Tell the Truth

It is easier to tell the truth than to maintain a lie. 

Dear folks, consider the above statement.

Don’t we all wish people would just cut to the chase and speak the truth? I sure do. The truth can’t be worse than the [fallout from a] lie.

I would just prefer that you say what you have to say. Just be open-minded. I would much rather have the truth upfront than to be led to believe in a lie and later be devastated to find out that the statements were untrue. Lies breed betrayal, anger, sadness, and loss of trust.

It is easier to tell the truth than to maintain a lie. 

Be great,

x, V


Hi all!


I haven’t updated in months and I feel so bad about that! Life has been flying along.

I’m changing the format of this blog slightly. It won’t be solely dedicated to poetry anymore but I’ll still be posting poetry at times. Its more of an all-encompassing blog on my life and musings as well as art (poetry, videos, music, interviews!)

You can now connect with me more! Check the sidebar on the page, as well as the ‘About Victoria’ section.

Hopefully you rock with the new process! Will update as time goes on.


much love,



Thoughts on Love.

Love is resilient.

Love stretches to fit.

It lasts long as its bonds strengthen with time.

It sticks, and grows stronger the longer it lasts.

It makes its way through a soul.

Rerouting the brain, shocking the nerves, taking over actions. 

 *** *** ***

Love doesn’t matter if it changes nothing.

It doesn’t matter if it doesn’t change mindsets; if it doesn’t move mountains of thought.

It doesn’t matter if it doesn’t elicit responses, if it doesn’t make a difference.

It doesn’t matter if it doesn’t rip you to shreds and rebuild you again.

Love doesn’t matter unless it takes you to the ends of the earth,

unless it makes you search for meaning and question all understanding,

unless it makes you follow the path of truth and righteousness.

It matters as long as something changes inside.

Love, love is everything.

Love is the most exquisite pain, it burns to heal and rejuvenate. 

Love manifests itself in many ways.

I see love when I look at your face.

I feel love when you do what you say. 

Why does it matter?

Why does it matter to me so much what you say?

Why do I go cold inside when I see her touch your face?

Silly of me to think that anything is strong enough

To break bonds sealed with time,

I’d never have enough to give to make you lastingly mine.

I’ll never have enough of you, so don’t go, please, I beg

Although I know its unhealthy

I can’t wipe away the images in my head.

Why does it matter to me so much what you don’t say?

In a way it means that my world is crumbling away.

The fragile walls I built on words that only soothed to take

 Fall from me as in my mind I slowly awake

As day breaks and the intention is clear.

You will not leave. I will not leave

And so we will stay.

Until the day my soul dies and I utter a last cry

I’ll say;

I always loved you anyway.