Rating details. All Languages. More filters. Sort order. Doug marked it as to-read Jul 19, There are no discussion topics on this book yet. About Victoria Zigler. Victoria Zigler. My name is Victoria, but most of my friends and family call me Tori. Feel free to do the same. Born in the shadow of the black mountains in Wales, I now live by the sea in the south-east of England with my husband, Kelly, a degu named Joshua, a chinchilla named Mollie, a West Highland White Terrier named Lilie, and a Cavapoo named Logan.
Having battled with glaucoma since birth, I now find myself co My name is Victoria, but most of my friends and family call me Tori. Having battled with glaucoma since birth, I now find myself completely blind. I've loved to read and write since I learned how, and always wanted to get my work published. Finally, in , I made that dream come true by self-publishing the first of my books as an eBook via Smashwords.
Several more titles have been published since, with paperbacks and audio books also being made available. A couple of people have agreed with that description of me, so I feel I'm justified in using it. Either that, or taking some time to explore some of my other interests, such as knitting, Dungeons And Dragons style roleplaying games, music, brainteaser puzzles, movies, baking, history, science, astronomy, and a few other things that randomly capture my attention from time to time.
I also love almost anything to do with animals and nature. I have to say "almost" because I'm not too keen on spiders and creepy crawly things, though can pretend they don't exist if they don't come too close to me. My favourite animals are cats, dogs, rodents, and horses, though I generally get all soppy over just about any four-legged animal; especially young ones.
That love of animals was a huge factor in my choice to become a vegetarian, as it's hard to enjoy a meal when you feel sorry for it. Books by Victoria Zigler. Trivia About Waves of Broken D No trivia or quizzes yet. Upon the wings of birds of flight And tails of comets to alight. I soar the oceans and the mountains And quench my thirst from nature's fountains. Let me sit where the green moss grows And dream away my cares and woes. Wake me when the visions fade; When back to reality, my senses bade.
A spectrum of vision, like ghosts, they're now faintest; Only dry bones where vitality once flourished. Written on blank pages that time has now vanished; A dream book in color that age turned into dust. Like a painting whose subject had quickly faded; It was gone before the nighttime sky missed the sun.
I search my mind for dreams in hope it's not barren; To one day relive them or find them still planted. Kaleidoscopic colors float but pass by me; I can view them, but like a rainbow, out of reach. It now is smoke and fading colors that I see And yet the need for one to dream, forever preach. On the wings of dreams I sail with nighttime vision And only in the light of day are they broken.
Dreams on which to ponder Have no meaning till you wonder Characters and scenes, some unknown Awaken the mind as it is shown. Soft and gentle, pleasant, not true Do not wake up, because you knew Dreams that play in your mind Are only for your tender kind. Moon up in the sky How you float so regal and high I like to watch your many faces and imagine your thoughts As you look down upon us with such beauty and haught.
I see the man you do possess He is a part of your regal dress But yet I can see laughter and mystery in your face For who else would allow a cow to jump over his space. And when the autumn leaves turn to gold And the wind begins to bring the cold I marvel at your harvest face And the brilliance of your lusty grace. Your complete fullness pleasures my sight And oh, how I chuckle with delight For even when a cloud may shadow a part of you It doesn't prevent your aura to shine through.
I see the mischievousness in your face And how you quench the day in your haste You frolic with the clouds each night And as the sun starts to rise, you take flight. In you God created a masterpiece A timeless work that will never cease And the old forever young they will be When they imagine you through my eyes and see. Dream walker beguiled by night, As through the mist she glides, Like gossamer sails billowing Before the rising tide, In darkened sky shimmering stars, Are pin holes in a veil, Shutting out the night time sun Whose light cannot reveal, The beauty of one who walks A pathway left unreal.
Faerie Queens who dance at night, Have but a moment before the light Reveals their magic ways, Leaving silent misty days.
E'n so they dance each eve, For those who will believe In sprites who fly on gossamer wings, Playing harps of gold with silver strings. Faerie Queens are but true, And quite different from me and you, As they dance from night 'til dawn, To music made of elfins' song. Rourke from Beggs, OK e-mail: stonebluff webzone.
If I could stay within my dreams and not be forced to live in reality, I could climb the mountains high, touch a star and reach the sky. I could fly with wings unclipped, dream in color to my heart's content, never having to touch the ground, claim each pearl as mine when found. Reality mixed with sunshine and rain and sanity crossing over into insanity.
Some dreams fulfilled but others still, remain in life, a bitter pill. In my mind, I live my dreams, travel far and reach for stars.
Reality always pulls me back down, placing my feet back on the ground. If I wished on enough stars Or would my dreams suffocate withered decaying slowly on the star? If I wrote enough messages Or would my dreams be twisted abused by those who find it instead? What will you do? I live in a lonely cabin with no one else around I live near lonely trees in a lonely ground My life would be much better if I had some friends But all I have for company is the river and its bends.
I live in a lonely cabin I know the land by stride I live near lonely trees and I care for them with pride My life keeps getting better as I learn to get along All the animals are playful and the wind is full of song. I live in a lonely cabin it's not that bad I guess There're no troubles on my shoulders and I'm lightened of my stress But just one day to talk to someone would be really great But as for now I'll make the best yet still I'll hope and wait. When I slip away to the garden Imagination begins to bloom, Caressed by the gentle breeze The essence of a sweet perfume.
O, that I could stay here forever Visions and dream of creative art, Dancing with you in garden's midst Passion ignites within our hearts. Like the dew upon an Irish rose Your essence clings to me, Beauty of dormant deep rises And I'm dancing in eternity! O, that I could stay here forever for I never tire of loving you at all, Raptured within your breath of heaven, A rose, buds and blooms upon your call. To try and fail and then prevail A loss, a win keep on that grin To run and fall laughed at by all To show your face as the loser of a race To stand up tall and hear your call Someone, somewhere wants you to be there To share with them a life of grim But you refuse there's nothing to lose Get on with life and work, and strife For what you know will help you grow Into a better person.
Everyday we walk to our spots Bait our hooks Cast our lines. Sometimes no nibble to give us hope Don't be frustrated Don't be discouraged, just cope Don't feel like you're at the end of a rope. Don't give up fishing for dreams Persevere in life's ocean, sea, or streams.
SHADOWS A Collection of Broken Dreams and Heartaches Inspired by William Blake's Illuminations, Shadows, a collection of free-form poetry and short stories. In this contemplative collection of short stories and poetry, Aren K. Manahan constructs a world in which the narrator is caught in space and time. The titles of the.
There's the catch of a lifetime Out there waiting for us primed Losing faith is a crime Reel in your dreams anytime. He walks out onto the field, head to foot in a full body shield, the crowd stands up and starts to cheer, then they sit down and drink their beers. The football player thinks to himself, then runs to his team, that's when he wakes up from his wonderful dream. Listen, 'less you can hear the pain Over in the corner of your mind The Joker sees your suffering But 'alas he does not pity Simple views towards love Makes him tumble with mirth Avert your eyes and cover your ears Hide your heart from this jester "Cause he's always looking Sending decoys if he sees A vulnerable soul.
My feather pen too light to stay do not insist on flying away. We together might each stray and thoughts on paper fade away.
Each year I live more time slips away, more work I give more hope gives away. If we float sentimental together not even reason can take us away from a sensible breeze we're use to weather.
Not before reason drips away.