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Venting and Blessings: The Feelings, The Healings, & Then Some
Venting and Blessings: The Feelings, The Healings, & Then Some
Venting and Blessings: The Feelings, The Healings, & Then Some
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Venting and Blessings: The Feelings, The Healings, & Then Some

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This is a book of poems, and the Personal Legend of a 28 year old woman Alchemist from Cranston, Rhode Island. Every poem was made from scratch, strength, and grace; and they all come together to create her grimoire of magic over the last 4 years. It’s for anyone who needs love, and everyone who believes. It’s beautiful and witty, and spiritual and messy. And it’s all true. And it’s all love; for life, Spirit, lessons, family, and even the messiest of messes. And for her. And you.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherTow
Release dateNov 27, 2020
ISBN9780463258033
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    Venting and Blessings - Tow

    Venting and Blessings

    The Feelings, the Healings, & Then Some

    Victoria Alfonso

    Copyright © 2020 Tow

    All rights reserved.

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    Contents

    The Feelings

    The Healings

    & Then Some

    About the Author

    Venting and Blessings

    I crave him worse

    than any cigarette,

    but either way,

    the habit

    is still costing me my life.

    -He’s a Cancer

    The problem with sinning

    is it doesn’t feel like eternal damnation.

    It feels like fun,

    and you’re my favorite game.

    We put our Poker faces on,

    hide our cards from the person to our right.

    We win every time,

    but practice makes perfect,

    so we practice every night.

    And the adrenaline tastes like sugar,

    so why am I so salty,

    about cheating to win?

    -Confessions of a Queen of Hearts

    When I hear you

    say my name,

    it sounds like

    the sweetest compliment

    I’ve ever heard.

    -Pillow Talk

    I was your getaway.

    Got so familiar with the land,

    you could’ve given directions to a stranger.

    Got so used to my warmth,

    you wondered how you ever tolerated the cold.

    Got to love me so much,

    you wanted to stay forever.

    But honey,

    you knew when you got here,

    I’m paradise.

    I could never be home

    to a 9-5.

    -I’m not meant for the Average Joe

    Everything about him,

    his laugh,

    his thoughts,

    his eyes,

    his soul,

    makes me feel like

    a little kid on Christmas

    who got everything she ever wanted.

    And being with him

    feels like my favorite pair of Adidas,

    worn-in and comfortable.

    And I love him more than

    red velvet cake on my birthday

    with cream cheese frosting,

    and chocolate sprinkles on top.

    It’s the most epic climax

    on clouds and clean sheets

    in a saged room.

    With trust,

    and lust,

    and love,

    and him on top.

    -Intimacy

    We knew what was going to happen.

    But my optimism,

    despite the evidence,

    got the best of me.

    We did what we were created to do.

    I filled you up,

    you drained me dry.

    Initial hypothesis was incorrect

    as evidenced by the data,

    and your selfish ass.

    We’ve come to our conclusion,

    but you don’t like the final answer.

    -Chemistry

    Signs come in 3’s.

    So how many more times

    do you need to come,

    before you realize we’re meant to be?

    -Lust and Stardust

    On Monday he told me,

    I look beautiful in blue.

    On Tuesday he smiled,

    said I’m gorgeous in green.

    On Wednesday he said,

    he loves me the most in red.

    On Thursday he swore,

    he loves me in yellow even more.

    On Friday he confessed,

    he loves me in white more than

    all of the rest.

    But Saturday and Sunday,

    he told me he loved what

    I wasn’t wearing

    the best.

    -I like the way he sees me

    It doesn’t matter where we are.

    Whenever I’m laying next to you,

    I’m home.

    And I guess that’s why,

    it doesn’t matter where the Universe takes me.

    I’ll

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