have i stumbled upon your blindest spotor did you mean for me to find youstalk you and dwell behind youkeeping my eye on your every moveto remain your eventual life linebiding my time beforeyou let me reel you back in? whichever way you want itwhichever way you’ll goi will patiently follow yourbreadcrumbs
sweet surrenderpeaceful blissletting my heart ridealong the intentions ofthe wind waving mywhitest flaglay myself down atEarth’s uncompromising feetlet go
effortfully climbing asteep mountain pathi sit down for a rest withthe sun leaving a warmimpression on my back asmy nose tickles the deadof night while i patientlyawait the inevitable turnof events so i can reach mycastle summit
today i let my head downnot to mourn you or be sadnot to cling to your existenceor hold on to selfish love today i let my head downfor life itself calling you homefor unwanted arms letting you goand for your presence until today i bow my head for youout of the deepest respectand feelings of … More Poem | head down
like petals of a flowerfalling softly on tender soilyears count up aslife counts downthe blooming long since passedyet a core infinitely young
i care not for butterflies butgive me rainbows andi will smile in recognitionof something bigger thanmyself visible yet intangible likethe meanings in life thati try to comprehendwhile missing my ownmagic mix water and sunlight assadness and joy wouldcombine into beauty pureto find that ever hiddentreasure
a sole splinter of gratitudeundoes years of harmlike a solitary ray of sunreveals the secrets of the dark
the secret of growingis not: living like forever youthfulis not: veiling the unwelcomeis not: saying yes to all but you the secret of growingis not so secret at all it lies in duly planting your feetone in front of the otherembracing what waswelcoming what is to comeand daring to look up aboveso the sunlight can … More Poem | the secret of growing
the best days in your lifeare those that turn sleepingintoan amateur version of dreamingwhen the world around youworks hard to mould your heartintoa bursting core of gratitude after you gave grand desiresmore than few gentle pushesintorealities many dreams longed for
following the lightof my own torchto discover placesno one’s gone before few footsteps leadingdown this quiet descentfewer footsteps escortmy social delinquent please do not confuseme with being astrayas my strength is whistlingwhile going my own way
Elle Vampa 