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141 · Aug 2020
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?
133 · Sep 2020
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. 🥂
133 · Dec 2020
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
132 · Jun 2020
Forest
Vaampyrae Jun 2020
Apple orchards run through mellow forests
Yellow nightingales chirp new tunes
Leaves glisten warmly in the silence
Sweet unending rivers solemnly reflect the light of the moon

But at the heart of this alluring forest
An abandoned woodshed stands frayed
Uninhabited, still, lifeless
Lost and broken amidst countless days

Yet every now and then
The creaking of a door can be heard
The sound of a lost traveller looking for sanctuary
Deaf to the calls of the absurd

Wandering inside the once forgotten cage
Slowly warming its fading hearth
Painting the abandoned woodshed with unfamiliar colors
Piecing all its prickly pieces in the dark

Giving light to the once unsightly place
Footsteps now beginning to make their way
Towards the heart of the forest
Where nothing will ever be the same
You are full of colors, both bright and dark. All along you were waiting for someone to love you for your colors, waiting to be seen beyond your  thickest walls, waiting to be understood as really just vulnerable.

And now the wait is beginning to pay off. You are changing, and you are beginning to see how much you are absolutely loved.

It's time you learn to love that person within you too.

<3
132 · Feb 1
Kilig
Vaampyrae Feb 1
Sharing an imaginary kith
Through straws
I may be getting older, but boy does
That give me schmetterlinge
132 · Jul 2020
Who am I?
Vaampyrae Jul 2020
I am who I make myself to be, and nothing else.
The strange voices tell me otherwise,
but I know that they're not real -
they never have.

No one is born liking themselves,
nor is anyone born hating themselves either.

I understand this better now.
I am.
131 · Jan 2021
Glue
Vaampyrae Jan 2021
When we start running out of words to say
When life begins to lose all meaning
Be assured, remember, know
I will be here to stay.
“I will follow you into the dark” is an amazing song.
131 · Dec 2020
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.
127 · Feb 1
Untitled
Vaampyrae Feb 1
You may not always reach the high notes
but you try
and that's why I love you
125 · Jun 2020
People are poems.
Vaampyrae Jun 2020
Some long, some tiny
Some literal, while some flowery
Some simplistic, whilst some dramatic
Some prefer to be unstructured
and some, pragmatic

And yet no matter how each poem is written
each is unique in their own poetic way
We live life listening to different poetry
And in poetry we live every day
People are poems. Not food. (XD)

I'm on a poem streak. Will rest for a while. I've read a lot of poems on this site and I find it absolutely wonderful how we live in different parts of the world, and don't even know each other's faces and names, and yet we connect to each other through poetry.

I believe each one of us has a story and poem to tell. What's yours?
122 · Jun 2020
A Love Letter to You
Vaampyrae Jun 2020
Love,

things won’t always go your way
skies will sometimes come in gray
and maybe you can’t even change anything about these days

It’ll take awhile for the drizzling to stop
and the colors to come again
A little bit of time for the smile to come
for these doubts to end

but I promise you, love

I’ll be here like the sun that hides beneath the clouds
I’ll be here like a punchline waiting at the end of a joke
I’ll be here like the comma you write whenever you need to take a break,
I’ll be here like the bookmarks you randomly used to make
I’ll be here like a song waiting to be sung
I’ll be here like a rhyme waiting to be rung
and you won’t be seeing me every now and then
but I’ll be there with you in the dark places you’ve made for yourself
in between the lies, in between the sighs, in between the “I don’t want to try”s , in between the

“I don’t need any help”

cause you do

you know that

and it’s okay

So please remember, love, from where you are now, someone right here is telling you she loves you, and she will continue to

So hang on

;

love,
You


p.s. take a break too
A letter to you.
121 · Jun 2020
Birds
Vaampyrae Jun 2020
I once wrote a poem
About how the world ripped off my wings at birth
And made it theirs
How it always felt like I had to be
Someone for somebody
Anyone but me, and not to care

But that's not right

Cause I was never a bird
Flying is a mere illusion
And I'm gladly standing on the ground
With everything and everybody
And though it may not be as pretty
Reality is still reality

They may have taken my wings
But I can still run
They may have taken my wings
But I can still climb the highest peak
They may have taken my wings
But I can still feel the gush of wind flowing through all the windows
As I fall, and I cry, and I stand up once again
And I wouldn't trade this for anything else
Not even the skies

I can hear the birds calling me outside
But I've finally found one more reason to stay
Inside
I may not be a bird, but I'm me, and that's good enough.
119 · Mar 2021
Find someone to love
Vaampyrae Mar 2021
And cherish them like none other
Keep them in your head as you
Rest or wander
Let their words reach your heart
Like arrows doing their part
Learn how to be vulnerable
Learn not to hide
But to hear what’s inside
To willingly stumble
To be brave enough to take the leap
Without knowing how deep
The fall will be
A labyrinthian journey
A morning poem ☺️
Vaampyrae Jun 2020
Despite deep crashes and falls
Bouts of realizing insignificance
That bore through you every day and every nightfall
I think I love you better now
As incomprehensible as it seems
That the you before today
Once wrote in her journal how much
She would like to disappear
I think I love you better now
I’m not sure if I could ever explain it
But I’ve been here beside you all along
Listening to every tear
Listening to every fear
And I understood and I’m still trying to understand
Every single bit of you, my dear
That’s why I think I love you better now
And it’s a long way to go
To accept the you with all the creases all and the pieces
But I think we’ll get there one way or another
And we’ll love ourselves more and more than just better
And it’s no longer just a think but a complete
I know I love you better now

So scream at the world
Pull off all your hair
Cry until there’s nothing left

And maybe, just maybe, you’ll find there’s still
Love for you to spare

;
We truly are beginners at loving ourselves.
114 · Feb 2021
Hey, it’s Valentine’s
Vaampyrae Feb 2021
I’ve never felt so strongly for someone
So happy for someone
So changed for someone
Until you came
Under the guise of an unassuming poet
A soothing voice
A ***** smile
Stringing my heart with yours
Inseparable pieces

They tell us to celebrate Valentine’s
But dear,
Everyday, I fall in love with you again
And again
And again

No wonder Valentine’s is not enough
For me to say it.
I love you.
:’)

See you later.
114 · Aug 2020
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.



:'))
114 · Jan 2021
Growth
Vaampyrae Jan 2021
I’m ready
To learn how to love better
And if you’re willing
Do it together
😌
113 · Mar 2021
Why do I write?
Vaampyrae Mar 2021
well, you see, writers can’t help but write
it’s a part of who we are
the thing is we are
hoarders of words
but givers of truth
maybe man’s footprints get washed away
by the seas
but a writer’s ink does not dry
until it finishes its story
think of it this way

we are writing history through these poems :’)
112 · Jun 2020
Romance is overrated
Vaampyrae Jun 2020
Society tells us to pluck beautiful flowers
From their lush homes and give
Them to “special” someones
And we feel great about that
Yet, I don’t think that’s love.

We write poems with flowery words (and that’s okay)
Magically making a fleeting feeling seem as beautiful
As the galaxies
Yet, I don’t think that’s love.

We see ordinary humans as the alphas
And omegas in our lives
The air we breathe, the food we eat
And yet, I still don’t think that’s love.

That’s merely falling in love with the idea
of love.

Before Anyone Else
The one I’ll choose everyday
Soul mate
Forever and always
Hyperbolic names
We give very unrealistic expectations
And expect a person to die for us
And love us all the same
Throughout eons
Without realizing it doesn’t have to be that way

One does not need to be the morning star
The light of your life
Romeo or Juliet
To love you

You don’t have to be Samson nor Delilah
Helen of Troy
Mark Antony and Cleopatra
To be loved

Because it’s in the little things
The most ordinary things we find love -

Love is only possible
when you make it possible.
What is love? It’s up for you to decide.
110 · Mar 2021
s e a
Vaampyrae Mar 2021
let your fingers roam
upon my deep blue seas
Aphrodite’s seafoam
heaving under me
hightides upon shallow land
waves pound forth ragged lands
a race towards the shore
by the gods you make me want more
105 · Jul 2021
Hugs
Vaampyrae Jul 2021
Just one more.
Just once more.
Every time we hug,
My heart refuses to let go.
99 · Mar 2021
Untitled
Vaampyrae Mar 2021
poems are great
but not as great as you
art is great
but not as great as you
ice cream too
but hey,
still not as great as you
hehe i cant sleep
97 · Jan 2021
zZZ
Vaampyrae Jan 2021
zZZ
Fall asleep
Just to wake up to you
Wouldn’t that be a dream?
I long for the morning to come. See you, love. ☺️
Vaampyrae Mar 2021
snugglewumpus
snookie cookie
munch munch
snarky warky
snek snacc
banana toosh
kelpy brain
lovable dork
marshmallow ****
but most of all:
my favourite poet
why am i in such a lovey mood
92 · Dec 2020
Dispel
Vaampyrae Dec 2020
This spell
You placed on me
I cannot seem to dispel
Incised deeply
Within my boulders
In an instant
I lose power.
A short MTG-inspired poem
92 · Jul 2020
Wayfarer
Vaampyrae Jul 2020
she is a wandering wayfarer
running through life
falling every once in a while
along deep and shallow paths
a serene sight, a rigid ride
passing by other wayfarers too
searching for what's been lost
endlessly trudging towards that final
destination
the wind keeps telling her to stop
with tears that have dried long ago
cracks on her skin
mud creeping on her soles
yet she keeps striving
for that certain tomorrow
finding herself in another corner
of the world
she picks herself up,
and runs once more.
"You are the way and the wayfarers."
- Kahlil Gibran

What a beautiful word. Wayfarer.

Also, I miss running. Someday, I wish to run outside again.
92 · Aug 2020
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
89 · Apr 2021
Learning to be patient
Vaampyrae Apr 2021
You wake up three hours after I do
I sleep three hours earlier than you
Sometimes three hours is all it takes
To realize we're not all the same
And that's okay
Because love is a constant wait
And I would wait for you each day
Forever, if I may
Just to see that smiling face
Again.
You.

I love you.
88 · Aug 2021
A reason not to do it
Vaampyrae Aug 2021
If there’s one reason why I haven’t done it
It is hurting a child who cannot decipher
What losing someone means
I cannot be the first explanation
I don’t want to be
Yet why does it hurt to exist?
Why do I feel like there’s only one path for me
To be a mere name in the news
To be forgotten and be read by people who seek solace
Or those who seek pain
Will one less person in the world make a difference?
I wish I knew.

But yes, I do.

I cannot be selfish, right?
That’s how it is.

So I live until I find a reason not to.
87 · Nov 2020
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.
84 · Dec 2020
Why am I good enough?
Vaampyrae Dec 2020
I try
I write
That’s good enough for me
82 · Jun 2020
It
Vaampyrae Jun 2020
It
You can take away this body
You can take away this voice
You can take away this mind
But you cannot, and you will not
Take away what's mine

It will continue burning until wit's end
Until there's nothing left to burn
Only after its white ashes remain
Will you get to hold the smallest bits of its
Charred urn

But even then
Its flames have already left an
Eternal mark in the coldness of this world
Never to be destroyed
Never to be created
Only ever transformed

At hidden meadows, it may be left alone
Forgotten, never to make a sound
And there it will remain unnamed, untrodden
But one day, it will silently make its bounds

And take upon its roots
Onto another yearning soul
Starting the cycle all over again
Oh, how another story unfolds
a poem about this feeling inside me. hope or heart, you may call it. passion, perhaps. the desire to change the world, possible.

you may describe it in any way you can, but to me, it won't stop at one definition.

it is all-encompassing.

let's fight for change. let's burn.
81 · Jul 2020
20 years ago and now
Vaampyrae Jul 2020
You are in my heart
A love that yearns to grow more
Sprouting and smiling
"The best time to plant a tree..."

- Chinese Proverb
80 · Apr 2021
Amnesia
Vaampyrae Apr 2021
There is a name I’ve forgotten
That is the name I gave myself a long time ago
Now everyone calls me a name I do not know
I look at the mirror
I do not know who she is either

I’ve forgotten.
79 · Jun 2020
an introvert's song
Vaampyrae Jun 2020
tired talk
tired mind
tired heart
tired smile
tired eyes
tired loved
tired happy
tired

zzz
to all the people i love, i may get tired sometimes, but that doesn't mean i don't love you

one can be tired, but happy
one can be happy, but tired

so i shall rest for awhile
and i'll be back soon

just wait for me!

everyone, rest well too <3
Vaampyrae Apr 2021
This is my poetry
It sets me free
I wanna be
Poetry.
Vaampyrae May 2020
when that somebody seems

perfect

when that somebody seems to understand
when that somebody does not seem to be struggling
when that somebody is loved by everyone
and that somebody says yes
yes
yes
to everyone’s demands
It doesn’t take much to love somebody, especially when you don’t hear the haunting voices
echoing throughout one’s brain
beneath a smile that says “I’m okay”
make believe ‘I’m sane’
make believe living
make believe love
make believe hope
make believe true
It doesn’t take much to love somebody, when perfection is all that you want to see
when they say it’s not you, it's only me
yet one look at your scars is all that it takes
to make you believe you’re worthless, worth less, worth

nothing

It doesn’t take much to love somebody, and yet we throw around the words
hate, bigot, stupid, fat, ugly, like we owned them, to ourselves
and stab our hearts
thinking maybe it’s worth the pain
and maybe, just maybe, the only thing we're truly worth of is the

pain

It doesn’t take much to love somebody, and yet it does
because we’re so broken, and the last thing we’d ever want to love is ourselves
and so we lash out at everything we see
shining, smiling, so different from the you
you’ve trapped underneath that mask
just waiting to be seen, waiting to be hugged
waiting to be known
waiting to be

loved

It doesn’t take much to love somebody
so why can’t you to do it to yourself?
my first spoken word poem
78 · Aug 2020
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."
77 · Nov 2023
pill
Vaampyrae Nov 2023
feeling is a double-edged sword
on one hand, you write poems, fall in love, make art
on the other, you see scars from feeling too much

never thought I’d want you again
never thought I’d need you again
but I’m scared to lose what I feel
how I feel
when I feel

so tell me what I should choose
to feel, to write
or to not feel ever again, to slowly die inside —

which?
76 · Mar 2021
n u m b
Vaampyrae Mar 2021
Numbskull or numbheart
or Numbmind
Numbsmile

Everyday I wear a tear-stained shirt
It stains itself … every so often

To the point its gotten used to its new color
3/14
71 · Aug 2020
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.
71 · Oct 2023
the devil called
Vaampyrae Oct 2023
i hate how much i think about you
how you pull my hair
kiss my neck with your stubble
i hate how much i think about you
when im with him
him and his ever so wholesome mind
yet you, you make me want
to be consumed whole
****** until i can no longer breathe
i hate how much i think about you
make me scream your name
make me feel the pain
you asked me if you ****** better than he did
and im afraid to say its true
because while im with him
im missing you
the whole of you
can i just say these chemicals
are ******* up my brain
and i hate you for making me feel this way
every ******* day
that passes you aren't pushing me on the sheets
because the devil called
i answered
and now there's no going back

you've ****** me up completely.
71 · Nov 2020
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.
(✿◕‿◕)
69 · May 2020
A Blue Friend
Vaampyrae May 2020
Wrinkled blue leather
Laying on my fingers
A solemn sight
Such words it bears
Waiting to be unravelled
Waiting to be understood

Amidst the trickle of questions
I press it to my heart

Far, yet so near
Blurry, but so clear

I want to see it all.
A short poem about my faith.
68 · Jul 2020
We are small
Vaampyrae Jul 2020
fleeting, confused
specks of dusts, furthering the stories
of dusts long past
giving names to fickly forms of masses
reaching out to skies undoubtedly
unreachable

We are stories from a
bygone era that will be forgotten one day
And we’ll reach mortality, try as we may
ever expanding, ever exploding
‘til the last word has been said
‘til the last thought has been made

We are all the pieces
and yet we are none
We unravel the mysteries
we’ve created for ourselves
Yet the greatest mystery of all
one we have yet to understand
transcends the dusts,
the stories,
and the pieces
because we have made it so

We truly are small.
Yet we try.
Yet we live.
Yet we love.

Interesting phenomenon, aren’t we?
66 · Apr 2021
FIRE
Vaampyrae Apr 2021
IF I WRITE THINGS IN CAPITAL LETTERS
WOULD I FINALLY BE HEARD
WOULD I BE ABLE TO SAY THINGS BETTER
WOULD I?

because the candle is flicking out
I douse myself in gasoline
but all I get is
a momentary blaze

and it hurts
I never tried putting capital letters this much in a poem

Huh.

Don’t worry about me XD I’m experimenting
66 · Apr 2021
Music
Vaampyrae Apr 2021
I listen to the humming
It echoes inside
That is your music
66 · Jul 2020
.
Vaampyrae Jul 2020
.
the silence is louder than we think
try our best to avoid it
it listens
just waiting to be heard
at the very last moment

embrace it
‘til it becomes a comforting tune 

to know that one day
  we’ll get there

there is no escape
from the
silence.
embrace the silence up ahead, but do not let it deafen you.
63 · Mar 2021
( )
Vaampyrae Mar 2021
( )
Blank blank nothing but blank
Sometimes I forget the happy things I used to write to myself
Out of anger
I wish I just got better
But nothing seems to change
I wrote, nothing seems to change
Why the **** does nothing always change?








Why?
A poem by an angry poet.
62 · Mar 2021
eyes eyes
Vaampyrae Mar 2021
Do not judge tears
That fall from different lashes
Eyes that are not yours
Harbor different stories
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