Welcome to The VCR Diaries "MIC"
His Diary- Vance Shepherd
A Poetic Documental based on The Decks and the Road Novel Series
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Experience MIC! Mysteries In Common.
Enjoy this comparison of The VCR Diaries and The VCR Diaries 2 "No Estrogen.
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Join Veronica, Cassandra, and Reece from book 3, Erased and Vance Shepherd, Chad-Ezra, Rick Simpleton each from a separate book of The Decks and the Road Novel Series. Read the Character profiles in the Images above.
Her Diary-Veronica
It's black leather with raised suede. The suede is where the flowers are, they're gray. An odd color for a flower. Yet, it's pretty to look at. Inside, there are groups of pages where she just let it rip, and between those, whole areas where she just skipped over. It's like she was planning on inserting something on those pages, but either she forgot or life took off. It's very clean, and barely worn; except for one of the outside corners of the front cover. The leather is completely gone there. Maybe it took a fall, you know. I don't know what happened but the cardboard under the leather is exposed, and it's also gray.
A Barefoot
A heavy foot can be heard anywhere,
It doesn't scratch the ear drum like one being dragged,
But a heavy foot can destroy things,
And it's what keeps all the ears alert,
And eyes moving swiftly back and forth.
It's like the sound of the guard coming up the hall,
I think he knows the terror of his step,
And he likes it.
I myself am a light and swift step,
That's the way everything changes around me,
With a light touch and leaving no footstep behind,
And that's exactly how I'm taking to the stage.
My pant legs are long,
They're sweeping the floor in fact,
And don't you try to get a look underneath,
I'm barefoot.
It's the way to get undressed isn't it,
And this diary and everything in it is trying to undress me,
I'm here and I'm holding it,
But the words aren't and they're not.
These are old words from old matters,
They come from worlds apart,
And perhaps they're too tired to hold me up,
Still, here I am,
Midway through this leap.
And midway is where I want to put my shoes back on,
Midway is where life makes you choose,
Choose to undress the past forever,
Or put it all into a file in a draw you can never step away from.
I'm pass midway now,
Well midway as we like to hold it,
And caress it.
I didn't see it then.
Midway.
I didn't undress it when the moment came,
And now all I have is the stage and this diary.
Now right before him,
I'm determined to undress,
No.. I'm not just going to have him put a beautiful spin,
On the small drops of blood between these pages.
Dried blood,
It has a way of intrigue,
And intrigue,
A way of Glory,
But he should smell it,
He should pull his nostrils up,
And get a good whiff.
Then maybe the next time I glimpse up,
He'll be gone,
His seat will be empty,
And all the ears will go with his heavy step.
Then maybe I can just run through this,
I'll get out from under this cruel heat,
This spotlight,
And put my shoes back on.
Then maybe I'll get some credit,
For walking all the way back to midway,
With a draw on my back.
And surely,
Maybe,
I'll see it clearly,
To leave it all behind.
His Diary- Vance Shepherd
"I didn't know they expected me to bring the whole thing. I mean, I get it... Diaries, but it feels like more of a ladies thing. Hey, it's the first one and there's plenty of pages left if I ever decide to go this deep again."
A Barefoot
A bare foot tippy toes across the floor,
It's looking for a home,
Not desperately,
But purposely.
She's young,
I'm young,
Not innocently,
But happily.
I'm in love with her hair,
It talks,
A loving talk,
One she's not too young to speak.
A barefoot,
It's slower than one with shoes on,
And it's thoughtful,
But it has to work on being grounded.
That's if it plans on staying clean,
If it doesn't,
The ground is a good canvas.
When I left home there were shoes..
But when she smiled I let them go.
Traded them for sandals,
And a stroll on the beach.
Kept going back and forth..
Shoes then sandals,
Shoes then sandals.
At home I wore shoes of course.
Then I came to her for good,
I meant it,
For good.
And she let me remove my sandals.
All Poems written by NaTisha Renee Williams
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VCR Diaries, Copyright 2018 by Natisha R. Williams, All Rights reserved.
VCR Diaries 2 "No Estrogen", Copyright 2019 by Natisha R. Williams, All Rights Reserved.
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