Poem | infinitely young
like petals of a flowerfalling softly on tender soilyears count up aslife counts downthe blooming long since passedyet a core infinitely young
like petals of a flowerfalling softly on tender soilyears count up aslife counts downthe blooming long since passedyet a core infinitely young
Strange how two weeks can change drinking coffee from a normal everyday activity into a milestone. It’s been precisely one week since I’ve witnessed my mother in a hospital bed, chained not to a ball but to an IV drip and with a tube dangling from her nose so a bag can feed her properly. … More Personal | Paper Thin
Jag ser dig I click on the correct English translation and the little green devil owl gives me an elated wink. Dingaling! At least DuoLingo appreciates me… Oh no, Elle, what happened? I feel invisible, that’s what’s happened. Despite that being far from new, it still hurts when people don’t see me. Especially when those … More Personal | Invisible Pains
Dear Elle, You are so much more than “a lose chain”, someone who keeps carrying water to the sea, against better knowledge. You just don’t see it yet. Even on your worst days, you are beautiful. On those days, it’s just excruciatingly difficult to hear anything else than the demons in your head, spewing their … More Personal | Dear Elle Vampa
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
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
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
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