| These are my poems. Though I have more fractals submitted here than I do poems, I have always been a poet first. |


A RiddleThe first of the three travels so slow, it seems to take an eternity for it to move. The second of the three moves at a moderate pace, but I sometimes wish for its speed to increase. The third of the three swiftly makes its rounds, compared to the other two, its beat is mighty fast. Can you figure out this obscure riddle of mine? Don't rush; you're not running out of time.A Riddle
Victoria B November 19th, 2007 10:37am


Autumn EveningMy fingers are freezing, My nose is cold; even my thick jacket can't keep out the frosty, biting chill of winter, sneaking up behind me. Sometimes I wish that I didn't have so far to go; it is such a long walk home! Even though the air is cold I do appreciate the fading colors of a brillant autumn.Autumn Evening


My ShameI hate what I've become, I hate what's been done; and it hurts every day, no smile for my face. My sorrow is like a cold silver shard, sharp as a sword,My Shame
burrowing deeper into my heart, with every painful beat. I fear to close my eyes, I fear to be alone with my thoughts, my fears are not of what is to come,
but rather of what has already been. My memories haunt, screaming off hurt and hate, is it not enough for me to have lived it once? If only I had known, would I have been able to stop, to avoid, the rude corruption, the vile perversion, the innocence lost? There are


Moth and FlameSo deep, so wonderfully brown, so dark, so beautiful, so terrifying, I am drawn in to these depths like a bland moth that hungers for the fiery heat of the bright flame. The moth dies, its body incenerated, but it died happy, for it knew the cruel, loving touchMoth and Flame
of the flame.


Autumn SongInhale the chill frosty air as leaves fall to the ground, Exhale, the crisp sigh of autumn has arrived. The golden hues of fall are spreading; And the sweet greens of summer are rapidly retreating. I much rather prefer the warmth of summer, I'd have it stay forever if it could. But even though the cold this year Has already started to chill and numb my heart, I welcome the cold, the death, the beginning; For I see the beauty of this season That I have previously ignored.Autumn Song


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I fell through a dream one night, And found myself in a paradise of light, floating blithely along the forest emerald, A cloud deposited me beside a waterfall of sapphires. Grand willow, leaning his great arms over the water, beckons for me to rest among his gnarled roots nearby trees bend low, heavy laden with succulent fruit. Rest, rest, forget all terrestrial cares, Stay here, leave not, dwell among the elves. A voice raised in song floats to where I lay, asking for me to follow its ethereal pitch to the forgotten city of the
| These are my poems. Though I have more fractals submitted here than I do poems, I have always been a poet first. |


Song of the WindThe wind is a seductress; Her cool breath leads away, Through the silent-thrumming forests And through the meadows Of the still Moon.Song of the Wind
In Spring her touch is new, reborn; A green and living breeze, To say for certain. It is the season of Awakening.
The summer waxes strong, warm, and plentiful; The morning breeze rests around Noon, Slumbering 'till she sees the Moon. Stargazers are ever blessed.
Autumn takes hold of my heart With a cold grip. Gusty days sheltered me through my pain. She promised it would be better again. &n


Old Friend, Old MemoriesI feel nothing. I don't know if I'm just unwell Of if I'm hiding behind mental walls. Nothing.Old Friend, Old Memories
But you remember the night, The water, so calm; The words exchanged, The promises made.
And then you were gone; After the long talks, After the history, And after all that was exchanged. And I feel nothing, now.
Seeing your face again (Slightly weathered by time), And hearing your voice Made me see that the color, Your shade of blue, Remained unchanged.
I'm searching To see whether I truly do feel


The Unspoken Script of TruthTo the night, To the silent water; I'll run across the moon-kissed lands Until dawn returns again.The Unspoken Script of Truth
To the sunrise, To the golden wake of morning; I'll keep walking this path Until my purpose has come to pass.
I wish to remember my dreams, To meditate upon unfound songs; To hear the unconscious voice Until the unwritten saga is released.
What inspiration is there in the cities, The clutter of too many people; To the cool of nature, Where my mind can wander and soar.
To the fields, To the frost; A new season is


Colors?There's no more colors in this day All have faded, away Washing back to grey.Colors?
I believe I've almost stopped caring; But I can't quite give up, For I cannot get out of this place.
Where have all the colors gone? Grey sky eclipses all of my song- My path seems so dismal, so long.
And what a grey loneliness I feel, So distraught and so unreal; I just want to see the green leaves And the power to heal.
There's no more colors in the ocean Turbid depths have stolen the sea's hymn; Almost a sin.
But what is binding me he


The Big EntranceWhy? You tore down all my walls Last evening; You let my mind think back- Therefore, the wound broke open Again, letting my blood spill out. Such confusion, My silent mental screams- Did they echo across to anyone? Did anyone hear my anguish? It was too easy to let the wound Bleed, when the walls All crashed down around me.The Big Entrance
Victoria B. Oct. 28th, 2009
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Fatti non foste per viver come bruti,
ma per seguir virtute e conoscenza...
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Dreams are my reality
a wonderous world where I like to be
illusions are a common thing
I try to live in dreams, it seems as if it's meant to be...
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Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons... for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup.
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Dreams are my reality
a wonderous world where I like to be
illusions are a common thing
I try to live in dreams, it seems as if it's meant to be...
Thank you for the watch as well
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Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons... for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup.
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Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons... for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup.
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Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons... for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup.
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Sorry for the disturb my dear
And thanks for you support,
Isa
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