it does not matter,
if we have drifted apart
like the lands split
by a mighty river.

your sorrow makes me shiver
with the coldness
of seeing you hurt
wishing the warmth
of joy would come in
your life,

and the path
of rejoice brings a smile
to your face, and all
the hardship that has made,
your ship

feel like it's sinking,
rises above these troubling waters,
and you will dance,
happily, because happiness
has returned in your way.

so not matter how
far apart we have become
I hope the lilies of life
grow beautifully for you!

I should title these

seeing an old pitcher,
has made me realize,
that what now lies,
between me and my dream,

is an overwhelming scene,
that plays in my mind,
like a song stuck on repeat,
making me feel obsolete,

as the winds of time,
blow away my fragile
mind, and the leftover
dust that remains,
forms a new life,

made of my thoughts,
and I translate them,
from my mind into,
the pen, and from the pen,
onto the sheet of paper,

then like water they vaporise,
into a cloud, that rains,
my thoughts for your eyes,
to see, like a film you watch.
or a book that you read,

that is never to clear,
but the plot is sometimes,
understood, but never,
makes sense, but only,
to the author of the script.

and those who read,
the writings he writes,
interprets them different,
like the author intends!

Happy Halloween:)

Dear my lovely readers,

Greetings, I hope everything is doing swell, as you are all in my thoughts, and prayers. tomorrow/today is Halloween, and I always liked Halloween, because I like to see what people will dress up as, and the way some people decorate their houses, I remember my mum's husnabd use to decorate our house, before he got sick, and well since he passed away he obviously did not this year, but this was from a few years ago





I wish we would have done the hunted house thing on the inside too. That would have been cool:)


recently on tumblr I been doing a 20 day challenge thing, and it is a 30 day poetry challenge, and I have to say it has taught me I need to improve on my poetry, and it also has made me try new forms of poetry, and I feel I have got better, oh in case you followed me on tumblr, you should know that I lost my old tumblr account, because I forgot my password, because my passwords are always things that make no sense, and I forgot what it was, and I did not use the e-mail address, so I forgot that password, and did not know my question, so I had to make a new one xD I have since then got back into my e-mail address, but got rid of the old tumblt, and kept the new one. add me on the new one:) http://insomnivic.tumblr.com/


I have decided to switch my psychologist, because I felt as if no progress was being made, and all she did was put me on more, and more meds, like I would go see her, she ask how I was, I say the same as I been before (that being depressed) and she say, well OK I am going to put you on these meds now, and it's like wtf why don't you ask me why I am sad, and stuff instead of just sending me on my way, I mean it is your facking job after all. another reason why I am switching is because some of the people that wokr there openly talked about the clients that went there, and for one the psychologist and therapist are not suppose to talk about the patients with the people that work at the desk, and I don't mean in a way were they tell them so, and so cancelled their appointment, but in a way were they tell them what they talked about.

that made me wonder if they were doing the same with me, and being that I have a hard time going there, and trust people to were I can talk to them about certain things, it made me uncomfortable, so a switch was in the cards.

Today, the Vikings won:) and I don't get to say that much any more, but ever since ponder was named the starting QB, it feels like we have a better chance in these games vs when mccrab was are QB sundays felt like a punch in the face by the Big Show.

that is all for now,

I will keep you all in my thoughts and prayers, because no matter if you are a friend, or not, my love is like a river that never ends:)

I love you all deeply,
your friend,
VPK

victor sat in his bedroom
in the darkness of the night
lying on his bed
when a thought was born in his head
as he looked over at the metal cabinet
it has never been opened
by any person from his home
so he jumped up in a flash
nearly falling over the toys
left on the floor
and raced over to be the first,
because he was weird like that
and when he opened the door
he was shocked by what he saw
a ghost of a girl came flotting out
she was only seeable for about 5 seconds
then poof she was gone,
and this was the first ghost
he had ever saw
thus, from that point
he knew ghost existed.

(another one from the tumblr challenge, hated this one)

A metaphor about writing

my dishes set and soak;
in the water of the sink;
using the dish soap;
to clear away the dirt;
until they are clean;
and they become ready;
to be used to eat off;
but still no matter;
how clean these dishes;
may be in the eyes of others;
I myself will always feel;
they could be more clean;
so back to my sink;
these dishes return;
ready for more water!

in life at times it is hard to see,
but now I see everything is my fault,
that everything between us went wrong,
I wish I could resing our song,
but those days have come,
and are now in the past and gone,
and are only that of a memory,
of a time I will always cherish,
and this I want you to know,
from my heart, I apologize.

there is nothing I can say in any which way

today or tomorrow that describes my sorrow

nothing I can write to give you any insight

of what is on my mind, nor can I find

the proper wording non are occurring

so I keep them to myself and hidden like a stealth

so I instead keep them in my head

and they will stay there until I'm dead, never to be said


(from the tumblr challenge)