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 Feb 2021 Vaampyrae
dc
It’s rare to find
people who
genuinely
actually
truly

listen
I cover the strident stench of lies
with menthol candy drops,
It clings to my skin like beads of sweat.

I hold ten notes in clammy palms;
Nine on left and one in right.
I hand them to my mother,
Nine crisp notes and a crumpled truth;
Don’t get too close — I wreak of nicotine.

~ Inori
An honest poem from a closeted smoker.
 Jan 2021 Vaampyrae
Claire
21:42
 Jan 2021 Vaampyrae
Claire
I gaze
into the heavens
each night.
I never miss
21:42.
The moment you left me.

And I picture
that it's you
that I see
in the stars.
Your new home.
Maybe
you can finally be happy there.

You were the light
in the dark galaxy of my life.
I need
to be with you
no matter what it takes.

Stars dance in my vision.
finally
finally
you chose to leave this world
there's no good in it
i always trusted you
so i must now

the clock
i must see
my last vision
shall be
21:42
 Jan 2021 Vaampyrae
Sanek
A flurry of magic emerging from hand
Strengthening ties through the playing of land
The power of green and her mana filled plays
Brought forth through the choice of her mighty pathways

Ultimate power paid through the blood price
An unholy ritual borne of sacrifice
The power of black till the goal has been seized
The potence of death through this color unleashed

With the power of instinct a rapid quick strike
And the duel is over in the speed of light
The power of red passion boiling inside
And hastily wrought as the battlefield's fried

Through carefully studying the knowledge of old
To ponder upon what the future may hold
The power of blue seeks control till the end
And counters against what their opponent may send

But hope glimmers still in the darkest of night
And not all is lost when there is still light
The power of white unites the steadfast
A determined struggle from the first to the last

Decks filled with creatures great and small
A decision to make to go wide or go tall?
Colors of five: red, white, blue, black, and green
Spells cast in hand what a magical scene

None of those spells are as enchanting as you
My magical poet of red, white, and blue
 Jan 2021 Vaampyrae
ljr
i love you
 Jan 2021 Vaampyrae
ljr
They’d waited too long to say

“I love you”.

3 words. 3 syllables.

Yet they held millions of emotions unspoken.

and now that they’d done it, they wouldn’t,
couldn’t, stop

they told each other all the time, at the end of the argument
and before the good news.

In the middle of the storm, even though it was hard to see, and after, when the raging winds had settled on a breeze

before the rising sun turned the sky pretty colors and after it flickered out and faded away into the dark

Underneath the stars that their love had been etched into

There was no love until death for them, because it would never stop

I love you beyond
 Jan 2021 Vaampyrae
Alyssa
I poured myself
inside your cup
pretended to be tea
your lips pursed to the rim
burning kiss
bile churns
you forgot
I'm made of sins
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