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hopeand sorrowwalk hand in handlike the good and the badcelebrating the ugly I’m pulling one over Life, as I’ve decided to write a book. Well, a collection of poems more like. It’s going to be called Solitude in Red and will span 13 months, going from October to October. The third theme is Hope and … More Poem | Celebrating The Ugly
hope is for the weakthe ones who should know betterthan to await change in desperationif life can’t get worse, hope it will get better hope is for the lazythe ones who should stop prayingto instead get up and fix their brokenif life can’t be friendly, hope it will get nicer hope is for the wickedthe … More ‘Tis The Season To Be Loser
broken and bruisedlike the boxthat carries giftstoo precious towrap in gold my rage coversup the humanpart of myselfI’m reluctant toreveal to you fear sorrow hurtfailure tears painall my badshidden in alayer of guilt a ribbon of rageconceals all there isso you won’t seethe vulnerability in me Elle Vampa How would you rate our service, on … More Bi-Weekly Loss | Feedback Is A Rage
a volcano cannotduplicate the passionwith whichmy rage erupts unleashed by anguishburning up theprison withinreleased from captivity not even lovecan bound theextent ofthe pain felt yet the burningof the flamesis quenchedthrough sorrow’s tears Elle Vampa The flashing lights are so annoying I have no choice but to close my eyes instead of roll them like I … More Bi-Weekly Loss | Downing The Bottle
time lostis time wonfor time travelsaround likethe sun nothing lostnothing gainedthat is the waynature worksits magic growing olderis growing wiseradding rings toyour inner treeof life time wonis time lost but what is lostwill find its wayback to youin time Elle Vampa It’s that time of year again: the cold outside is crispy, the trees are … More Bi-Weekly Loss | Loser Of Time
timeis the currencywith which we payfor life itsvalue depends onhow we choose tospend it devotetwo handfuls doubledto receive abundant pleasureswiftly fled neverspill much andwatch yourself grow oldin misery I’m writing a collection of poems – or something like it. It’s going to be called Solitude in Red and will span 13 months, going from October … More Poem | Time Is The Currency
too latesaid Lifeyou missedyour chanceand nowyour heartwill foreverbe mineand minealone Elle Vampa There are too many “should I’s” and “what ifs” to know where to begin. Is there a filter to put them in order, I wonder? Then again, would it matter? Should I have dated that one guy I didn’t really like when I … More Bi-Weekly Loss | Goodbye To Love
changeis comingwill pass byand not look twicebefore you retrace your stepsit strikes anew forit is comingaround againchange Elle Vampa Change. It’s making me exhausted. Here’s a list of recent rapid changes: Reading this list back brings back the exhaustion. I’ve got so many plans, emotions and worries, it’s a miracle I’m still standing. But I … More At A Loss For Change
The Day Before The bus is laden with good vibes all round yet I cannot help but stare out of the window, sulking. I thought I’d never need a bib again after my infancy, but here I am: on a bus driving through France, in order to pick one up. One that has my name … More Bi-Weekly Loss | Le Loser En Français
The first time I saw my father cry was when I was eleven years old. We were at the wake of my grandmother – his mother – and he cried. Naturally, of course. But I vividly remember realising that up until that moment, in that room, in that situation, I’d never seen him cry. Not … More Daddy’s Little Loser
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