Alice Cooper comes to mind as my Doctor Of Neuropathic Medicine (aka my “Nature Doctor”) explains why my vegan cheese is “about the worst thing to eat”. I wanna love you, but I better not touch NO MORE VEGAN CHEESE!? Oh come on! What’s next? Eat broccoli?? EW! It’s a watery Monday at a crowded-in-a-cozy-way … More Personal | No Sugar No Cry
Page 132 That what came first, must be honoured by what came after I prod my maternal grandmother’s photograph up against a pillow on my bed (she was so pretty!), and kneel before it. The idea is to bow before her, to honour her, to acknowledge her and her role in my life and my … More Personal | Growing Little
“Here’s what you want to focus on…” My friend draws a circle within a larger circle, adding dashes to the outside, making his instructions resemble somewhat of a sun. As he tries his best to teach me, The Unknowing One, the basics of shooting, I simply aim and pull the trigger gently. BANG! “That’s a … More Personal | Oh, Shoot!
I know my last post was more than a while ago and even if I had the best of intentions to come back, I simply couldn’t. The dark colours of my blog and the once-started-as-a-funny-take-on-my-bloopering-through-life-Loser-Theme were eating at me whenever I tried to turn my feet around and make an online comeback. What also didn’t … More Little Miss Sunshine | Personal Update
More and more people gather in the distance as I tighten my grasp by digging my fingers even deeper into the dirt. I’m on the edge of a cliff, well, actually I’m over the edge as I am dangling dangerously above an abyss that seems limitless – all I can make out as I nervously … More Bi-Weekly-Something Loss | The Purple Parachute
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
afraid of the lightsgoing outeverything growingsilent in peacewhile I lay imprisonedtied down by my personal phantomsalone in a world thatdoesn’t feel mine Elle Vampa – Afraid of the Lights Considering how I am an unfortunate acquaintance of insomnia, it must not be hard for you to imagine the stress and anxiety feeding into my fears … More Bi-Weekly Loss | Sleepless In Loserville
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
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
Elle Vampa 