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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
May 2020 · 322
Pocket Full of Lines
Vaampyrae May 2020
Like any other Saturday, she picks up a book
Lies on the couch, starts reading her favourite lines
With her adventure-ready position
Gazillion particles await her discovery

In between familiar blocks of text
She traces white spaces with her fingers
To capture a long-lost story in the universe
Her heart always feared to return to

Its sturdy spine stands still between her fingers
Yesterday’s traces of coffee and tears remain
The folded edges hastily placed to remember
As a stray bookmark falls down like a sparrow

Treading its story chapter by chapter
There's a line she keeps coming back to
“Hope,” it said, “can bring you places”
She tucks it in her pocket full of favourite lines

She thinks of outside
Where the withering whispers no longer matter
Inked and paper-bound, she begins to make sense of
A romantic story between a girl and her book

The pages calmly gaze at her
As she finds herself at the last fold — a blank canvass
With a smile, she takes a quill and braces herself
To finish the —
Made recent revisions to a poem I made months ago for lit class. This is supposed to describe me. Proceed with caution bwahaha.

(Note: I was never able to write a happy poem for a long time, this is the first ever happy poem I wrote in two years.)
May 2020 · 52
Thread of Hope
Vaampyrae May 2020
Today is a story
Of doubt
Of self-pity
Of wondering when I'll ever learn
To love the person staring at me
Through the mirror

Today is like any other day

But today
I will pick the pen up
And I will try to end this somber story
differently

I'll yank the smallest thread
Of hope
tugging her heart
And remind her
That she is real
She is loved
She is beautiful
She is the blistering heat
in summer that makes the world
Or of those whom she considers the world
Brighter
Lovelier

And she will get through today
again




again
For those who need hope. :)
May 2020 · 130
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.

— The End —