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 May 2020 Vaampyrae
basil
rope
 May 2020 Vaampyrae
basil
i don't wear my heart on my sleeve;
i wear it around my neck
okay.

05.28.2020
 May 2020 Vaampyrae
annh
Going Viral
 May 2020 Vaampyrae
annh
[Social
.
.
distancing]
.
.
makes
.
.
the
.
.
heart
.
.
grow

.
fonder.

In this brave new world of no handshakes and multiple rounds of hand sanitiser there exists a blessed irony: social distancing is bringing my neighbourhood closer together. The solidarity of a shared smile - albeit bestowed from an apologetic distance of two metres - lifts the spirits, straightens the shoulders, and tickles the heartstrings more than any viral meme (no pun intended) could ever do.
:ยง
Broken,
What a strange things?
Light shines through the crack of things are broken.
Broken,
What a strange concept?
The most beautiful words are always flowed from the most broken soul.
Broken,
What a strange concept?
There's a beauty in broken things even light has to be fractured to make colors.
*Broken is a temporary state for humans,
Broken never existed to begin with.
Hii guy it's my first poetry ๐Ÿ’–
 May 2020 Vaampyrae
Ayla
What if..?
 May 2020 Vaampyrae
Ayla
What if it all turned out fine?
What if you let yourself feel alive?
This hiding and
these walls
aren't helping you keep together
as much as
they have been tearing you apart.

What if it all turned out fine?
What if the next time you open your eyes
you ignite?
After all,
you only get to have one life.
Keep believing,
you have the power to move on from your strife.
 May 2020 Vaampyrae
unknown
Untitled
 May 2020 Vaampyrae
unknown
Ray of sunlight hits โ€”
Burning my skin through my soul
Ashes flew up to the sky.
depression comes
like a roaring wave
to wash me away.
 May 2020 Vaampyrae
The Untold
I wish someday
I'll be considered old enough
To feel.
To feel love
To feel emotion
To feel hurt.
By then I'll be long dead.
 May 2020 Vaampyrae
Acme
Death Row
 May 2020 Vaampyrae
Acme
We kinda live here and kinda don't.
Depends on point of view after all.
Is it half full or half empty?
Most of 'em think you did it,
the rest of 'em just don't care.
I was born on death row. I never
belonged where I was and
I was never where I belonged.
I was a square peg in her hole.
I always loved her but never me.
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