is that nothing's really real

- vm

i'm more afraid
of the darkness in my head
than
of those switched-off lights.

some things in life
are about as meaningful
as a pencil without lead.

- v.m

van gogh
ate something toxic
in hopes of becoming
happy;

while others
simply sit around
being sad.

- v.m

where most people
lack kindness
and where kind people
lack friends.

- where lying is the new truth
and orange is the new black.

- where people are taught
that in order to be loved
by their knight in shining armour,
they need to hate themselves first.

- in which we exist,
not for ourselves,
but for the sake of our fellow inhabitants.

we live in an amazing world -
but perhaps you can't see that
because of the people who hold you
trapped behind the bars of society.

- v.m

i skipped down the hallway
with a smile on my face.

i nearly slipped,
but grabbed hold of reality just in time.

- v.m

it's at night -

when the world is still,
when the only sound echoing through your mind is the ticking of the clock,
when everyone is asleep -

that things really start to feel more alive than ever.

- v.m

have you ever thought about positivity
from a pessimist's perspective?

it's not exactly days filled with blue skies, friendship, and laughter.

not always bright smiles, and the colour yellow.

it's simply being able to stand up and carry on after constantly being knocked down by your own thoughts.

it's knowing that even though you're not feeling great today, happiness is on its way.

- v.m

that sometimes, when i say "i'm fine",
i don't mean "save me" -
i mean i can figure it out on my own

- v.m

not everyone will truly understand
everything you have to offer -

and that's okay.

you're an anagram;
only a selected few get to know the real you -

the perfected and improving sides
to a complex, yet beautiful masterpiece.

- v.m

your shadow
means that you
are in the way
of sunshine.

why else do you think it's so dark?
you evil little human.

- v.m

because when the last light bulb burns out, and when the fire in your heart gets extinguished -

only then will you learn how to overcome the darkness.

- v.m

how lovely it is,
to be the brightness everyone needs when they're alone and empty.

how lovely it is,
to bring happiness and positivity with even a glimpse of your smile.

how lovely it is,
to love you.

- v.m

you "know" me.
but you don't know me.

the me you know,
is a bright, introverted mess.
an artist with a touch of glitter.
a stranger.

i, on the other hand,
am dull on both the inside,
and outside.
my emotion is yet to be determined
even by me.
and negativity is the highlight
of my personality.

you don't know me -
you don't want to know me.

- v.m

there's a game, that you always let me win.

the game that i want to lose,
maybe even just once.
but that never happens.

"i love you more".

- v.m

why hurricanes are named
after people, not things.

- v.m

there are days when the sun
hides behind curtains of cotton candy.

she's afraid of being judged too.
she thinks the moon won't like her.

on other days though,
she doesn't care.

she pushes through the cloudy barrier,
and shines.

she doesn't realise
that there's an entire solar system
cheering her on.

that people live for the days
where she appears
bringing happiness with every ray of sunshine.

- v.m

/'kriːˈeɪtɪv·mɛs/
noun

1. it's that flash
of inspiration
adding colour
to your blank thoughts.

2. it's that exhilarating feeling
of creating something -
of actually creating something -
with your endless procrastination.

3. it's your canvas
being filled with splatters
of paint and glitter.

4. it's art.

- v.m

trapped
in solitary confinement -

with the key to the exit
in your reach -

with nowhere to go
and no one to meet -

with nothing to do,
besides watching seconds,
evolve into minutes,
evolve into hours,
evolve into days.

would you leave?

- v.m

in 1992, a child is born
and handed a gift.

he opens the box labelled "life"
and examines its contents.

a blanket hand-stitched
with hope, perseverance,
and comfort

draped over a teddy bear
stuffed with fearful nightmares,
and heartache.

a blue jar labelled "sadness",
containing fluttering butterflies
symbolizing joy.

a ticket for the rollercoaster
he's finally tall enough to ride,
with no warning
of the endless ups and downs.

that two-minute rush
of adrenaline
followed by hours
of motion sickness.

this child
is now twenty six.

he is staring at the empty
box labelled "life" -

at the worn-out blanket
lying next to
the teddy bear's stuffing -

at the shards of blue glass
and butterfly corpses -

at the torn up carnival ticket.

he regrets ever accepting this gift.

- v.m

her eyes glistened
with the light of
a thousand stars.

they told me
she was not enough.

her scars were painted
across her canvas called skin -
each one unique to itself.

they desperately
cried out for help.

her glossed lips smiled softly,
pulling her ****** features
into a jovial facade;
allowing a melodious
voice to fill the air

it said
"i'm okay, thank you for asking."

- v.m

just like popcorn -

those soft, incredible clouds
appearing from what
once was

solid,
golden,
rock -

my thoughts are formed.

out of nowhere,
another pops into my mind,
joining it's fellow corns,

only to later

be consumed,
rearranged,
and discarded

by people who

aren't
even
me.

- v.m

the sun
leaves the earth
with bright red,

preceding seemingly endless darkness.

only to return
with splashes of
pink and orange

giving rise to yet another beautiful day.

- v. m

Unlike all the general stereotypes,
Unlike the degrading things people say,
There's an extraordinarily amazing continent
Filled with aesthetically pleasing beauty,
And music making the laziest of people dance.
Bright and bubbly, giving us energy.
People here use their bodies
To express themselves where words fail.
Incredibly fascinating movements for hours on end,
That interest people who would otherwise be endlessly bored.

Your eyes focus on her astounding beauty,
Admiring her magnificent curled hair;
As her head begins to slowly turn.
You stare for a while,
Hoping to have found your soulmate.
Unaware of the dreadful consequences awaiting.

You meet her gaze.

Suddenly you realize that they were right:

Looks can ****.

Wandering around;
Nowhere to go.
Watching as people pass by;
Smiling and laughing together;
Leaving me alone with no home.