tiny little seedsown in dark soilstruggling upwardstowards the goldenheavenly coronationbeaten down byadversity and misjudgeyet alien to forfeitlittle progress is stillprogress untilyou no longer haveto bow your head andyou can show yourfull miracle in bloom
When I was a child time could not pass fast enough. I wanted to be big, be an adult. Go to college, get a job, discover the World in my own pace. When I got older, time suddenly started to pass rapidly, frightening me with its speed – it’s like I’ve given it a whirl … More Everyday Life | It’s About Time
i wish there wasa place where westopped counting warsas global phenomena instead what i long for mostin days to comeis something we’d callWorld Peace I
I am back from my break :) Took me longer than I thought. Another thing that’s taken much longer than I ever imagined, is this ever-growing list on my phone that I have been intending to turn into a blog post for about… 4 years now? Give or take a few years – I’m not … More Everyday Life | Life’s Incomprehensibilities (Pt.1)
some people’s viewsare harassed by blossomscascading their existenceinto human lives perpetual haste hastaken over today’s rhythmleaving no time to wasteor wander happily i reach out and catchwhite petals blown thitherby a soft and gentle breezekindly leading my way
Sorry for not posting regularly. My head is filled with words, some soft, most harsh. A lot of them lies, a few truths. I am preparing for a very, very, VERY much needed holiday, whilst simultaneously taking care of my beloved parents and pets – as in looking for suitable substitute caregivers for them during … More Time To Reflect
mirror mirrorshow me moremy hair is dullmy nose askewyet i am the mostbeautiful i knewmy soul is goldenmy mind in linemirror mirrorshow me mineno reflectionunveils it allcharacter caughtin more than linescarving my facemirror mirrorshow my grace
The day I’ve been dreading for well over a week has inevitably arrived: I need to stop for gas. Due to the war in the Middle East, gas prices have recently scraped more skies than any building metaphorically could. And because my country runs a very high tax scheme on gas, prices have risen even … More Vampa’s Tales | Rebirth Of My Mind
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
