I know
There’s no demon
In the tub
But I’ll still
Pull back
the Curtain
Jun 4, 2020
Jun 4, 2020 at 10:16 AM UTC
I often dream of a place
Far from home
Deep in the woods
I’m sure you know.
Away from the people
The buildings
The noise
Where the witches dance
And the fae rejoice
In their absence.
Feb 11, 2020
Feb 11, 2020 at 1:59 AM UTC
The sweet crush of grass
Coupled with
The crunch of autumn leaves
And snow beneath my boots
My ears crave Earth
Feb 11, 2020
Feb 11, 2020 at 12:39 AM UTC
His skin glows with warmth
The sun trapped just beneath the surface
His eyes ablaze with love
His stride filled with purpose.
Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 1:46 PM UTC
I know I should be sad at the thought of what we had being washed away,
But a clean slate doesn’t sound too bad
And I brought my umbrella anyway.
What do you say?
Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 5:02 PM UTC
If you dwell
On the things you
WISH
You were doing
The things you
ARE
Doing
Will never be
Enough.
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 1:10 PM UTC
We were born to make merry,
Build towering bonfires,
Blow smoke rings with pipes,
Weave crowns of wild flowers.
Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 5:16 PM UTC
There’s nothing quite like
Strong arms that shield you
And pull you in tight
To make it feel true.
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 1:29 AM UTC
A sea of lush trees and mountains sprout out from her eyes and tickle the fringes of her lashes.
Each golden curl to every fiery, auburn swirl of hair snaps with electricity, like firecrackers bursting against a dawn smeared sky.
Long, aristocratic fingers with smooth palms that she weaves through the air, accentuating her every word.
She walks, breathes, and laughs Magick.
I’d follow her over every fallen log in our overgrown fantasies. I’d swing over every stream, swim up every waterfall, and dance on our bare feet until our toes were full of twigs and stones.
I’d skip with her through the cosmos, my shining ray of sunlight.
Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 2:30 PM UTC
The cobbled stones, awash by moon
The drunken laddies that sip and swoon.
To gaze upon the midnight beaut
Would parish ones will to that of Newts.
Thus lady’s hair does fall much like
A waterfall of pure moonlight.
With eyes of jewel and crystal light
Sets ones soul ablaze and heart, bright.
With opulent lips, does she possess
Such voice of tinkling bells distress.
With wisps of silver at loves cheeks
Gold flecks do twinkle at brows peek.
To tame such beauty is hopeless venture
Too many a drunk lad, sweet and tender.
To gaze upon midnights supple dream
Is to be more than merely heard, but seen.
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 12:45 PM UTC