's name can only be called, pain. With death, and death, and new love and hope dashed. Wings spread and soaring heights of love that fall and fall and fall to a fiery burning depth. It was going to be the final victory and it became the final torment. The depths of the mothers torment and the wife's desireAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12113427472354409007noreply@blogger.com0Hot Springs National Park, AR 71901, USA34.5166906 -92.977555834.307397099999996 -93.3002793 34.7259841 -92.65483230000001tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5517491822404572892.post-72445874177255371772015-04-26T21:34:00.000-05:002015-12-07T21:35:40.529-06:00History of My Heart (Part 3) by Victoria Meyers (26 of 30)
The history of my heart moves on to tell of escape from hell, and landing in the fire. Of horror high school and sweet first love turned sour. Of blurs of keg parties, and punk rock glimmers. School parades, and dances, and secret whispers. Of epic breakdowns and adolescent psychiatric wards. Of pills, and razors and sex, and weed. Learning to drive and stealing cars. Of the contrast of ROTC andAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12113427472354409007noreply@blogger.com0Hot Springs National Park, AR 71901, USA34.5166906 -92.977555834.307397099999996 -93.3002793 34.7259841 -92.65483230000001tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5517491822404572892.post-22003815611554717232015-04-25T21:31:00.000-05:002015-12-07T21:32:43.016-06:00Marks of Growth by Victoria Meyers (25 of 30)There is no door frame anywhere
With marks tracking my my growing height
No house, apartment or trailer
That I can point to in my memory and call
Home
In the same way there is no ground
No city, town or state
With roots of mine growing down
There is no school or team I call my own- no alma mater
No fight song or school pledge
There are no reunions that I will
Attend
I am aware that there Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12113427472354409007noreply@blogger.com0Hot Springs National Park, AR 71901, USA34.5166906 -92.977555834.307397099999996 -93.3002793 34.7259841 -92.65483230000001tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5517491822404572892.post-14503777001903437472015-04-24T21:26:00.000-05:002015-12-07T21:27:17.198-06:00Shadow War by Victoria Meyers (24 of 30)I've spent the morning reading about another family, and another and yet another; torn to shreds by this Orwellian governmental control that seems to seek to claim all children as its own.
Citizens.
It's not just one town, one state, or one country. The stories pour in from all over the world. A child with difficult symptoms, constipation, diarrhea, skin rashes, perceived behavioral issues and Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12113427472354409007noreply@blogger.com0Hot Springs National Park, AR 71901, USA34.5166906 -92.977555834.307397099999996 -93.3002793 34.7259841 -92.65483230000001tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5517491822404572892.post-26325088655479096782015-04-23T21:23:00.000-05:002015-12-07T21:23:52.262-06:00Prince of Autism (an erasure poem) by Victoria Meyers (23 of 30)The prince
in the corner of the room
among the shadows
boy
what do you want?
softly
perform a a little test
kind face
appeared suspiciously
hurt
hundreds of times
only free
the boy
glanced toward the prince who remained in the shadows
would you mind?
gesturing a moment
all you want
exactly all you have
still unsure of what was to come
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12113427472354409007noreply@blogger.com0Hot Springs National Park, AR 71901, USA34.5166906 -92.977555834.307397099999996 -93.3002793 34.7259841 -92.65483230000001