Olivia Williams: Favorites

Jun 11 Olivia Williams

I'll be

Jun 11 Olivia Williams

Romeo

I'll be

Forever in awe-
forever in wait,
for Mine - precious cold,
of a warm embrace.

#lecarleta #love

Jun 11 Olivia Williams

Explicit love

Jun 11 Olivia Williams

Romeo

Explicit love

oh love, you’ll
always be mine.
he won’t ever
like upon your face or
cry ‘long’ upon
your touch
in such ached way that since
the first time my eyes ever
looked upon you,
my queen;
placed desire over your
sovereign, beauty and
my irrepressible sin,
i became the man of your engraving-
unrelentable,
a seal you never gave, kiss of
mine sanctified craving.
my love,
i’ll always be yours.

#lecarleta #love

Jun 10 Olivia Williams

Fast Approach

Jun 10 Olivia Williams

The Wilted Witch

Fast Approach

The approach is fast,
The trickle slow.
Softly seeping down below.

A violent end.
A peace not past.
You, bending steel. Me, breaking glass.

What was dampened
Once, abruptly clears.
May fortune favour golden years.

A block of ice
Cannot endure.
At last, find footing firm and sure.

Now brilliant, shines
An endless sky.
Inspires distinction of truth from lie.

Elated! Joyful! Then dropped
A darkly veiled mask.
Ground is near, approaching fast.

This is around five years old, but still very relevant to me in so many ways. I think this is one that will never not be directly and contemporarily relevant to me. Perhaps one day the ground will stop approaching, but I’m not going to hold my breath on that.

Jun 10 Olivia Williams

Strange Spirit

Jun 10 Olivia Williams

The Wilted Witch

Strange Spirit

This strange soul calls to mine,
Alluring, fascinating, vexing.
This strange pull, as a rapid wind,
Somehow pushing, still pulling, and taxing.

Strange spirit speaks a foreign tongue.
I speak with no tongue at all.
I would give my soul, my heart, a lung
To stop its decay. Here leaves in fall.

Strange spirit presses soft, then firm.
My spirit falters often.
Strange spirit ever lives and learns,
Cradle, sky, to coffin.

A feeling of something walking on the wind. Maybe there’s something calling out. It fades, and flounders. It buds, and builds. It overwhelms and cannot leave. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe it was me.

Jun 10 Olivia Williams

Alone on the Outside

Jun 10 Olivia Williams

The Wilted Witch

Alone on the Outside

A being so yielding,
Yet so easy to break.
Soul’s component so rare
It must be a mistake.

Here on the outside,
The inside seems gangrene.
And there’s no one
I’ve known
That knows
What I mean.

Something is wrong that the whole world judges “right”.
Is it a flaw in my mind, or just in my sight?

Jun 10 Olivia Williams

Slice of Human Nature

Jun 10 Olivia Williams

The Wilted Witch

Slice of Human Nature

We set the example,
And accept the results.
At least until we can make it
Our enemies’ faults.

What’s bad for the goose
Is surely bad for the gander.
And Mother Earth cannot take
All the trash that we hand her.

Mother Nature, nervously,
Clears a dry throat.
Though many torments seem trivial
When held up to the boats.

It’s easy to overhear people postulate that the world is falling apart, and things used to be better. And if you look at very specific areas compared to very specific times, it’s easy to do. But if you know more about human history and behaviour, you know that is false. It is also potentially dangerous.

Things are bad, very bad. But so-called obvious reasons are often latched on to out of lack of knowledge. They seem obvious thanks to all the missing context and information. And all the assumptions we make based on our own extremely limited experiences.

Jun 10 Olivia Williams

the conversations of strangers

Jun 10 Olivia Williams

The Wilted Witch

the conversations of strangers

Voices saying nothing.
Never stopping.
Maybe we’ll crash.
Maybe I’ll fly.

Music from nowhere
“I feel bad for her fiancée or whatever he is”
I know your face.
I’ve seen your insides.
Maybe I’ll fly.

Empty eyes.
Empty smile.
“Like no offence to her but she’s too shy”
Maybe we’ll crash.
Maybe I’ll fly.

Pounds to tons.
Routine to chaos.
Maybe we’ll die,
But maybe I’ll fly.

From many years ago. Rode a bus, as usual. Heard conversations, as usual. Was saddened by the callous, casual judgment some seem so happy to heap upon others, as often.

Jun 10 Olivia Williams

To move toward…

Jun 10 Olivia Williams

The Wilted Witch

To move toward…

Try to think of things
You might not have thought
Deserved consideration.

Maintain your poise.
Tune out the noise.
Tune into your own station.

Challenge what you think and feel.
Try your best to live up to your own ideals.

Do not
Become the rot
In your own foundation.

Jun 10 Olivia Williams

Annex

Jun 10 Olivia Williams

The Wilted Witch

Annex

Quench your rage with cooking oil,
With powder, or with ***.
Whatever way you quench your rage,
Our world will soon be done.

Calm your nerves with nicotine.
Use narcissism, or use noise.
It will not matter what you’ve used,
When all the world’s destroyed.

Jun 10 Olivia Williams

🎵 Let It Fall

Jun 10 Olivia Williams

The Wilted Witch

🎵 Let It Fall

Let the rain fall down.
Let the sky turn black.
Let the world know
I’ll
Not be
Coming back.

Let the rain fall down.
Let the world turn to ash.
Let the sky split open. I’m
Never
Coming
Back.

Let the rain fall down.
Let the sky turn black.
Let the world know
That I’ll
Not be
Coming back.

Let the rain fall down.
Let the world turn to ash.
Let the sky rip open. I’m
Never
Coming
Back.

Let the rain
Fall
Forever

Let the sky
Tear
In two.

Let the earths crust crumble, I
Won’t come back to you…

A short song.