language, wordson paper or screenwritten or spokenbrutal truths orbeautiful liesdancing in booksrevelling in musicharsh and darkor light and playful my most gratefully acquainted skillis the one who lets me appreciate at willin every syllable, sentence, and versethe undeniable beauty of pretty words
it’s not that i can’t do it alonebut I feel so lost without youthe sun does not rise the samemy nighttime does not turn to daycolours remain bleak and grey it’s not that i am ready for youstill i wish you’d come and find meto proudly hold my hand in yoursand finally break this witches’ … More Poem | number one
inner calmthe promisedsecret keyto happiness tranquil placewithin ourselvesthat wecall home raging stormsfailing ruinover everlastingsunny meadows
P etals defiantly playing in the sunO penly hidden between shades of greenP rovoking a smile on lips unwantedP apaverY ou never cease to amaze
i want to wake up, get up, be activemove before the dawn is donespread my wings and fly awaybutno ma’amnot today i want to celebrate, party, be merrydance until the day is donethrow my hands up, sing and swaybutno sirnot today i want to hold you, keep you, be yourslove until my life is donelaugh … More Poem & Personal | not today
you burden me with your advicehow to make people think I’m nicecrop my hair, say pretty pleaseabandon my own boundaries then laugh at me with all your mightwhen I turn left where you went rightpoint your finger, call out my wrongto make me feel I don’t belong but if friendship equals people to keepthen what … More Poem | the best company
one foot in, one foot outhand on the handleafraid to let go and goafraider to glance behind and stay frozen in time’s momentbut this too must passclose my eyes, breathe inone lungful of courage is all it takes push the handle, pullit open, let the unknownbreak my desolation, andcross the threshold into adventures anew
finding my placeas part of the treeof life within we grow do I shake my leaves?do I keep the thorns?do I grow blossoms? guarded by loveguided by life, butall choices are mine
life’s current somewhere in a forestpainted green by leaves of treesa river flows its prolonged pathits origin a gathering of dropletstheir pace quiet and at easetrickling dribble turns to watera rush sets in and away it floats faster, faster, through the forestits power grows and ease is goneunstoppable until it reaches the enda fallen tree … More Poem | life’s current
outstandingall I ever wanted to befrom the same makebut to a different degree I can’t accept myselfas one of the othersbecause I am my own daffodilstrying to become roses redthe same soil their basetheir growth differing as yet I can’t accept myselfas a rose or a daffodilbecause I am a poppy Elle Vampa – Outstanding … More Sleeploss Becomes Her
Elle Vampa 