Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Dale Cobsy

Thank you Tina.
For being my friend. For writing a song with me. For eating French Toast with me. For loving David Archuleta with me. For taking me to Ella's house. For leaving your icecream wrapper on my seat. For locking me in the bathroom. For telling me to put the slurpee cup's "wherever's best". For praying with me. For being bizare enough to handle me. For letting me in. For stealing sweats. For listening. For telling your silly stories. For crying in front of me. For not sliding of off the road.

:)

Thank you Tina.

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Aw.

Melt my heart and make my day all at once.
Go ahead.

:)

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Ouch.

you didn't call.
you could've called just to say no.
or to say some other time.
or to say you wouldn't be calling.

but you just didn't call at all.

i'm a little disenchanted with you.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

when it's all said and done I'll be just a speck in your galaxy.

when you forget me,
when you don’t remember my name,
not even a memory
somewhere in the back of your brain.
I won’t be offended
cuz I always knew that the day would come when I’m not enough to make you stay.
You tell me it’s not possible,
no way that we could break
but nothing is illogical, believe me.

Like falling stars over your head
we were bound to burn out,
but like crashing cars
i’ll never get over you, never over you

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

he says my name and the sky turns purple

How are you doing, Tori?
Tori, you are so darn cool!
You look very cute today, Tori.
You did a really good job tonight, Tori. *side hug*
But you look really cute today, Tori. :)

Thursday, October 7, 2010

History 1700

Shoulder to shoulder.
Arm to arm.
Crouching over my textbook
Searching for the answer to #11.
Hands touch.
Linger.
I like your sweater.
Thanks, it's my brothers'.
You're a lot smaller than him.
Touch my arm
covered by sweater.
Drops pen.
Darn pen.
Sigh.
Well, you can't always be perfect.
:)
:) back.
Dimple.
We're officially nerds.
Why?
We've finished the viewing guide
and the movie's just started.
We're just smart.
:)
And now we don't have to pay attention.
:)
:), dimple.
Yawn.
Yawn.
Laughter.
Eyes crinkle.
Dimples.
Small talk
while I admire his eyes.
Credits roll.
*Bell*

Gather our stuff.
Hey, see ya.
See ya.
:) :).
Hey, Tori.
I turn back around.
Mm?
Have fun.
You too.
:)

Sunday, September 12, 2010

I'm Dorothy.

:)
I hope I do this right.

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Here we go.

He has a blue aura.
That's alright with me.

By the way, it's all about Gale.

Saturday, August 28, 2010

So this aint the end,

I saw you again, today, I had to turn my heart away.

Monday, July 12, 2010

Monday, June 28, 2010

keeping my heart awake

I need to fix my guitar. Once and for all. Everyday without it, makes it harder to breathe.

Okay, not really.
But almost.

Sunday, June 13, 2010

you have to want it a little more than that.

I have a sick sense of humor.
But you're laughing. So what does that say about yours?
It's very sick.
You didn't have to respond. You didn't have to start it. You didn't have to laugh. You didn't have to make me laugh. But you did.
So I'm left here with little choice, but to encourage it. (:

With a little less of my heart on the line this time. Just in case.

Friday, June 11, 2010

I aint missing you at all.

Everytime I think of you
I always catch my breath
I'm still standing here
And your miles away.

I hear your name in certain circles
And it always makes me smile
I spent my time just thinking about you
And its almost driving me wild

And I ain't missin' you at all
Since you've been gone
Away.
I ain't missin' you
No matter what I might say.

Obsessive? Yes.





Thursday, June 10, 2010

So.

I didn't expect roller coasters until later this summer. But I'm caught in one right now. Most likely, my journal either doubts my devotion, or is wishing I had better words to record. And likewise, my blog. I've been sleeping with my guitar, trying again and again to write that song I've tried to write over and over again. But I love life today. Tis good. Thrilling. I feel loved. Where I am has never seemed more normal. Although I know I'm destined to never elude ghetto entirely.

I must interrupt this to proclaim that my righteous, worthy, brother is going on his mission to South Africa on November 11th. <3 Excited for him doesn't begin to describe. :D It's smile-stretching-off-my-face kind of excited.

(PdotSdot, Mandy Moore didn't even write Only Hope. Switchfoot did. Why? Because Switchfoot owns.)

Peace out.

Sunday, June 6, 2010

The sound of an old guitar is saving me.

What is a girl to do?
You are my weakness.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

i hear it, and I can't stop myself from remembering it.

I'm a silly little girl.
In my own makeshift world.
Don't blink or you'll miss me dancing by.
If you're close enough you'll hear me sigh.

I'm meant for more than
soothing your testy soul.
Or worshiping your skill
for bad rock and roll.

I wonder what I would discover if I played Truth or Dare
with the past.
I wonder if I would know the answers at last.

Sunday, May 23, 2010

:)

I forgot what your voice sounded like. It's good.

Monday, May 17, 2010

Trust me on this.

Cross your fingers behind your back and count slowly backwards from a year and some.
Deju vu.

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Excerpt from my Creative Writing Sci-Fi

March 21st
Glacia

Her tiny bare feet took her out behind the eccentric two-story house. She pushed open the rickety screen door and waddled out across the back deck. Without permission again. A girly dress danced on the top of her chubby knees and her tiny toenails were sloppily painted pink. Two light pink ribbons held loose pigtails in place, and big glistening eyes shone out at the outside world. She stood for a moment in wonder. Not fear, but wonder. She awkwardly climbed off the deck and into the lawn below. The grass tickled her knees as she walked through it, towards the fence separating the well-kept lawn and a wild field. As she approached the white picket fence, she looked up at the latch that she could tell she wouldn’t be able to reach. Her nose peeked through the slats and saw the grassy field with one path down the middle. Sighing, she knew she had only one option. With no thought of her pretty dress, she carefully slid under the bottom of the fence and found herself facedown in the field. She got up on her hands and knees and then up back onto her feet. Steadying herself, she went on down the path with purpose.

She paused in the middle of the field and stared determinedly up into the sky. A cluster of clouds swarmed around like a flock of birds directly above where she stood. She smiled slightly in approval. Then, holding both tiny hands straight up towards the sky, she squealed with utter delight. Expertly, she opened her mouth towards the heavens to catch the first raindrop of the season on her tongue. She closed her eyes a moment before impact.

The reaction was immediate.

Water gushed out of her mouth like a geyser, pouring across the grassy field and beyond. She fell to the ground until the water swirled around her like a whirlpool, carrying her higher and higher. Abruptly, her expression changed from peaceful to anxious, and she was lost in the sea of rain. Then in a moment, the water soaked back into the ground like it was a thirsty sponge, and not one pigtail was to be seen. Resting on a rose petal was a single drop of water. It was as if no one had entered the field.

Except.

Beside the rose was a small bundle from which clear blue eyes stared out and up into the still darkened sky.

Monday, May 10, 2010

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

all I was trying to do was save my own skin but so were you

I’ve been housing all this doubt and insecurity and
I’ve been locked inside that house all the while you hold the key
And I’ve been dying to get out and that might be the death of me
And even though, there’s no way in knowing where to go, promise I’m going because
I gotta get outta here
I’m stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake
I gotta get outta here
And I’m begging you,
I’m begging you,
I’m begging you to be my escape.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

brown chicken, brown cow.

Today was a day to remember.
Goofy girls is the new fudge brownies.

Saturday, May 1, 2010

i found this in my old facebook notes. haha.

1. My birthday is awesome: 9-3-93
2. I believe in being honest, true, chaste, benevolent, and virtuous.
3. Music is my life.
4. Rain is my passion.
5. I have moved 14 times.
6. My best friend ever happens to be my sister.
7. I’m not allowed to. (fill in the blank)
8. I eat Kimchi, I want to speak Korean, and I have green Asian eyes.
9. I love to sing, act, and dance, but I’ve never been too good at it. =P
10. Pringles=yum
11. I write down everything.
12. I own, or have owned, or would like to own, or will own, the entire Harry Potter series for my kids to read.
13. Don’t call me Vicky or you’ll see how I earned a brown belt in Judo.
14. Carbonation is icky next to freshly squeezed orange juice.
15. I went off chocolate for two years.
16. My life should be made into an awesomely beautifully emo musical when I die. ;P
17. I feel sorry for people, even if I really, really, really, shouldn’t.
18. I’m very clumsy. (Except for on those rare occasions when my hidden gracefulness momentarily trips on-stage.;)
19. I overanalyze just about everything.
20. Poetry is not optional.
21. I can play “Don’t Stop Believing” by Journey on the piano. HUGE feat.
22. I involve myself in other people’s lives.
23. Guitars make me warm and fuzzy inside. :D
24. I still remember what my imaginary friends look like and their awesome names too.
25. Days pass me by, just like moments.
26. I’m a sucker for compliments.

Until then.

I've been around for you
I've been up and down for you
But I just can't get any relief
I've swallowed my pride for you
I've lived and lied for you
But you still make me feel like a thief
You got me stealin' your love away
Cuz you never give it
Peeling the years away
And we can't relive it
I make you laugh
And you make me cry
I believe it's time for me to fly

I've had enough of the falseness
Of a worn out relation
Enough of the jealousy
And the intoleration
I make you laugh
And you make me cry
I believe it's time for me to fly

Oh, don't you know it's time for me to fly

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

amazing

Thank you.
My evening is now complete.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

we accept food stamp.

Where music is sung in harmony
where words read have meaning
where testimonies are founded
and strengthened.
Where friends are family
and we all know each others name.
where modest really is hottest.
where no one is better than anyone else.
where we lift and inspire
and there's no glitter or labels.

<3

I received my Young Women Medallion tonight. It was beautiful, but something was missing. I'm pretty sure I know what. Elisa, Emy, Kim, Madison, Maryana, Marystar, and every other young women on the ghetto island I love.

Peace out.

Monday, April 26, 2010

next time, I'll aim better.

You're right. I am not worthy of you.
In fact, I'm bowing right now.
Bowing.
I'm scraping my nose on your shoes.
I'll never live up to you.
Too perfect for me, for anyone.

It's just too bad you're all alone.
It's really too bad.


P.S. I can't wait for summer with Anitia! :D

Sunday, April 25, 2010

i'm just a little too not over you.

When at first you don't succeed,
try
try
try
try
try
try
try
try
try
again.

But then what?

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

WOaH.

Orange and blue.
Yeeeeah.

It's the new me.

You dig?

Friday, April 16, 2010

Something is wrong

when the bathrooms have automatic flushing facilities, and yet
you can't keep the stall doors closed because all the locks are broken.

That's what I call ghetto dot com.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

i added "cuz" to my blogger dictionary, because I can.

I'm at Pine View High School in St. George, bored to tears. Thusly, I thought I'd post a normal blog for once, with no cryptic meanings, treasure hunt clues, or scrambled lyrics. -insert Hilary's "ahng?" (a more-than-suitable substitute for "yeah?")-

I've been typing papers for so long that I started to format this post in 12pt font, Times New Roman, indent the first line, write Victoria Brown in the top left hand corner... How lame is that? It's all this blocking Facebook business. I don't understand why school's block Facebook. Do they think social networking distracts from studies and consume what could be essay writing time? Pffft. Crazysauce.

I'm sitting next to a drinking fountain, because I'm sharing it's plug, on Hilary's laptop. Cuz she's awesome. Not possum. Just awesome. ;) Kantori, the CHS women's choir I've been hanging out with every second period on B days, just cuz they freakin' rock, and I happen to be a member, just performed for our regional competition. We did pretty amazing down in the alto section if I do say so myself, and I just did. So now we're just chilin... OHMYGOODNESS! Hahahahaha. The outlet I'm using is ghetto.com. A choir just finished performing and came out in a line to get water and the drinking fountain isn't working. We short-circuited the fountain with a mini laptop. LAWL. That is too funny. Hahahaha. We are trying to not look guilty. Failsauce.
Hilary: (cracking up, giving an improv speech to a line of thirsty people) "Oh, yeah, wow, that's funny. Wasn't that fountain working a few minutes ago? Weird..." Lol. This just turned into the best day ever.

Apparently it IS the best day ever. I've just been informed that it's toe ring Wednesday. <3

tell me where you are

It feels like summer is on it’s way.
Will it ever get here?
These sheltered hearts can’t make me stay
No, I wont forget we’re everything I know
And I hope you take this everything I know
Cuz you made it worth this ride to me.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

It hurts

for all the wrongest reasons.

Friday, April 9, 2010

you don't have to stay strong and silent

The wall is still not talking back. I wonder why I keep thinking it will. I guess because this time I think I heard a grunt or two. Then again, I have a pretty vivid imagination, so who knows. I wanna hit my head against that wall. Three times, hard.

Somehow, I don't see that helping.

Walls are lame. Don't talk to them. (They don't talk back.)

Thursday, April 8, 2010

life is what happens when you're busy making plans

I tried talking to a wall today. Someone told me it'd be worth my while.
I have to be honest.

It wasn't.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

sha la la

This is wrong but
I can't help but feel like
There ain't nothing more right
Misty morning comes again and I can't
Help but wish I could see your face

And I knew from the first note played I'd be breaking all my rules to see you
You smile that beautiful smile
And all the girls in the front row scream your name

So dim that spotlight, tell me things like
I can't take my eyes off of you
I'm no one special, just another wide-eyed girl
Who's desperately in love with you
Give me a photograph to hang on my wall
Superstar

Good morning loneliness
Comes around when I'm not dreaming about you
When my world wakes up today you'll be in another town
And I knew when I saw your face I'd be
Counting down the ways to see you
And you smile that beautiful smile
And all the girls in the front row scream your name

You played in bars, you play guitar
And I'm invisible and everyone knows who you are
And you'll never see, you sing me to sleep
Every night from the radio

So dim that spotlight, tell me things like
I can't take my eyes off of you
I'm no one special, just another wide-eyed girl
Who's desperately in love with you
Give me a photograph to hang on my wall
Superstar
Sweet, sweet superstar
Superstar

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Jonah's back.

How do you say goodbye in robot?

Saturday, March 20, 2010

i don't give up that easily

Last time I saw you,
you didn't look at me.
But all I could think, was
you have so much possibility.

You say you don't know,
well I believe you.
Cuz I don't know, too.

I'll fix it with some key lime pie,
I'll make you smile.
I'm not giving up.

Not even a little bit.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Trying to forget is really not working.
Come right out and say it.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

feelings intertwined. worries melted. senses fused. love welded.

I wanna be that girl
who sneezes so cute that you have to say, "bless you"
who looks good first thing in the morning.
whose singing makes the birds and squirrels gather.
who's responsibly reckless.
who makes the teams.
who's hair blows in the wind.
who makes you stop a little.

Monday, February 8, 2010

you've got the keys to me

I do this from time to time where I can never say the things I mean. I hear the words, but all I can think, is we should be together. I'm up to my neck with work and worries and questions.

Friday, February 5, 2010

it's a sad day in Toriland

There better be a good explanation...

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Sunday, January 24, 2010

i'll pick you up, like you for i.

I don't think this is working.
Squeezing so hard my hands are hurting.
I ought to let go in the first place.
Everything that shows time is gone.
I'm outside in this cold
still looking for you.

But it's harder to hold on to your hands, than the hands of time
Don't let go.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

i can't breathe.

I'm not going to let this happen.

Saturday, January 2, 2010

according to you

Let me riddle you a ditty, it's just an itty bitty, little thing on my mind.
About a boy and a girl, trying to take on the world one kiss at a time.
Now the funny thing about, ain't a story without it, but the story is mine.
And I wish you could say, that it ended just fine.

We all want to know, how it ends.
Oh, happily ever after, wouldn't you know, wouldn't you know.
Oh, skip to the ending, who'd like to know, I'd like to know.
Author of the moment, can you tell me, do I end up, do I end up happy?

Inhale, breathe steady, exhale, like you're ready, if you're ready or not.
Just a boy and a girl trying to take on the world, and we want to get caught.
In the middle of a very happy ending, let's see what we've got, let's give it a shot.
Let's give it a shot.

We all have a story to tell.
Whether we whisper or yell.
We all have a story, of adolescence and all it's glory.
We all have a story to tell.

Zesty

You're better than you think you are
and I know you will go so far
You have such possibility
your masterpiece, dancing inside me.

Gone crazy, won't be home soon,
I'm singing songs to the moon.
My new pet butterflies swirl
and dancing on the edge I twirl.

Your faraway controlled expression,
leaves me haunted with obsession,
Your honest eyes,
they search me as I realize,
they won't admire what I fake,
but you keep my heart awake.