Vitis Lio

Vitis Lio Mar 2014

The mirror girl stepped out of the bathtub
And noticed how much skinnier she was, she
Managed to notice how long her hair had grown
Before her good education kicked in and frowned
At such thoughts, pointing out how much
Stronger, she has become, how much healthier
How much better.

The mirror girl looked at the mirror
And noticed how her face looked more
Beautiful when she looked unhappy and
Decided she doesn't give a **** and
Prefers being ugly instead
But still after flashing a smile at the mirror
The mirror girl walked away.

Vitis Lio Mar 2014

God Knows

We joke that he is God
Because that is so much
Easier than admitting
The truth, which is that
He is simply a person,
He is not an omnipotent
Immortal, or an angel
Sent from heaven, but
A human being who
Is beautiful and amazing
And sees the world in
The best way possible.

We refuse to see it so
And keep calling him
God
Because that would mean
Admitting to ourselves
We can overcome
Our own problems.

For W.B.

Vitis Lio Mar 2014

Tool

And without me even knowing
My legs started to run
It's not that they were eager
To reach home but else knew
That if they walk
They will turn back to
Where they have just left.

Vitis Lio Mar 2014

Holding On

You have one song, which is more
Than just another song to you, which
Makes you whole inside and this song
Might not always be the same one but
At every point you have this song that
You feel fulfills you, and you will listen
To it again and again and again, but I
Am not satisfied by merely listening, I
Will have to master it, to understand it
Fully, every word and every note, to be
Able to channel this song, through my
Fingers and onto the strings, perfectly
Until the strings all vibrate endlessly
Go blurry before my vision and I play
No longer by sight but by repetition
My fingers flying off their own accord,
'till I play not with my brain but with my
Heart and my soul and some desperate
Animal instinct to hold on to something.

Vitis Lio Mar 2014

Holding Back

I make a point to cry
Only after you leave
After I am walking
Alone down the dark
Path or after you bid
Me good night and
Close the door behind you.

Only when you are
No longer near me
Do I let the tears
Spill down my cheeks
The tears that have
Been awaiting their
Turn so long, for all the
Hours we were together
They were paitently itching
My eyes, and I held
Back, I held nothing back
But them and maybe
That is my problem.

For The Herd.

Vitis Lio Mar 2014

Giddiness

And approaching the place
And company I crave most
I feel like the first day of
Year one, or that night
Just before I turned ten, when
I lay in bed and was
Terrified. You
Start school only once
You turn ten
Only once, I
Meet my friends every
Couple of-
But am filled with dread mixed
With Joy - Giddiness, it is
The worst and best feeling
That causes you to constantly remember
But wish, not to forget, exactly, but
Have it done with already
And I don't want this feeling
Like I'm about to throw up
I just want to be with them
Already, now, always.

For The Herd.

Vitis Lio Mar 2014

An Open Letter to Albus Dumbledore

Of course it's all in your head,
But that doesn't mean it
Isn't true; then I am glad
Your head is so clear, my head
Is not, my head doesn't believe
I am good enough, but does that mean
Dear headmaster, that that is true?
I know, you will surely say no.
My head inserts pieces of my
History into my present, and I know
Yours does too, that is
What heads do, and we are still
Both humans. It is not words
That are pretending to be wise
That will help me outrun
My own expectations, because
It is all in my head and I will
Make a change, because my head
Is lying, it's lying, it is
And you cannot possibly want me
This time, to think is isn't.

(Sincerely,
Your potentially favourite student.)