nothingchanges, all remains equally dull and excruciatingly desperate, grey days blending into black neverfinding a way out, change my style of breathing for the better, finding hope in what was lost, trying too hard to become new in old ways nowherecan I find the door that leads to the true me, locked inside, eager for … More Bi-Weekly Loss | 5 Reasons Why I (Still) Feel Like A Loser
even if allhope is deadin the endstart anew andtake a breathfeel aliveand say helloto 2025 Happy New Year everyone! Make 2025 the best one yet :) 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 … More Poem | Alive
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
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
Elle Vampa 