Sunday, March 30, 2008

Frozen Mannequin

Frozen Mannequin

Quietly lying in bed, a frozen mannequin untouched inanimate, unable to budge, depleted.
Frantically whispering crying for life, black, soundless and unnoticed, gasping for air, conversations that does not exist.
Misunderstanding and confusion, looming among society, white clouds over a dense fog, hiding a shadow.
Flowing white pleasant dress in nude stocking stored in imagery, a muse, soft subconscious stripped but speaking these words, fully moving in a motionless body, and yearning.
Beautiful smooth porcelain, a dark princess, taking over, contemplating, waiting for this lifeless body to regain strength, looking up in crystal eyes.

Vivianne Summers

Sunday, March 23, 2008

Grand Canyon - Ghost

Grand Canyon - Ghost

Standing in a corner, one spot, and eyes looking around for help, an escape, and a route out.

Crowds watching thought to be close but far away looking away, distant stars, distorted not listening to the echoing sounds.

Contemplating dazed puzzled and worried eyes questioning every millisecond, now becoming seconds.

Convictions becoming so strong, deeply protective, raw, and unfaltering externally. Ashamed, weakened, vulnerable, unwanted coldness subconsciously cascading like a tidal wave, internally, battle raging.

All senses of security falling down, internal disgust in ones thought. Disgrace so prevalent.

Hands grappling on, gripping ones awareness, a look to hold on to. Soft words spoken, an internal rose being called upon, picking up fragments, light touches of peace, focusing, internal charms overriding.

Vivianne

Thursday, March 20, 2008

a thought (one oclock hidden)

Everybody is meant to touch a life either good or bad on the surface, or with true honesty and authenticity. Some touch lives without knowing how, like a candle flickering randomly shining brilliance to is surrounding, sometimes fading away into dim sparks. Some people walk around in desperation, like a dense fog, clouding one judgment and leaving partial thoughts. A phone call late night, reminded me I need to hide, burying myself, keeping some things hidden. - Vivianne

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

a thought(life events)

a thought...

Sometimes what is not said is the most dangerous thing. Perceived notions made by assumptions, false pretenses not lies. Forgetting of ones heart, including the harsh realities of pass memories. Writing now in tivial but understanding words, only heard by the ones concerned.

Saturday, March 15, 2008

Yearning

Yearning

Sitting in nude ripped stockings, lonely innocence whispering, and heart fading in a melody of heart beats.
Musing looking down, naked in expression, dressed in finely lined black eyeliner, fading black mascara, subtle red lipstick.
Pondering random thoughts, birds chirping sweet songs, pink blossoming roses, sweet aromas floating from soft petals.
Yearning a soft kiss, gentle whisper, an accepting honest spirit, thoughtfully engaging.

Vivianne Summers

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

Pure White

Pure White

White pure mascara thinly lined looking downward, lying in a fertile position.
Whispering soft intimate words, settle expressions, nor happy or sad, barren, staring at open hands.
Pacing vast raptures mirrored through veiled masquerades, teardrops falling on crystal ponds.
False pretenses and eternal lies, but hidden truths, revealed in a mystical but trivial glare.

Vivianne Summers

Saturday, March 1, 2008

Barren (Slightly Imperfect) Old poem

Barren

Bleeding skin ruffled skirt, ripped stockings, staring at the deep blue sky
Looking up being tormented, by a lonely quiet demon
Separating two evils, fighting frantically, between layers of my sprit and flesh.
Layering makeup slowly fading day-to-day, waiting to be seen again, almost barren.
Walking through fields of petals and thorns, stripped, hiding as the soft breeze passes.
Burning open wombs, left untouched, waiting to be crushed and isolated.
A spirit, looks upon this body, grips it and plants a new flower creating a pink rose.

Vivianne Summers