And when all the world’s silence has found me, I lay back and realize that I’m at war with the peace I don’t have. ~N.V.

You call me ‘bad’ for knowing that pleasure lies between the thunder of my thighs. You call me ‘bad’ for when you say “Honey, that’s not very lady-like”, I’d rather roll my eyes. You call me ‘bad’ because you know my confidence lies in the swing of my hips. Well, darling, call me 'bad’- -'cause I’m still rolling in the afterglow of a new first kiss. ~N.V.

As I sit within the crowded symphony of this concrete jungle, I realize that even in chaos, there’s music. ~N.V.

With a gun to my head, you asked me what I would do if love was at the end of this barrel. Well, darling, pull the trigger. ~N.V.

You say you don’t understand why I flinch at the thought of forever. Oh but darling, you see that’s the nature of a heartbreaker conditioned by the multiple hands of near-perfect lovers. ~N.V.

I spent so long caught up in your reality that I forgot how to dream. ~N.V.

Within the boisterous cheers of ex-lovers, and the thunderous claps of ravaging fingers, I became heartbreak’s biggest stage. ~N.V.

There’s a comfort in being ravaged by the multiple hands of near-perfect lovers; In being chewed and spit out because the only feeling it leaves you breathing is the knowledge that now, there’s one less heartbreak to deal with. Whoever said that the number game was the act of adding on, never understood the luxury of taking off what was never sown. So here I am, standing tall, feeling small knowing that the superficial forehead kiss you gave my emotions was just a way of l

Back then -you know when the scars could scab as easily as fruit going ripe- the bloodshot shot eyes of a wounded liver couldn’t keep me from running into the libido of a one-time lover. ~N.V. (written on 27 March, 2014) Note: From a much larger, coming-of-age poem I wrote titled 'There Was A Time'.

Could I clutch onto my mother’s skirts forever, and follow the comfort Into the arms of heaven? Can I believe in this goddamn faith that my siblings are my first children? Can I hang onto the thread, the semblance of the unusual, the ordinary, the taste of my own knowledge? Should I share the love I don’t have or distribute it to those who do? Do I keep knocking on your hypothetical door till you find the time to sing to me that you love me true? Should I, must I, can I belie

I can be the vice to your virtue The noose to your death. The lure to your cravings, I can be the pendulum above your head. I can be the addiction to your stress; The crash to your wave, The speed to your car, I can be the cut to your shave. I can be the sin to your deeds, The chant to your hymn. The dagger to your shield, I can be the bruise to your shin. I can be the lie to your conscience, The fire to your rage. The name of your desires, I can be the numbe

The battle is dead because the war is won; If you think you're the man, I gave birth to your son. ~N.V. (written on 2 Aug, 2011) Note: a phrase from a larger, angsty poem I wrote titled 'Boy'.

I use metaphors to describe the indescribable When I have no other way to emote my feelings; And the world seems to crumble in melancholic bliss Of concrete houses and zero ideals. As I sit within the swirls of grey smoke and wet skies Wondering where you are Where we are… I watch through the slits in my eyes because the world is just too bright With these people who walk by innocently, unassuming… unattainable. Do they know that I am sickeningly in love? Drenched in confusio

If illusions were reality, And reality a myth, Would a myth be real then? And would the world believe in it? ~N.V. (written on 22 Aug, 2007)

You, Snuck your way into my world when all you were was a figment of my reality -A distinct memory, a scattered melancholy- Whose mild fascination was easily ignorable because your space in my life was next to minimal. You snuck your way into my world. You, took my lips by surprise with your legacy of vague talent, mild words and that slow crawl rhythm that allowed you to roll in and out of crowded moments with easy momentum. You took my lips by surprise. You, found a way

I once read that researchers are yet to figure out why people lock lips to show affection. Maybe that’s why some of the best kisses are indescribable. ~N.V.

I took a step away from the virtues I was made to believe make me. I took a step away only to realize that with every sin, I created a memory. And maybe that’s why, with my cheeks a bit wet, I realize that out of them all, you’re the one I can’t forget. ~N.V.

It felt like diving into a whirlpool of everything I didn’t know I wanted. I looked at you and in the ocean of your eyes, I built an empire even an earthquake couldn’t break. So when it was time for me to pull myself out of this sea and rise above, I finally understood why they call it falling in love . ~N.V.

Imprisoned, Conditioned by my own inhibitions; I found a way out of this hell you call ‘expectation’. I stood on top of my biggest insecurity to let the world know that if fighting back is a crime, then I’m guilty. ~N.V.

I envy your reflection. Because every second you spend looking into a mirror, you’re staring straight into the eyes of my entire world. ~N.V .