dressed as a demonvoice of a fallen angelhorns pointy and sharpdeviously glaring eyesready to riotall set for hellthen my back itchesand my wings regrowwhile the sun evaporatesall that is left ofmy bad intentionsand i reluctantlychoose good insteadjust likealways
you see me plant my poppiesand as you watch them riseyou decide to sow the samebut yours must be twice the size never were you asked to followyet you persist to overcomeshowing off how much betteryour motivation is than some i never understood just howmuch jealousy was at stakebut intoxication by inspirationwill leave your flower … More Poem | intoxication by inspiration
bigger miracleshave happenedwith less effort smaller miracleshave appearedout of nothing endless possibilitiesawaiting patientlyto improve life
“I don’t know any more,” the Princess said, “And that is the truth.” The whole of the Kingdom cohered in a gasp, yet the Princess, addressing her people from her balcony, relaxed and poured herself some wine. “The thing is, maybe Socrates was right. Perhaps true knowledge is knowing you know nothing. I can’t plan … More Vampa’s Tales | Uncertainty
successwhat if i amunmade for itunfitto win failurewhat if it fillsboth my pocketsequippedto lose framgångaldrig min vänjag har inteförståttdig än but if i can write that in Swedish(with a little help from a friend)success must be more than a wishfor all those who refuse to relent
you ask of meto do the impossibleand implore meto send love to the oneswho keep hatred sosacred in their hearts to give to thosewho take too muchall but the highestexpression of kindnessof which i feel theyonly deserve less where i would punishyou choose peacewhat i view as defeatyou count as victorywhat i rejectyou embrace yet … More Poem | we are love
hellocould youstop harassing me beforei replacemy kindness for whitehotrage ido notapprove of violence butfor youan exception is withinthepossibilities myrage istamed by time whereasyour ignorancelives on forever whitehotrage versustruekarma
yearninglongingto get all my petalsin perfect order shapingworkingnever once contentwith what i am growlingcursinghasting towards alli want to be cryingdefeatonly to let in trueperfection by merely being me
One day the Princess exaggerated. She had been feeling poorly, and hoped her Doctor could prescribe her a medicine. But every time she’d rung his doorbell, his wife had had refused to let her in: “What is your illness?” the Doctor’s Wife asked the first time.“I cough and my throat is sore.”“You are not sick … More Vampa’s Tales | One Day The Princess Exaggerated
“how do you do it?make up stories in your head?”my best stories awakenwhile sleeping in my bed “what is the originof these tales you reap?”would you believe methey all happen in my sleep fairy tales and dragonsmy magic gathers at its bestbut nothing good will happenif i don’t get enough rest
Elle Vampa 