Victoria Tori


I live on the verge of death
Like russian roulette,
With a blade and my veins.

Many say its a problem,
Some say its an addiction.
Few say its a cure,
I say its a desire.

An obsession the the taste and sight.
To thy lips;
sweeter then sugar,
richer then red wine.

To thy eyes;
A magnificent peice of art
forshadowing the artist's deepest
desire at heart.

Poem Submitted: Monday, September 27, 2010
Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Add this poem to MyPoemList

Rating Card

5,0 out of 5
4 total ratings
rate this poem

Comments about Desire by Victoria Tori

  • Romeo Della ValleRomeo Della Valle (7/18/2011 7:39:00 PM)

    Wow! Victoria! you left me speechless with this very impressive, well penned and poignant!
    I love your straight forwards message! Your words give you away by showing clearly your great TALENT! 10+++ Keep inspiring the World with your writes! Love and Peace for always! ...

    Report Reply
    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • Iron Panda 23™ (9/27/2010 1:36:00 PM)

    i just loved it! ! !
    it flowed soo smoothely....gah! ! i dont know what more to say*-*

    Report Reply
    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?