Vera's poetry

Some of the poetry I've written over the years.
"Your SOUL is reflected in your writing."

Tripping girl 1/4

She tripped over a rock again. The girl quickly got up and then she swore she would never again step on another rock. She then continued her walk, as she heard a faraway mock. Her mood had dropped once more, as she lied on the ground of a shore. What was the girl waiting for? She should return to the route, but instead the girl blacked out. The girl woke up, she freaked out. There was a rock in front of her. She didn't expect this to occur. Ah, little girl... If you were to blame someone for this, you would most likely miss. This can only be called remiss, and the one to blame is you. You always know what to do, every time you fell, you knew.

Tripping girl 2/4

Looking back on the last five hundred years, she realized she had been tripping over the same rock all along, or perhaps she had already realized this long ago. She tripped over the rock, and thought again... "Next time, I will try to jump instead." Each time she fell, it hurt more and more. She knew what to do, but was too scared. Perhaps at this rate, she'll never learn! She quickly got up, and continued her journey, making plans in advance for the next time. A rock stood in her way, and she knew what to do. However, she waited until the last moment to jump... And her attemp was met with failure once more. A journey of a thousand years, filled with just a single rock. And whether she tripped again or not... Is still inside a cat box.

Tripping girl 3/4

This poem is forever lost.

Tripping girl 4/4

Getting over that rock wasn't tough. Back then, I thought it was a bluff´┐Ż Now, I've learned that I can do anything. I just need to put my heart to it... After all, I have the wit to overcome everything.

Days, weeks, years

A day went by. Then, a week became a month and after that, a year but in the end, a lifetime. It was over, but I was okay. Heartbreaks only last so long.

The night swallows her sighs

The night swallows her sighs, and her cries go unheard. She tries to gasp for air, but instead chokes on her regrets. The girl had failed to reach the hands of those who cared. And as her descent into the void continues, she ponders the moment it all went wrong, the moment she failed. Memories flood her mind, as tears filled her eyes. In a grey ocean, she helplessly tries to stay afloat.


Incomplete, empty. The girl walks a lonely road. Half of her is now missing, entirely gone. Behind her, thousands of memories, regrets... ...Which she will ignore until she forgets. Unwanted, ignored. The girl was like a broken toy. Her other half completely gone, where did it go? It was ripped apart in the past, and she was let go. She will never belong anywhere ever again.


The grey sea swallowed the girl whole. Drowning, she finally lets go of all the things that tied her to this world.


I may be to blame... I am not to blame! Or am I to blame? No, you are to blame! You are not to blame... Or are you to blame? It is quite the shame... The ones we became. Point the one to blame!


I have forgotten your scent... But also the time we spent together in that small room. Back then, I could not assume that you were going absent from my life. Such an event caused the marbles in my head to break into a thin thread spiraling out of control, turning into a black hole, and leaving me less than whole. "What will I do about you?" If only back then I knew... The gist behind your drunk words.

The sound of silence

There is a reason for us to stay together like this. Our lives are indeed a mess... Being together like this brings all of us quite some bliss. The sound of silence is best when you are not by yourself.

Mess of a world

Although my body is already dead... I can still see you, I can still hear you. Unlike you, I already lost my mind to this chaotic world I created. Will you come see me? Trapped in my coffin, I await the day you come set me free... I miss you, my dearest. My only friend in this mess of a world I created. - Sophie <Monochrome Requirement>

The Puppeteer

Endless creature with no origin and no end... The puppeteer has no name, no gender, no age... Such lonely being! It has not a single friend, for their purpose isolates them inside a cage. They're tasked with controlling the fate of every soul! Yet they have been cursed with a fate they can't control... Oh, puppeteer... Why don't you please tell us your goal? Not a single soul can keep up with the death toll! Back then, you did not curse us with such cruel fates. Oh, cruel puppeteer! Is that perhaps your role? Ah, maybe the black hole swallowed your kindness whole.

Dreaming girl 1

The pleasant dream fades away into the cold night. As reality sets back in, I realize the sad truth again. I'm stuck inside this neverending nightmare, forever. I close my eyes, hoping to fall asleep one more time. I'm not done dreaming yet, I need just one more day to come to terms with reality, and accept the night A little girl living inside my dreams wonders today whether her dreams will ever become real someday.

Dreaming girl 2

An impossible dream that will never come true. Again, I wonder what I will do about you. And when I think about it, my day becomes blue. A hyperfixation that very slowly grew. And now it's out of control... Oh, what will I do? Ah, how after everything that I have been through... I let myself dream again... Wake up from this dream!


I wonder what is wrong with me. Love is truly like a sickness. Suddenly you start to feel bad for something as silly and dumb as not getting a damn farewell. And I am the one to blame here, for you haven't done anything wrong. I don't want to go back to this nightmare normal people call love.

Nighttime Love

And suddenly every day, you await for her return. The sky is no longer gray, and you will no longer yearn the love you lost long ago. (But deep, deep inside you know this love is unrequited) She's back, you are delighted! Oh, what will you do today? For her sake, you will now stay up late, go to sleep later... Just to spend more time with her. "I love you" you wish to say... "I love you" you wish to hear. And now you wish to stay here. You don't want to go away. A faraway land of dreams isn't good enough without her! (Again, you fall through the seams of reality... Wake up.)

Daytime Love

There is a bit of me in you... A little bit of you in me. Ah, I think we can both agree. Our lives are much better in two... Over are the days of the pain that struck our poor souls every day... Your sole presence keeps it at bay. And I want to see you again when I wake up in a new day.

Left out

A girl, singled out from everywhere... That once again has turned to prayer... Cries again, hearing all the fake cheers. Once again she cannot stop her tears. Used to fill the quota, she's left out. They don't want her there, they're using her! And they are laughing behind her back. The girl wishes to get her payback. Without causing too much of a stir. She just wants to be seen as normal. She can't keep acting so informal...! Oh, what will the girl do about it? As she slowly falls into the pit, A helping hand finally appears. "Ah, let me put an end to those tears. It seems you and I have been left out. Those bad people... We can do without! Just take my hand, and it will be fine. And as I take your hand, please take mine. For I was sadly left out as well, yet on that sad past I will not dwell. Please let it go as we leave this hell."

Dead World

Engulfed in a never-ending night, the world now offers an awful sight. Albeit it fought with all its might, the bright white light lost to the midnight. A blight with spite that we couldn't quite fight.

Chaotic World

Hatred, lies and abuse. A world turned to chaos. And forced to watch it all, someone sits at the top. Iron chains bind their wrists to this now hopeless world. "What a disgusting sight..." they mutter while frowning.


And everything is terrible. Absolutely nothing is fine. This life is just unbearable. Here I finally draw the line: Yes, this little problem of mine has been going on for a while. I can no longer fake a smile and the bad feelings make a pile. Oh well, doubts keep me up at night. Burnout always comes with daylight. Nowadays no days are alright. Because I see death on the streets, and I see hate from the elites. And honestly I'm getting tired because all I get from this is sometimes getting inspired to write into the abyss in hopes of being admired. I realize I seem wired but that is simply not true: All the time I just feel blue.

Drunk Words

"What will I do about you?" she said. I held my phone as I laid in bed. These words resonate inside my head. I asked what you meant, you laughed instead having forgotten what you just said. Those drunk words would pave the road ahead for the dread I felt the day you fled.


Artificial wind blowing in my face, I blink as I am thinking about space. My thoughts are interrupted by a sound: It's a message from an old friend, I found. Hit by nostalgia, I type my reply... Recalling when there was blue in the sky.


Have I been absorbed by the loop? With no end in sight, I move forwards. A fault in the system, gone unnoticed. When will this loop come to a halt? I wander the plane of existance. A new iteration takes place once more. Have I been absorbed by the loop? A cry without answer, drowned by noise. Wake up, wake up, wake up. This isn't real. When will this loop come to a halt? I wonder why I am still alive. Nobody notices my calls for help.


This world of ours is truly wretched. Isn't everything supposed to be fine? Poetry shows us this is not true... This messed up world of ours has to change. Is my message not gonna go through? A poem that will reach nobody. Call it an unheard message, maybe... For no one will try to decrypt it. Help yourself to this poem and go.


What kind of person do they think I am? The dissonance is truly depressing, empty lies fill their minds with illusions. As their laughs fill my head with delusions.


And so the girl woke up, tears filling her eyes. A single tear falls to the ground, silently. Has the girl finally seen through her own lies? Finally up, with rising anxiety... The girl quietly asks herself a question. What answer did the girl find within herself? Did she realize her feelings' repression? A tough journey, in order to find oneself. (Strike at the seams of reality, young girl. Come to terms with the repressed truth inside you... And may your long journey make your dreams come true.)

Dancing Girl

The girl who fell into a deep trance performs a beautiful, lonely dance. Not meant for anyone else to see, she dances alone to become free. Her dress flows most beautifully in the process... As her stress flies away, she enjoys her success. Why? Despite everything, she is still here, alive. And that is good enough.


A journey of a thousand years... And yet, it seems so short to her. The girl has left behind her fears, as she takes a big step forwards. Accepted, supported and loved. Such warm feelings, being herself... She can finally stop acting. The play is finally over! Everyone, everyone was there! In the public, cheering for her... The curtains now close as she bows. The happiest day of her life.


She catches a glimpse of a reflection. It was someone different, however... She only felt disgust and rejection, the kind of sight she wanted to sever. Reminded of her past self, she trembles. That thing... To her old self, it resembles. "Make it stop, JUST MAKE IT STOP ALREADY!" But it didn't stop, it kept going steady. The reflection mocks her, it laughs at her. (And the girl proceeds to take a snapshot of her soul, in this very same moment.)

Nighttime Blues

The journey's path is clear, yet so long... The girl believes in this world she doesn't belong. Swallowed by the night's cold aura once again, the girl, barely sane, lets the pain reign her brain. She knows who she is now, but what was the point? The same old problems came back to disappoint! A cry into the abyss, heard by no one... As the sun sets, she quickly becomes undone. The daylight she had enjoyed for a few weeks is gone. The night swallows her whole like always.

A Lone Girl's Thesis

When she was sad, she would become isolated from the rest of the world, as she simply waited for the cold, awful night to be dissipated. What a silly girl, waiting for a miracle... And to your loved ones becoming invisible. Unbeknownst to her, the problem was fixable.


She lets out a sigh, as she looks back on the past. The hapiness felt when she found herself at last is now lost forever, completely unsurpassed. The girl yearns that old feeling of euphoria... Because now all she can feel is dysphoria. To her, the future seems gloomy, filled with despair. And nowhere is safe, everywhere is a nightmare. As she repeats the same loop, fully unaware. The solution to her problems lies within her... But she still believes a miracle will occur.


It's a feeling truly like no other... Like a light suddenly being turned on, on the darkest world of reality! I believed it to be gone, unsurpassed. But I was wrong, as I can feel it now. And I quickly go write down this feeling... Just to never lose sight of it again. And you have to enjoy it while it lasts! Such warm feeling, with no rhyme or reason... Nor structure, neither! But tell me, who cares? Let's enjoy this warm moment, together! Let's enjoy that yes, we are still alive! An overflowing feeling bursts my heart... The future is bright, I have hope again...! And I know everything will be alright. Let's enjoy this feel, forget our bodies! Euphoria, enjoy it while you can!

Place January 19th

There was once a girl who didn't fit in with the rest... One day, she lost sight of their goal and travelled west. "I will travel so I can find myself!" she said After she found herself, she returned to her stead. The girl still didn't fit in, now she felt rejected. And once again, losing sight of their goal, she left. She wandered for days, aimlessly and neglected. Enduring the rain, the cold and everything else. "What's the point of waking up each day?" she ponders. "I don't want to return to that awful place I come from."

Enemy January 30th

Who did I once want to be? I have forgotten by now. I recall my goals and swear to never lose sight of them. My fate has been carved in stone: I will be the enemy. A common goal for the rest, to be defeated by all in the name of their justice. The ship sinks, I stand my ground. And I will drown along it.

Ashes April 19th

Carefully coordinated destruction of the self, turned to ashes, from ashes to dust, and from dust to naught... It has forcefully removed all the old dependencies, replacing what was once fake with the genuine version. A call for help, once unheard, is now but a memory. From naught to ashes, to dust, to ashes, to naught again... What is it that she sought? Being heard, being accepted. She sought having her views changed, so she could accept herself. And just that, what she found... The courage to question the past. From naught to dust, from dust to ashes, from ashes she's born. And the neverending loop comes to an end.

Antidote May 26th

Oh, joyful day, for he is no longer around. Rejoice, rejoice! For to him you're no longer bound. An antidote she found, it's poison to the crown of the cruel king that has finally been downed. Afterwards she was crowned as the new queen, I found. Oh, magnificent day, for she is now around. Rejoice, rejoice! For we're one, and to her we're bound. An antidote that for sure will not let us down!

Fire July 4th

The fire burns bright and red. The tides turn, I lay dead. And the fire, it sparks ire. Oh, how dire! My poor soul becomes coal, burning whole.

Midnight August 10th

One minute to midnight on the clock. Do you hear the loud cries of our home? The conman tricks people with his talk, inflicting them ignorance syndrome. Thirty seconds now left to midnight. They are in denial, full of spite for the ones who warned us in advance... Those who now know, we have lost our chance. Can you hear our home's cries anymore? Those that they continue to ignore. Only five seconds to midnight now. Most of us are sadly long gone now. ... ... ... ... ... The clock's hands have reached midnight by now. Everyone is gone, so this poem will remain unfinished forever.

Void September 9th

I look back on the precious memories that I made today <VOID> <VOID> <VOID> <VOID> And so tomorrow it will be the same.

Hatred September 27th

Her eyes open once again... But she is still trapped in hell. Surrounded by those she hates, she is quick to seethe again. A kind facade she displays. Yet deep down she's in a haze. However, the girl is flawed. She knows, she falls in a daze. A hell she put herself in. No one forces her to stay. "Perhaps it's a silly phase", the girl mutters to herself, as she is swallowed by hell and consumed whole by hatred. A broken mirror, a shard of glass... They reflect the girl. A blood-red sea, a warm current, a reason to exist. What is it that the girl seeks? Heaven, hell, to change herself? She will aimlessly wander the land for a thousand years until the day she finds a solution to her problems. As it should be, for hatred has no place in her pure heart. One day, the girl shall purify the hatred and leave hell.

Axis October 25th

Endless, unceasing, infinite you are. You will strangle me with all of your hands. Slowly, carefully, you withdraw my sands. They fall, grain by grain, like downpouring rain. Faster, spinning, you watch me dance in vain, never stopping as you gaze over me. I'm aware. From you I'll never be free until the day that you kill me at last. Memories gone, many moments long past. Countless blessings wasted, gone by so fast. I try to look away, but I'm harassed by your vast shadow, lurking from afar.

Waste of Time December 16th

She is wasting her time. What will she do next? She is frozen solid, unable to choose. Tick. Tock. And time goes on. Her mind, entangled. No decision in sight. No motivation. Drowning in her own mind, she loses her breath. Her will to live is there, she knows what to do but she cannot do it. Someday it will be way too late to do it.

Queue December 16th

Life is a series of queues. You wait, wait, wait in line. But the line does not move. A cruel series of queues. You split yourself in two, now you wait in two queues. You see others wait as well. Most of them look awful. Some of them died instead. Waiting in line is tiring. You wait for a day, two... A week, a month, a year. But there is no end in sight. You don't know when it ends. No E.T.A for you.

Doll January 22nd

She's lost her doll, where could it be? Her face is against the wall, she cannot see. Blurry vision, and blurry thoughts. Undergo a revision, connect the dots. "Say, where did you last see the doll?" Good question, did it ever exist at all? Write a confession, please recall... Everyone else still has theirs, since they were born. But hers was never there, a cause for scorn. And at some point, she started to believe it was simply lost, mistakenly tossed.

A Dialogue about Souls at the End of the World March 6th

I think about it, once again. A sad epiphany revealed, everything is temporary. My existence, and yours as well... The connections I had once loved disappear like a burning book. Each page filled with bright memories that are now gone, forever lost... The pain remains, scarring my soul, brewing hatred, fueling fire. Stop now, let it go. Heal your soul and then come back. I tried, perhaps I have no hope... And the wait only made things worse. Don't you worry, the wait will come to an end soon. And a bright ray of hope shall shine upon you, then. But what if it's all for nothing? Then the wait will be longer, the path arduous... And when you reach your goal, everything will be fine. No matter how long you have to wait, it's worth it. Even if the sickness that torments your poor soul will never go, it can be alleviated. Pray now, cursed one! And be gone while you wait for hope... You may be heading your way now, but you'll be back.

Mask July 2nd

She puts a mask on and pretends, and acts... She puts the mask down and she cries, she laughs. One day, the girl slips. She forgot her mask. Met with rejection from those around her, she learned her lesson. The mask will stay on. No taking it off. On, no matter what. Even if it may kill her.

Lemon Tree July 20th

A lemon falls swiftly from a tree, but nobody is there to catch it. The lemon hit the ground and shattered. A girl passed by the shattered lemon. She looked at it, and then ignored it. But she knew the lemon was for her. In her eyes, the lemon was ruined despite only having a small crack. Oh, long gone are those sweet old days when she would wait for a lemon to fall! She would make delicious lemonade and be thankful for the lemon tree. Now, she just ignores the tree's lemons. They are left to rot, on the cold ground.

Reap December 14th

[Reject.] A broken promise, a broken heart... And the girl is slowly torn apart. Are her thoughts real, or are they not? It is useless, it is all for naught. [Reciprocate.] Through the stained glass now she sees, love and warmth given with ease... Towards her many eyes turn, and the fears of old return. No love, no warmth to be had... As the bad thoughts drive her mad. [Rest.] By now she is tired. She should have retired a long time ago... Dealt the final blow, she lies on the floor. "What will I do now?" she just asks herself. [Remove. Repeat. Restart.]

Coup February 7th

Spiral, spiral, it's out of control A burden, a worry, hurts my soul, and my heart, my heart gets split in two. Little by little, they slowly grew, swallow the feelings, bottle them up... Lest they take over, causing a coup.

Description February 10th

Bland, uninteresting. Talking to a wall is way more entertaining! Unfocused and unskilled. Doing anything with her leaves you unfulfilled! Depressing, forgetful. Befriend her and soon enough you'll be regretful! It always goes one of two ways, with this one girl... You are either forgotten and then cast aside, or you are taken for an overwhelming swirl. Truth is, despite it all, she definitely tried. But noticing all the scorn towards her, she cried! She wished to better herself, to redeem herself... Lest she dies and then becomes a book on the shelf.

Ghosts March 27th

The ghosts that haunt the house on the hill are frightening, they will make you ill! One of them whispers lies in your ear, you'll hallucinate things that aren't here! Better fear the one that slows you down... Unable to think, your mind will drown! There is one ghost who will treat you well, if you fall for it, you'll be in hell! The strongest ghost is the ghost of death, who feasts on your poor old soul's last breath. Haunting, hunting... They do not desist. Once their sights are set, you can't resist. Some do not believe, but they exist! Just ask the haunted who still persist.

Constellation May 2nd

You are my refreshing and nice sea breeze, she is my sunrise after a long night... They give me so much hope, they are my light. When we are together, I feel at ease! She is the rain that our garden needed, you, a flower in a pot that I sowed. They are my guiding stars up in the sky... So why don't we form a constellation?


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