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There would be light
Filling the darkness
With meaning
Her touch conseives
As composes
Eternal harmony
Brought into existence
Which was lost
And soon will be
Drawn out of illusion
A now so-called
Reality
Daughter of the heaven's castle
Once fated truth
Has settled in
Eyes of sunsets
Burries the forgotten
As the approaching
Thereby begin
Let her speak
Her voice's riddle
Unborn in
Her authenticity
Once the heavens
Sent their prayers
And movements of glory
To comit
May she stand
Upon the mountains
Behold her kingdom
With delight
Or return
To heaven's artwork
Name the thrown as hers
Out of sight

Victoria Somers

Feet on Earth

Poetry: Quote

I stare glassy-eyed

At the image on the other side

Puzzled existence of what I call

The demon with whom I share my soul

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Make-believe, may it be true

Roses lips have turned ice blue

At a loss look at what the mirror reflects

A lifeless soul that doesn't look back

Victoria Somers

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Poetry: Quote
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Visage of purity, enchanting encounters
Celestial smile, melting every heart
Do not be fooled, as she fight with inner shades
Malefic soul, beware of her mischievous notions
Remove the chains of law and order
And may she neglect society's judgements
Her ideals malicious, sinister philosophy
Of a righteous massacre, blood shall be shed
Her so-called innocence will be no more
Soul tempted to slaughter, spirit of death
Upon those who approached the innocent with violence
Who harmed to harm without regret
Vendetta, empyreal vengeance
An eye for an eye as the heavens said

Victoria Somers

Poetry: Quote

Let alone my spirit flow
Upoon the sky where the infinite grows
Nature as bright as water, so clear
So will I hold onto the heavens in fear
What has named I, a soul out of air
Connected to thee, where I take and I share
I am the movement of my veins
Refreshing, eternally changing
pleasure and pain
Of what I call me, changing infinity
May you see me as I see my veins
Always changing, still remains

Victoria Somers

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Poetry: Quote
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Psyche in despair
Yearning for an escape
Out of this mental cage
In a world out of touch
There did she play
A playground for her own
And the shadows in the shadow
Till the light soon approached
Time passed by slowly
Before the sun's warmth
Touched her frozen skin
Hidden in the dark
Know what will come
Her once so lost soul
Somehow found its way
Her heart didn't budge
Saw the light as a game
Until the lightning struck
Her heart soon started beating
Though her eyes were still closed
And her mouth she kept shut
Since she didn't believe her own words
Days passed by
And soon became a year
And which was once a year
Turned into days
As time was running out
Her mind filled with questions
Will I lose this game?
At that moment, she wondered
Shall I quit? Is it dangerous?
Yet, she never felt so alive
So her voice started speaking
Breaking the chains that pulled her back
"I want my eyes to witness
What my heart already knows
May I see the light that pulled me out of the dark
And made me grow"
Fearful of the clock
And of which may be useless hope
The day her eyes will open
And the cage won't make her stop
Before she even tried
Will it be too late?

Victoria Somers

Poetry: Quote
Visagisten

Eyes on the bleeding carpet
Dolls dancing in the light
Stars shimmering in the darkness
Joyful watching their past life
Lips full stitches, forceful smile
Soulless bodies moves around
Sheeps looking up at the shining shepherds
Toys watching back at the lions full envy

Victoria Somers

Poetry: Quote

Head in the sky

Wish and dream away

Filling my mind

With what if's

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Feet on the ground

See what hold me back

Reach for the door

Know as I live

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Follow the clouds

My eyes on the way

Down the forest's shadows

Where happiness waves

Victoria Somers

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Poetry: Citaat
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Hear them talking
They always do
Behind your back
Or even in front of you
Look back at them
And show a smile
Glad to know
I'm always in your mind
Watch me well
You may learn some things
How to live your life
And follow your dreams

Victoria

Poetry: Citaat

Caught in the chains of nihility

He sang his tongue-tied melody

Born out of the flames of cruel incivility

The start of a fearless entity

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As nature blooms out of broken roots

He rises headstrong building his throne

Ram of dark waves into the woods

Climbs up the mountains, fire of flesh and bone

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Voice once unheard, speaks from his heart

Horns of golden covered in red

Powerful wings he hid from the start

Knight in armor, angel of death

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He who came from a world without light

Became the sun himself and lit up the night

Risen

Victoria Somers

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Poetry: Citaat
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Ruby on the velvet

Bleed out the rose's heart

Her petals of crimson

Embracing her maroon soul

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Corals in the distance

Her scarlet lips touching

The wine glass, broken

Painted blood red

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Cheeks blessed with her alluring blush

Blooming eyes staring bittersweet

Burgundy silhouette

Cherry on her fingertips

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Her salmon tongue

Lickin her beautiful lips

Vermillion night

Through passion's glare

As roses bleed

Victoria Somers

Poetry: Citaat
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