Biography of victoria driver
I am 19... I LOVE writing. I have always had a passion for writing since I was very young. My cousin is a fantastic poet and she inspired me to start writing my own. I've always got my nose in a book and it's difficult to get me to put them down for anything less than a good cup of coffee. :)
victoria driver's Works:
I haven't got any books published... yet! I've been working on something for a few years now, however it's taken a back seat until I can get through uni, where I'm studying to be a teacher for primary school. I love learning and reading so much I want to pass on the passion. God that makes me sound like a geek. :)
victoria driver Poems
Sounds like someone downstairs, creeping through my house, Tiptoeing up the stairs, quiet as a mouse. They reach my bedroom door, intend to take my life, They grip the handle before taking out a knife.
The Perfect Lie
My heart is made of ice And it's been chipped away The very soul of who I am You stole and threw away
Love Is Not A Many Splendid Thing
Without you here by my side, I felt as though my heart had died. Everyday my world turned black, I never thought I'd get you back.
Daydream- Courtesy Of Jonathon P Barton ...
I saw you standing, staring at the sky, The stars and moon, shining bright. You turned and stared, with your burning eyes, Whispered words to me, that were only for me to hear.
Dearest Of Them All
You came into my life and cared for me, And loved me wholly till the day you died. Then God came down to save and set you free, But when you left I woke all night and cried.
I Like To Walk In The Rain
I like to walk in the rain because nobody knows that I'm crying. My sorrowful soul fills with water
I wake and let a yawning sigh, The day is dull, clouds in the sky. With wind in my hair, I set off for work, From nine till five as an office clerk.
The Lost Ones
The snow is falling heavily, and yet you are lost. I have looked miles and miles, and yet you are lost. We have tried to find you, and yet you are lost. I have stayed up all night, and yet you are lost.
God saw that you were suffering, And there was no cure to be. So He took you in His caring hands, And whispered 'Come to me.'
It Shall Not End
What is it called when two hearts beat in unison? How do you stop
Thump. And she falls. Gracefully at first. Faster. Faster until she thuds upon the mud,
Sounds like someone downstairs, creeping through my house,
Tiptoeing up the stairs, quiet as a mouse.
They reach my bedroom door, intend to take my life,
They grip the handle before taking out a knife.
Easing into my abode, they see me in my bed,
They're planning how to kill me, how to stop me dead.
They approach my bedside and hold up the blade,
And plunge it deep into my chest, the slightest bit unswayed.
I wake to see the burglar and the bloody show,