Vaampyrae

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 ☺️🌈

#rainbows #love #magic

Vaampyrae Oct 2020

Paradox

Despite the fall
You raise me up
Holding me in your arms
Letting me be the best I can be
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Can I be your paradox too?

I will never not love you, my favourite poet.

#love #paradox #you

Oct 2020

Sanek

The Fall

Love is described in stories as a fall
Deep into the unknown embracing all
The little things coming your way
And the blowing wind as it rushes past your face
Many people have warned against it
Some have been caught or have been hurt by it
The bottom is dangerous they say
Love is a trap in many ways
But though I know that love hurts at times
For to say that a fall does not hurt is a lie
It is a fall I take and gladly do
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Because I know I’ll fall into the waiting arms of you

#fall

Vaampyrae Oct 2020

You asked me once

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.

#poetry #love #truth

Oct 2020

willow sophie

poets ink

my poetic brilliance is nothing to boast about;
it is a curse
because the best poets
write with blood, sweat, and tears.

i hope to grow old,
someday,
and be ridiculed for my distasteful,
unwise poetry;
i won't need praise to fill a void in my heart that is meant to be youthful,
i shan't be fruitless and tired;
i will finally be happy.