Victoriana : Writing

Loyalty.

Loyalty.

A Story by Victoriana


The only loyal thing ever be in my hand is a pen.
Rebirth

Rebirth

A Poem by Victoriana


being playful with words about important things for my own
Autumn Blues

Autumn Blues

A Poem by Victoriana


Just description of the feeling I currently feel in the air
Jewelry

Jewelry

A Poem by Victoriana


Another poem, which turned out to be more erotic than I intended.
Dance of touches

Dance of touches

A Poem by Victoriana


They hold my hand and in return I arch my back and smile.Maybe they even get to land their hands on my waist?Dance of touches,They want to hold someon..
Marijuana

Marijuana

A Poem by Victoriana


I feel it crawl up in my mind and And there i fall again, again.. The halo out of smoke around my head My green green pleasure, Br..
My Yong.

My Yong.

A Story by Victoriana


Yong.I don't know why, but I keep remembering this boy every time i think about that period of my life.Yong was a 23 year old guy from South Korea. We..
Your garbage

Your garbage

A Story by Victoriana


My sentiments - your strenght,Has vanished as your mouthThrew garbage at my door.With buckets of warm and saltyWater,Your Ego has finally ran out of.H..
Temporary showers

Temporary showers

A Story by Victoriana


Watching water run down my belly and legs and later disappear in the drainage hole makes me fairly sentimental.Can't help but connect the process to h..
Spiral of Life

Spiral of Life

A Story by Victoriana


The spiral of life tied my feet as I was running and with unimaginable fear I fell to the ground. The more I moved and tried to escape, the more it ..