Victoria Annette Bailey
Biography of Victoria Annette Bailey
Victoria Annette Bailey was born in 1991, in London, England. The eldest child of Lacey and Patrick Bailey, she began to express an interest in literature and poetry as soon as she acquired the ability to read. She expresses a great interest in the darker side to literature, acknowledging favouritism in the works of Edgar Allan Poe, and attempts to draw the more sinister faces of life into her work.
She is very keen on the lyrical works of Counting Crows lyricist, Adam Duritz, and the poetical productions of Dorothy Parker. With a great interest in philosophy and psychology, Victoria aims to show the plane of the world that is not always so candy-coated.
In her spare time she attends a Creative Writing Group and enjoys attending poetry readings and concerts. She has a passion for Art and Literature and aspires to be a Forensic Psychologist and Poet.
She likes coffee, the colour grey and travelling.
She currently studies in English and Art at college in London, and hopes to continue into learning subjects, such as Psychology, Philosophy & Ethics and Law.
If you would like to get in touch with Victoria, do not hesitate to send a message. All messages will be transferred to her.
Victoria Annette Bailey Poems
The doorframe has your shape attached I think you may be there, Bloodied butterflies dance beside your step Get tangled in your hair.
A unique hyacinth corrupts the field of red, red roses, The contrast of your moonlit skin blends where the thorns cut deep, And the forsaken lilac flower, windswept and jealous, Stands as the Eiffel Tower, beneath the clouds. Unkempt. Asleep.
Kids These Days
Katie was a malevolent tease The start is weak to the bitter end, Faux confidence for insecurity Wilhelm to defend.
Snow White & Mr Darcy
It seems far more romantic, To leave romance to the pros Romeo to Juliet In the 90's; Jack to Rose.
Legs perched at the barstool With the razor-wire pout Wine glass resting pretty On the palm she's holding out.
He’s the one who gives money to the homeless But drops it to the floor, Just to see how far he can make A desperate man crawl.
Sid Can'T Keep His Promises
Introduced into London, briefcase in hand With a Mother and Father at bay, Fleeting independence, flirting with Sid For a fling, ‘til his Dad went away.
The Vitruvian Man
The Vitruvian Man In the centre of the room With champagne in one hand In the other; The Moon.
Lacey stares at the mannequin figure in white His words crawl, like ants, to that pallid midnight. He follows procedure to cleanse her of sin, The terminate creation before it begins.
I can't believe in unicorns, This age has got me hooked, Fermented dreams of Santa's sleigh Destroyed by Physics books.
You Just Have 'That Look'
Let’s see if we can still see the waves When we come up for air, Take my hand, we’ll sink as one, Let’s not waste the flares.
Beautiful, Antique Dollies
Beautiful, antique dollies All stand in a row, Laced with ornamental pretence, Staring from the window.
Requiem For Bohemian Dreaming
What’s the weather like in Arizona? When did it last rain? I’m staring at the Sun And hoping you’re doing the same.
Delineate The Masquerade
Begin with the shadow Of a woman’s face entwined With an accessory that weaves her Through the dance the glides inside.
The Vitruvian Man
The Vitruvian Man
In the centre of the room
With champagne in one hand
In the other; The Moon.
The Raven at the window
With the enigmatic grin
Yelling for proportion
Get a refund on its sin.
The Devil's in the tree house