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Dec 2020 · 266
Love waits
Vaampyrae Dec 2020
I’m not alone
I never have been
You were always there waiting
To hold me in your arms
As if they were made for just this moment
And my heart is now in pieces
We let it shatter
For a new beginning
The lifetime we’re spending together
For months
For weeks
For days
For hours
For minutes
For seconds
Just for this
Just for... you
Cause you’re not alone
I was right here waiting for you too
I’ve never desired to be this patient until I met you, my love.

Thank you for everything.

See you, tomorrow, okay?
Dec 2020 · 56
To my favourite person
Vaampyrae Dec 2020
I look forward to our ordinary days together
Special nights are cool too
But thinking of the groceries
Bills, chores, and old people stuff
We’ll do together someday
Just warms my heart like microwaved
Tuna sandwiches (which I love, by the way)
So listen
While you’re resting and sleeping
Put my dreams for tax calculating
In the fridge for now (we’ll take them out soon)
Just know that this ordinary poet has
An extra-ordinary
Love for you
I can’t sleep. I’m thinking about you. XD I need water. *dronk dronk*
Dec 2020 · 71
The Crucifixion
Vaampyrae Dec 2020
Why must we always deem ourselves unworthy
Of any god?
Sinful creatures whose faults always last
Death to the broken spirits
Who don’t repent or
Self-flagellate in guilt
But why?
I’m okay with who I am
Judge me all you want
Call me sinful
Call me broken
Call me unworthy
I love who I am
Is there anything wrong with that?
This isn’t meant to attack any religion.  I just really wanted to talk about how we should love ourselves without needing a higher being to say it.

You are enough.
You are worthy.
You are loved.

And it’s okay to be you, as long as you’re not harming anyone.
Dec 2020 · 342
And so they said
Vaampyrae Dec 2020
Vote with knowledge they say
Pray for the best they say
Support the man in power they say
Do it for your own life they say

So I said in return:
Tyrannical kings can only last if we let them.
They say.
Dec 2020 · 91
Lemons and Bratwurst
Vaampyrae Dec 2020
For breakfast, lunch, and dinner!
Meals aplenty
Beauty in delectable harmony
Oh hand me a fork, a spoon, a knife
Who I am depends on this course
I stand tall in my throes
For Lemons and Bratwurst —
Free for all!
I am hungry.
Vaampyrae Dec 2020
Like it was meant for you to say
The letters drip from your lips like honeydew
Its syllables walk upon the ramparts of your tongue
Lulling me in your savoury taste
I slumber with ethereal addiction
It fits right in.
Dec 2020 · 145
Stars
Vaampyrae Dec 2020
Little starlight do not fade
Do not go away when day comes
I have you to trust to hold to hope for
Until night comes again
Dec 2020 · 99
Why am I good enough?
Vaampyrae Dec 2020
I try
I write
That’s good enough for me
Dec 2020 · 153
Alternate Timelines
Vaampyrae Dec 2020
Timelines we will never see
Timelines that can never be
So you always say if only, but

This is not an if only
For only now exists
Let go of what was and just be

Plunge into the frightening void
Called reality
Just be.
Nov 2020 · 105
Dump Ba
Vaampyrae Nov 2020
A calm kind of passion is all
I need to know
All I need to feel is warmth
From all this snow
In contradiction, we tend to thrive
in very simple ways
A heart (l/y)earning to last
For more than just a day
Poetic Me is back.

I've missed you.
Nov 2020 · 293
How long has it been
Vaampyrae Nov 2020
Since you've knocked onto my rusty door
Waddling through the treacherous mazes
Hidden inside icy walls

Now you have seen it all
You have shown me
I have no more need for walls

Only for you
The door has been left wide open.

Welcome home.
4
3
2
1

A special night with you.
Nov 2020 · 49
Life
Vaampyrae Nov 2020
Is a sum of choices
Both good and bad
Beautiful and sad
But why am I so certain
I've made the most beautiful choice --
Falling in love with you?
I love you.
Nov 2020 · 97
Flowers
Vaampyrae Nov 2020
Thorns big and small
Wither away
When I see your sun shiny face
"Enough", like I've always been
Petals slowly unraveling
Of one truly seen.
Hello, my favourite flower.
(✿◕‿◕)
Oct 2020 · 177
A poem worth fighting for
Vaampyrae Oct 2020
You.

A dream worth fighting for
You.

A smile worth fighting for
You.

A love worth fighting for
You.
*giggles*

I'm sleepy XD
Oct 2020 · 271
Steps to falling in love
Vaampyrae Oct 2020
***** clothes bunched up on the corner
Complain
Look for a washing machine
Find washing machine
Begin separating whites from hues
Add a bit of water and soap
Add clothes to machine
Press button
See the clothes swirl and swirl
Wait a bit
Ding!
Transfer to the dryer
Set the dryer to maximum
Press other button
Wait more
Ding!
Take out garments and put in basket
Place garments over the mattress
Fold side by side
Stacking each on top of the other
Or crumple them in the closet (you choose)
Look at fruits of labour
Smile
Repeat.
I think washing and folding clothes aren’t really chores
If I’ll be doing them with you.

I’m playing around with poetry. Have a one about clothes. Sorry for the not-so-clickbait clickbait. XD
Oct 2020 · 211
Rainbow Connection
Vaampyrae Oct 2020
You are my rainbow connection
My red, my blue
My yellow, all of the hues
Now I’ve fallen under your spell
Hear the stories they will soon tell
Of the rainbow far up in the sky
A cloud that will never run dry
“Someday you’ll find it, the rainbow connection.”

Inspired by Kermit The Frog’s song ☺️🌈
Oct 2020 · 360
Paradox
Vaampyrae Oct 2020
Despite the fall
You raise me up
Holding me in your arms
Letting me be the best I can be
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
Can I be your paradox too?
I will never not love you, my favourite poet.
Oct 2020 · 63
You asked me once
Vaampyrae Oct 2020
What was so amazing about you

Pondering over quirks I’ve grown
To love
The more I see
The more I understand
The more it unravels —
My answer:

Maybe it was
The way you held your head high
As if the gods couldn’t make you bow

Maybe it was
The way you went barefoot
When everyone stood comfortably on their shoes

Maybe it was
The way you studied the universe like
It owed you all its knowledge

Or maybe it was
The way you took all our impossibilities and
Shrugged them all off in a few seconds
Just by being you

Being you.

So if you asked me what was so amazing about you —
Tell me, what was not?
I am truly in love.
Oct 2020 · 55
Crumpled Tissue Papers
Vaampyrae Oct 2020
And yesterday's doubts
I used to crumble at the thought of falling
Now I am proud
Of the courage I discover
Within the darkest sanctuaries I once laid
Tomorrow is full of hope
A new kind of poetry I unravel everyday.
Cry until there is nothing left but love.
Oct 2020 · 34
If I woke up
Vaampyrae Oct 2020
If I woke up a thousand days to your face
More than the light of all combined sun rays
I'd choose to wake up everyday
More than just a thousand days
Because still, that wouldn't be enough
So Universe,
Let this be an eternal gaze
Let me bask in this happiness always
Let me know what it's like to never leave
But show me instead how to live
To slumber
To dream
To wake
Everyday knowing
This, will stay.
:'))

I love you. Sweet dreams, chilli brain.
Oct 2020 · 57
Different
Vaampyrae Oct 2020
You and I
Holding onto different
Strings following different
Pathways sharing different
Dreams living different
Worlds

Yet how did we knot our strings together
Intersect and walk the same path together
Find our dreams in each other
Met in between and saw what truly mattered?

Love.
Settling down all our differences --

Don't you think the world ought to do the same?

Thank you for showing me your true self, and for accepting mine too.

We are more than our differences, because we have made it so.

:'))
Sep 2020 · 43
Mornings
Vaampyrae Sep 2020
Sun slowly rising
Birds singing in unison
A life unfolding
:D Good morning, poets!
Sep 2020 · 168
Bedtime thoughts
Vaampyrae Sep 2020
In love with sleep
In love with books
In love with pillows and blankets that protect me from the
harsh and cruel outside world


Oh, and of course --

In love with you.
Sheets of paper that blanket my heart.
Your name written in every one of them.
Sep 2020 · 78
I am honoured
Vaampyrae Sep 2020
You have finally allowed your evasive tears to fall on my fingertips.

I am honoured
You have finally allowed me to see through the quiet cracks on your lips.

I am honoured
You have finally allowed your heart to open its sturdy doors.

But most of all
I am honoured to be loved by you, forevermore.
:') Thank you.
Sep 2020 · 71
Poetry
Vaampyrae Sep 2020
Until I doze off to oblivion
I shan't stop writing for thee
My friend and lover through all the
Years of solitude
Poetry
You have clung to me
Now it is time I cling back.
Thank you.
Sep 2020 · 77
Anchor
Vaampyrae Sep 2020
I guess I just needed one voice all along
To tell me love was indeed worth fighting for.
Cause there are thousands of voices constantly humming
within
My brain
Some pretty ugly, some really frightening
Even the most avid dark fiction writer
Would be shivering in absolute fear

One voice is now enough to set them all apart
Just like how Moses halved the sea
Your voice has and still
Reaches me.
Poem streak.
Sep 2020 · 77
Storytime
Vaampyrae Sep 2020
Picture this:
Broken glasses
Left on a timid table.
Unfixed.

Picture this:
A blind child waiting
For her mother to come
Back.

Picture this:
Yesterday's pie still
Humming inside the
Oven.

Picture this:
The sight of blood on a far
Off pavement spreading without
Direction.

Picture this:
Lost shadows just
Waiting to be seen in the
Silence.
I've always wanted to tell a story through a poem. I looked at my broken glasses and let the fingers do the work. This is what came out.
Sep 2020 · 327
Hardbound
Vaampyrae Sep 2020
The flip of a page sounds like
Yesterday's tunes
Haunting the remains of ancient runes
Of libraries snugged within our brains
Perhaps in a blissful yearning to be named
By its forgetful creator
And I prefer physical books indeed.

The smell of old books never ceases to capture me.
Sep 2020 · 271
Body Warmth
Vaampyrae Sep 2020
The next time we meet again will probably awkward as frick
Like if Jupiter and Uranus collided
In which they'd probably pass by each other because they're gas giants
(Or fuse into one big gas giant planet, but I'm too tired to explain)
And being in one room we'd might as well
Be two unmoving pieces of stone each waiting
For the other to make a move
After all the years without touch
(Cause a pandemic had to happen)
I guess we'd be stiff like that.

I mean, can't you see the stiffness in the way my hands
Wave at you wishing yours could just come through
The pesky screens holding us back
Just wishing they could make a crack at all the ice
My hands have been gathering throughout these years?

Cause it seems holding you will take ages
And I'm now left to read hundreds of pages of young adult couples
Huddling beside bonfires
Making it look so easy to move closer and closer
While realistically, we're stuck here miles and miles apart
Only huddling beside this hurt we call distance

By the gods, I pray to be a gas giant so I can permeate
Through all these physical walls
And give you the one long hug I've been saving since fall
Cause I badly need the body warmth right now.
Do I sound too hypothermic? I hope not.


...


But anyway, still and awkward hugs will do
I've noticed it's a bit cold here --
Is it cold there too?

I know you might've grown accustomed to it, you might even like it, but for just one night
Let me imagine what it's like
To warm you.
I am in need of body warmth. Brr. Help XD Also, inspired by Heroes of Olympus: The Lost Hero. Piper and Jason's scene.

Spoken word for the nth time. All my poems are becoming spoken word.

; - ;

Well, I'll see and listen what my hearts says.
Vaampyrae Sep 2020
No books, no walls, no weapons, no stalls
No pens, no tools, no -- nothing at all
Because everything I need to hold
already stands before me
You.



Mini poem #3

Gosh, what love does to us. XD
Sep 2020 · 66
Airwaves
Vaampyrae Sep 2020
Maybe we'll make do with the pixels that bind us together
Two-hour talks we share in our own tiny version of forever
Thin but treasured screens that allow me to see your beautiful smile
Airwaves bringing messages, traversing thousands of miles
Just to get to where they need to be

Oh the stories they would tell.
Distance is but a number.
Sep 2020 · 218
Timezones
Vaampyrae Sep 2020
It's amazing how people operating in different
schedules can still find the time to love each other.

I guess love surmounts the laws of the universe too.
We just keep getting cheesier, don't we?
Love overcomes all boundaries.
Sep 2020 · 154
A Maladroit’s Hymn
Vaampyrae Sep 2020
I’m a maladroit young gal.

Did you just search what that means?

It means I’m clumsy. I mean, look at how my rhymes go all flimsy.

Words stacked together, never just in twos or threes.

Just a bottle of broken glass that was never meant to be.

That’s me.

That is my beauty.

So although the dictionary and society be judging all the maladroits out there

We don’t care.

Let us sip our teas as they cry in despair.

Cause they can only wish they were as cool as us -

Real as us -

Free as us.

Everyone seems to be faking it, really.

That’s why I’d rather be maladroit:

Maladroit and happy.
Here’s to all the maladroits out there. You are not alone. 🥂
Sep 2020 · 311
Milestones
Vaampyrae Sep 2020
Someone told me I was amazing
That I was beautiful
That I was loved
That I was not alone
That I was not a burden
That I was enough

I’m starting to believe in that too.
Thank you.

☺️💕

I couldn’t have imagined loving myself until I found you.

It takes a journey to love, and I’m glad I’m taking this journey with you.

To everyone, it may not be easy to love the person you know the most - yourself. But you will get there.

I promise.

“To myself, I love you.”

Repeat it until you believe it.

You deserve to.

😌
Sep 2020 · 292
Anger Management 101
Vaampyrae Sep 2020
Today, I will cool my heart with a bottle of patience, compassion, kindness, and love.

Repeat this when you feel the anger bubbling up.

I mean, don't we all get worked up sometimes?
Doesn't the world get too frustrating sometimes?

It's okay.
I know how that feels.

But remember that anger is the enemy of the heart.
Anger destroys all that you've worked so hard to create,
so accept the reality that you cannot change the world.

You are merely a speck of all creation,
so why make an enemy out of it?

Be its friend. Be part of it.

Love against all odds, even when the voices tell you otherwise.

Let love cool your heart and mind like the ocean shore.
Allow it to heal all your wounds.

Rest. Smile.
Laugh at the world’s absurdity.
Live in all of life’s simplicity and beauty.

You don't have to be Buddha or Jesus to do this.

Just breathe.

Breathe in

Patience
Compassion
Kindness and
Love

Breathe out hate.
Breathe out that what does not heal you.

Only with all of these can you begin to make a positive difference in the world. No matter how small.

So start with your heart.

Be patient, be compassionate, be kind, and most of all, love.

Hold that bottle close to your heart.

All else follows.
A note to myself when I feel angry. This seems more like prose than poetry, but I just wanted to express my heart today.

I’m generally an angry person, and growing up, I’ve always let anger consume me, but now I know better.

It's okay to feel angry and tired too. We're flawed that way. But don't forget you are more than your anger. You are loved, and that is what you deserve, just like everyone else.

I believe in you. You can do it.

Find your inner peace. It’s there. You just need to look within.

Love,
You
Vaampyrae Sep 2020
I told myself a few years ago
when my heart was left abandoned
on a dusty, cracked road with no one else to go home to

"I wanna start writing poetry again"
as I numbed all the pain and prepared all the stolen luggage
to start life anew and take myself far from the people who knew
the lost soul I was back then
and maybe… forget

Instead,
I remembered

I remember when I started writing poems at 11
I wrote my way through teenage angst and unexplained tears
regret, confusion, hatred at the world that didn't seem to understand me, when the words did

I grew older and by 16, I saw how anger turned into sadness and sadness turned into love
and every poem I wrote took me to places higher than my hands could ever reach
a world of connections, hidden meanings, and clarity

Clarity —

until love turned me blind and I began writing poems to lie
to myself that I loved the person who said he loved me yet touched me in places the words never did
as I hid in my own broken corridors for the last two years
with a poet who lost all the words she had to her fears
because she gave them all away to those who didn’t even know how to read poetry

Years passed and now the poet has awoken
A new light shining in the places she thought she had forgotten
endlessly flowing with words, words, words
serving as a ticket to the unseen tomorrow
she's now willing to take

And maybe until now she's still afraid to write the next line

But she has begun to realize —
she can never escape from poetry

She can only pick up the pen once again.
Hey, it's been awhile. Have a personal poem.

Thank you, poetry, for being the friend I could turn to through all these years.

:')

I love you.
Sep 2020 · 62
Maps
Vaampyrae Sep 2020
Oh, we’ll be going places
No traveller has ever seen
Rivers none dared to cross
Seas left unexplorred
Mountains untrodden
We’ll be doing that together
With just the essentials
Packed inside our bindles —
Hope, love, courage
To get through one end
Of the world to another
Circumnavigating to wherever
We want us to be
Us two
We are the journey.
A challenge to write a poem about the first blue thing I see. It was a blue map.

Unintentionally inspired by Dr. Seuss.

Maps are interesting.

Also, there’s a lot more to see!

Never stop seeing. Never stop living. Never stop asking.

Never stop exploring, young wayfarer.
Aug 2020 · 109
Butterflies and Magic
Vaampyrae Aug 2020
Today, I walked along
A dirt path, led by a little furry friend
When from out of nowhere
I saw a yellow butterfly
Flapping its wings
Not going anywhere in particular
But just flapping through the winds and
Little spaces of nature
Without a care in a world
I gazed at it
As it went up and down
A photograph reel playing over and over again
Until it finally moved on

I thought back to same yellow butterfly
I saw along the marsh paths of my old city
When I was much younger
Little me would think
"Oh, how far this butterfly has travelled
Just to see me
Just to find me"
But somehow as I grew and grew
I started realizing other things
One, how wrong I was
Two, how little I was
Three, how the same child back then
Had so much more to know
And still do until now
Still a little child
Still gazing at butterflies playing again and again

The world doesn’t stop when you want it to
Flowers do not bloom for you
Trees do not grow for you
And most of all,
Butterflies do not fly for you
They just do -

And that’s okay.

Because even if the world doesn’t move for you
And will continue to after you’re gone
You are a little part of the universe’s
Enduring song
And you will flap along your own path
You will see the rocks and skies
That you do not own
And you will find that magic
Does not need to come from your own hands
Because all around you, there is magic
You yourself are magic

In you are the flowers, trees, and butterflies
The world itself

You are your own butterfly.
Give yourself a break, alright?

You are the butterflies. You are magic.
Aug 2020 · 45
Once
Vaampyrae Aug 2020
Blessed be the moment
I will never have again
The smile
I will never see again
The warmth
I will never feel again
The touch
I will never find again
Because I’ve already found them
In you
“You can’t find what you’ve already found.”

☺️
Vaampyrae Aug 2020
We are small blobs of imperfections and
I don’t care what the world says
I see this beauty, I hear this beauty, and
I will fight for this beauty
That we call love
They will try to bring you down
But I will raise you up
We will eventually realize
That this is enough
I am me and I am hopeful
And I will sing a hymn to all the soulful
Poets out there whose hearts speak in broken lines
All the lost
All the forgotten
All the love in us which has faded in time
Because the world keeps on shrinking
And our hearts keep on sinking
To what the naysayers say
That we gotta take all our metaphors and brokenness away
If we ever want to integrate in this society
And live happily, normally, as they see
And now we have forgotten how to truly live
Forgotten that it takes rising and falling to ever truly give
Our broken selves to the ones who need it the most
Which is in our own arms, how long has it shouted its throes
And now we need to tell the poet in us that we can try again
Write again, fight again, and be ourselves against the world
And someday soon, I know we will be heard
Cause although we are small blobs of imperfections
Perfection has always been a lie
We are who we are
And we can, and we will, write our own broken lines
- - -

We are imperfectly beautiful.

It's raining and thundering pretty hard outside - like the poet that has longed to be heard for a long time.

Speak your poetry. Let yourself be heard.

;
Aug 2020 · 1.4k
Good morning (spoken word)
Vaampyrae Aug 2020
There aren't many good things to say about mornings
A dire lack of coffee
And a groggy feeling that stays with you
Sometimes throughout the day
Telling you how lovely it would just be
To find a bed and immerse yourself once again
In a dream where things would be better -

There aren't many good things to say about mornings
The sun bustling through your windows
Hitting your face annoyingly with a
"Wake up! There are things to do."
And you check your phone and the ring it makes
Buzzes through your ears and you just want it to stop, stop, sto-

There aren't many good things to say about mornings
When you wake up to birds which poems say to appreciate
But really, you're not in a Disney movie
They chirp too much and it hurts your brain, unlike what the poems say
And it doesn't help when you wake up to urban noise pollution
And you can only wish you didn't have to wake up to this at all
To responsibilities, checklists, and a living hell -

There aren't many good things to say about mornings
But there are indeed a great few
What I found out recently, what loving could do
To this sleep-deprived heart of mine
It seems that coffee, darkness, a lack of birds, and silence
Are no longer needed to get me off this bed willingly
Because I've found the reason to

There aren't many good things to say about mornings
But when you realize you're waking up to a reality that holds this great few
You begin to see the beauty in tiredness, light, birds, and sounds
That you've never seen before until now
Because just like how there will always be bad things in life
There are good things too

Love.
Hope.
Cookies.
Cats.
Smiles.
Your favourite songs, books, and poems.
Your favourite shows.
Your favourite poetry site.
Your favourite coffee.
Your favourite food.
Your favourite voice.
Your favourite people.
Your favourite jokes.
Your favourite smile.
That certain somebody you're thinking of right now -

I know.

And it takes waking up to see that.

So although there aren't many good things to say about mornings,

I suppose...there are enough to get us through next one, don't you think?
“So go, wake up, and live...”


-

Thank you for making my mornings wonderful, you.

We might operate in different schedules, but seriously, I always look forward to mornings with you in them. Waking up to this reality is more than enough.

And to everyone, I hope you find that thing. Life is hard, waking up sometimes is hard, but we can get by with the great few things that make it worth living.

There surely are, you just have to continue waking up and searching.

Maybe it's been right beside you all along.
You just have to look within.

;
Aug 2020 · 252
Storytime
Vaampyrae Aug 2020
We are beautifully ordinary
Like pancakes on a Saturday morning
Like faint winds on a sunny afternoon
Like letters on forgotten books
Like pillows and bedroom nooks
All forming this beautiful ordinary story we now live in
Singing poetry
Dancing to tunes
Writing love on our books
One page at a time
:)
Aug 2020 · 39
Quiver
Vaampyrae Aug 2020
The quiver in your voice
Fills my heart with twenty arrows
Piercing it to its core
You are my fatal flaw.
Hamartia (n.)
a fatal flaw leading to the downfall of a tragic hero or heroine.

.

But this isn't a Greek tragedy. I won't let it be.

.
Aug 2020 · 158
Weather
Vaampyrae Aug 2020
Our love is a rainbow
It becomes most visible
After the bluest of times
But not just the rainbow
Our love is also the rain
The snow
The wind
The sunshine
But it is ours and ours alone
Through the inevitability of change
Is its constancy
Just like the weather
And the sound of the pitter patters
Each drop of rain makes
On our forehead
The gush of wind blowing flowers
Off their branches for new ones to
Blossom
The heat wave that singes through
All the masquerades we've built
The snow we haven't seen but felt
In a yearning to be warmed all over again
That is where our love lives.
That is where our love stays.

Constantly changing
Yet constantly the same.
They say seasons change, but isn't change constant?
Aug 2020 · 93
Catlady (limerick)
Vaampyrae Aug 2020
A cat once took my can of sardines
Left me all rumbly and starving
   But I gave it a pat
   It gave me a rat
    Could it be any more loving?
"Oh, the things we do for love."
Aug 2020 · 157
The Preacher (limerick)
Vaampyrae Aug 2020
There was once a preacher named John
Who'd preach the holiest gospels to anyone
   Using a holy face
   He'd condemn the gays
      All the while praising the Father and the Son.
Experimenting with poem structures.

A limerick is meant to be humorous. This is not meant to harm anyone, nor any religion.

We ought to accept each other for our sameness, rather than hurt each other for our differing beliefs.



:'))
Aug 2020 · 47
one letter
Vaampyrae Aug 2020
differs "love" from "live"
yet why can't I
tell the difference when
I'm around you?
"Life makes love look hard, but love makes life a bit more bearable, don't you think?"

~ to my past, present, and future, thank you for showing me the love I thought I never had, and for living these moments with me.

And as Rumi once wrote,
'Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it."

We are breaking down our barriers, together. Reader, I hope you're breaking down your barriers too. The world ought to have a little more love, don't you think?

Let's be that love.

\(^-^)/

P.S. Been writing again. I'm so glad to be back!
Aug 2020 · 37
one
Vaampyrae Aug 2020
one
one mile at a time
one kilometre at a time
one metre at a time
one step at a time
one year at a time
one month at a time
one week at a time
one day at a time
one hour at a time
one minute at a time
one second at a time
one moment at a time
take it slowly, young tenderfoot. life is not meant to be rushed.
life is meant to be lived.
Aug 2020 · 123
Flawsome
Vaampyrae Aug 2020
You are beautiful by your own right.
You are amazing by your own right.
You are brave by your own right.
You are flawsome by your own right.
You are you by your own right.

And no one else's.
Stay flawsome! <3
Aug 2020 · 44
two thou
Vaampyrae Aug 2020
upon my screen art
two thou digits
that cannot encapsulate
love enough
Who'd have ever known 2000 characters wouldn't be enough to say "I love you"?
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