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Jul 2017 · 657
Subconscious Euphoria
witchy woman Jul 2017
hello sunshine,
           where have you run to?
I hear it's wonderful
           in California.
        
                      ~

I've been missing you,
          shining over the waters so blue.

But tonight,
                            we'll shine

           brighter than
                                            any day


            tonight,
                                      ­   we'll have sunrise

                at 2 am
                                                & sunset at mid-day.

                                                         ~
  
  
The sweet chamomile gently blossoms as their scent drifts through the spring-kissed summers day; the trees shed their tight buds & give their leaves to the wind to play. The sky blue, brings a warm whisper of heady scents & endless nights & long summer sunsets soaking in all of Mother Earth's finest essence.

                                                     Beneath the kaleidoscope sky,

                                           a heartbeat, lulling
                               steady breathing, gentle humming

and an indescribable, unforgettable, lost feeling
                                                                behind a minds eye.
I can't feel it but I know it's there somewhere
Jun 2017 · 708
acid rain
witchy woman Jun 2017
restless nights of senseless intuition
wandering trails of useless fruition
binding branches, choke me
but it feels good not to breathe
somehow
it seems I've gotten used to
the useless tugging on frayed vines,
the ache and sorrow as I try to climb
the desolated mountain side.

it's better to feel sad then nothing at all,
it's better to try to climb then to let oneself fall.

put on your mask, you're okay.
you're fine tonight.
you don't need anyone to hold you through the
dark nights.
just keep grasping through your days,
you're alright
I'm alright
I'm okay
*I'm not okay
wide awake
Jun 2017 · 392
lights
witchy woman Jun 2017
willow tree, on a lean
branches surround me gracefully
I go to touch your silky leaves,
but the wind takes them away from me.

where do the dogs go when
they chase the silver moon?
they hunt the night, stars in sight
that come and go too soon.

I wish to lie in a bed of grass,
surrounded by the night sky and city.
though not the jungle I prefer
the skyscraper lights look so pretty.

take my breath away, natural humming high
but not quite, as magnificent
next to the multitude of constellations
reflected in your eyes.
breathe in the morning summer air that makes its way across the grass
Jun 2017 · 348
Silent Thunder
witchy woman Jun 2017
Sun kisses horizons break
they dance across my face and wake me,
streaming through my window panes.
The sky outside is heavy blue, the wind ever boisterous. Between the garden of sound and clock radio, my head is full of voices.
today is a winding road, that's taking me to places that I didn't want to go
I rake my hand through my hair and roll out of bed, the song on the radio clears the noise in my head reminds me of a simpler time, of something you said,  
today in the blink of an eye I'm holding onto something and I do not know why, I try
I tried to read between the lines, I tried to look it your eyes, I want a simple explanation for what I'm feeling inside
gotta find a way out, maybe there's a way out
"Your voice was the sound track of my summer"
They ring loudly through my eardrums, the rest of the world at a distant hum. Memories and stories flood instantly, a flash storm in the middle of a sunny morning.
do you know you're unlike any other? You'll always be my thunder
And suddenly I'm lost, in the past in the moment of times we never thought would end. We both got too far, and became afraid. We never said goodbye, we simply walked away.
your eyes, are the brightest of all the colours. I don't wanna ever lie another. You'll always be my thunder
so bring on the rain
*bring on the thunder
Apr 2017 · 586
Untitled
witchy woman Apr 2017
space closes, time passes
seasons change, bringing inevitable difference with them.
as years draw by and sketch new lines on your face
I face the reality that,
one day, everyone will age.
from the moment you are born, you are already dying
life sends diseases of the mind and body to weaken you.
nobody is spared.
that's why so many are drawn to stories of death and despair
because we know it is right under our noses,
around every street corner,
behind every sunny spot, a shadow.
is it beautiful? ironically.
but is this really the way to live fulfilled? happily?
I have no answers,
I guess we'll just have to see
just thoughts, lately I havent been able to write anything extraordinary... but I feel like perhaps just writing down my thoughts may help me get back into that groove
Apr 2017 · 431
Untitled
witchy woman Apr 2017
i used to  have something to write about
i used to read just to escape
i used to draw to see what I could create
i used to paint my very last sorrow
i used to throw caution to wind
and not give a **** about tomorrow.
i used to dye my hair different colours and not care about the result.
i used to find new music, good music
then my guitar I would consult
i used to bus everywhere with just my headphones in enjoying the scenery.
i used to see my parents at least once in the evening.  
when warm weather came i used to board until my legs shook and my body was hot a sweaty.
i used to do all these things,
then again,
I used to be me
Apr 2017 · 486
Venus
witchy woman Apr 2017
Venus is in retrograde
King of Hearts,
Queen of Spades.

Or Queen of Diamonds, is perhaps
more suited to me.
For when did I start to think
so materialistically.
Mar 2017 · 700
1:56
witchy woman Mar 2017
reruns of old shows just to distract me
providing some ease for my restless mind. my head aches, my eyes burn and sting and swell from the tears that spring up whenever I think of the past.
every second growing older, me and everyone around me.
Is it selfish to say, that I'd live the first ten years of my life until my dying day?
I just can't take people I love dying around me. I can't do it the thought itself kills me. It keeps me up at night.
I can't live this thing called life.
Mar 2017 · 1.3k
glacier
witchy woman Mar 2017
pillows of wind, freezing the minuet dew drops on each blade of grass,
tiny ice goblets
dutifully every morning.

it whistles, slipping between
the barren trees,
curling around the crumbling houses
built in the '70s
a time when,
they may have kept us sheltered from Mother Nature's ghastly wrath.  

whispering against the window panes, creeping past the glass frames.
icy hands claw their way across the floor, up the bed posts
beneath the sheets.  

gliding cold fingers up my legs,
down my spine. wrapping themselves around my neck,
the fire in my eyes has died.
sweet release, a gradual fading light.

my heartbeat slows,
though inches away,
warm & unaware you lie.
boney tendrils squeezing
as I drift to my glacial demise.
Feb 2017 · 606
sleep/flight
witchy woman Feb 2017
stuck in a rut,
the far left corner of my gut
nausea, inevitable
the tv hums low voices
unintelligible

cold sweats
evelope me into
gentle swaying solitude


thin, dainty line
of comfortable seperation
between exhaustion and being too tired to sleep
my mind drifts farther
and farther away

can you catch it?

bring it back to me
tie it to my finger
so that my thoughts will not stray tonight

nerves of flight,
on a lonely night
*the world eclipses around me
Even when I'm not alone sometimes there's something missing
Jan 2017 · 770
lulling tide
witchy woman Jan 2017
blank space, open sky
or dotted with tiny flames, far lights  
millions of miles away.

the grass a soft, sturdy cradle
beneath your tender joints.
the sea sighs, breathing gentle
drawn warmth, dancing
across your skin.
the lullaby she sings so sweet,
a mild hum and crash,
never missing a beat.
rhythm bringing sand
to your heavy eyes,

so, rest my dear

in paradise
Jan 2017 · 798
Virtual Reality
witchy woman Jan 2017
empty aching, waking
to cold feet and
grey blinds shadowing
the lusterless world outside.

deserted suburb, thoughts racing
minds fumbling, trying
to get past their persisting knots,
prying.

heavy headed, how can I not be? many conflictions, strange decisions
shadowing the small cracks
in lifes lens- I wander blindly.

silent world, technological hum fills the tense void. it is almost still
but if you listen close,
a quiet, violent noise.

a swarm of a thousand locusts; the moments before they cast themselves upon a city. we are are the waiting, herded to our daily lives- like dull, dusky sheep.

can you hear it? it is coming
change is in the air; do not hide- no, there is no use running.
for it will consume all of us inevitably.

crushed petals,
another budding rose,
smothered-
by our manifested reality.
Where is the world going in such a rush?
Jan 2017 · 540
rainy street
witchy woman Jan 2017
string unwinding from a spindle,
my throat it swells,
my words- they hinder

the strumming on
my heartstrings soothe,
yet, an unfamiliar tune

I spend my days just dreaming,
all my nights awake

I can't help but drift
fall unbeknownst-
unto my fairy tale state.

where doth my mind go;
why must I fade
to and fro?

my life a blur,
bright lights stream
against a storm soaked street

covering the
fading lines
of my dreams and reality
Where have I been?
Mar 2016 · 575
sometimes goodbye
witchy woman Mar 2016
peace within the chaos,
compensation
for the screaming
silence.

insanity has called me,
and this is my penance.

a slight zephyr,
marks my severance

there is no turning back,
in my defense-

not everyone
deserves a
second chance.
Mar 2016 · 889
little girl
witchy woman Mar 2016
tides change, a perceivable measure from my skewed vision anyways. soft shudders, wings from birds of flight- there is something in the air tonight. the earth trembles beneath me, the sky rises above- something in the moon my dear entrances me in love.
             there is no wind upon my legs, or my arms, across my face. there is no breeze to catch my hair, no cold sparks or humid drench in the air. So, I start on my summer-side way, the paths we used to take- while we were too young to understand the beauty of just being able to walk for a day. in the fields we'd run, the trees we'd climb, in the grass where we spun, and we spun;
                            until mum called us home for supper-time.
            my love? when did we decide to grow up?
for now, we are left enjoying the moments in the past, we were too busy looking into the future, to enjoy what we had.


                                                                   *but I suppose, we always are..
Feb 2016 · 468
All of the Sky
witchy woman Feb 2016
I feel like time is soaring by,
the clouds each day tumbling high
and with each passing breeze,
between them I sigh,
for I and all I love will someday
be one with the sky.

The walls once built for the
children of the past, have crumbled
leaving rubble, vast.
And home I reside, will eventually
fall, we all grieve- uselessly
at the impermanence of it all.

And darling,
you nor I can stop the clocks from ticking, but we can choose how to spend each moment
we are living.
Dec 2015 · 473
Safe & Sound
witchy woman Dec 2015
All I wish is for your hand to hold the warmest it's been in weeks and yet
I feel so cold
I tried my hardest to help you
But I feel like I only hinder
The hopes of you keeping warm through this brutal winter.
When you shake and sniffle before me, tears leaking from your eyes- a heaviness replaces my heart and I too, have no choice to cry.
I try to be strong for you but darling I am weak,
before you I was but a shell; a life oh so bleak.
You really are my angel, but I am nothing but a weight.
You've been carrying me for so long, I can see your wings starting to break.
You're better off without me dear
without such a burden in your life
Go and be happy love,
with a normal, happy wife.
Because I'll never be normal,
I'll always have my ups and downs...
Push you up above my head
You're strong- so swim
I'll drown
myself a million times
just to make sure you're
safe and sound.
Wrote this little one a while ago
Dec 2015 · 1.8k
Ashes
witchy woman Dec 2015
You are so much to lose;
and for how I've gained
I'll accept all your burdens,
sorrow and pain;
but is it worth it for you?
with all my mistakes
I know they've caused you

melancholy and disdain.


It's mid-December,

but it feels like spring
such as the world, we are an
odd, complicated thing.


I just can't see you seeping
anything useful from me.
I am the raging forest fire that

mercilessly swept across the trees.


Lovely,

I don't mean to burn you,
I simply try to breathe


I can't help that it's within my nature
to destroy everything I meet


in time
with a heavy laden heart
my love

you'll fall to ashes at my feet.
I don't know what's wrong with me... I don't know what I do wrong... Maybe that's what's wrong with me?
Oct 2015 · 970
Ye Old Hallows' Eve
witchy woman Oct 2015
Hallowe'en is a wonderful time
to see a witch or fairy
I know it's only make believe
but just the same its scary!
Oooooh oooooooh ooooh oooooh ooooh oooooooh oooh oooh

the ghost of Hallowe'en!!!
Old little nursery rhyme is about all I got for Halloween haha
Oct 2015 · 534
Too Much, Too Soon
witchy woman Oct 2015
too much

           too soon.

  



        She burnt the trees-
and spent the moon


                        now her little
                    life is full of gloom



    too much,

too soon.
Oct 2015 · 1.7k
just passing by
witchy woman Oct 2015
I'm not here
I'm not here
I'm not here


It's just happening
I'm just hurting
Aching, to not feel
the pain.

But,
I'm not here

This isn't real

This isn't happening

Who am I

a weightless soul

drifting by in the sky.
I'm not here
This isn't real
how to disappear
completely
Oct 2015 · 466
ten thousand eyes
witchy woman Oct 2015
You fall a thousand times, and each
one, I'll pick you up.
hundreds of knives dropped from sky
high and I look
everywhere but up.

I'm burying my soul I'm digging my grave I'm getting too
**** attached to save myself,
and I am only to blame.
I don't want to trust and I don't need to know I don't need anyone
I just need to be alone,
even though I loath...

The walls whispering in the night, the sheets around my throat too tight, the most comforting things bringing me to my very brink of terror.

They well tears in my eyes
and raise the tiny hairs across my
pale arms.

They're coming for me, but
don't be alarmed,

you can't see them so
they shan't cause you any harm.

they're in my closet
they're in my bed
they're in my kitchen
they're in my head.
Anxiety
Sep 2015 · 354
.
witchy woman Sep 2015
.
Sometimes words cannot capture the feelings swimming in your head



so drown little thoughts


   drown
Sep 2015 · 932
Woes of Worked & Royalty
witchy woman Sep 2015
From a moments notice to
hours upon passing hours
the light trickling in the small basement
windows, stuffed with backpacks
and pillows to hide ourselves
from the outside world of uncertainty.

The churning in my stomach,
the awful, nauseous spinning is
of my own wrong doings-
a bottle of Chianti and 7 slept hours
later. I am in ruins.

Aching all morning while you lie
silently beside,
I can't help but think about all the
torture your beautiful mind was
forced to withstand. I too,
would hide even the most pressing
thoughts deep inside.

I cannot even fathom,
(I hope you realize) I'm still yet
a princess, sitting in another
castle in the sky.
Sep 2015 · 690
Me, Myself & I
witchy woman Sep 2015
kaleidoscoping thoughts rotate
patterns change, colours migrate
hard as I try, I
cannot escape-
the penitentiary that is my own
headspace.


I could walk tens of miles,
run thousands of feet
fly forever with angel wings
and dive to the deepest
depths of the sea.


from time to time
when I can't even stand
to be around me,
I put my pink matter
on my bedside shelf
and leave,


for I have better things,
to do with myself
then worry about

I,
myself
& me.
Sometimes I can't stand who I am
Sep 2015 · 481
chills
witchy woman Sep 2015
It feels like it's time to wrap myself in cotton sheets, drink tea with my grandmother and walk with red & yellow leaves beneath my feet.
Where did the summer skies go?
Sep 2015 · 569
bloodbath
witchy woman Sep 2015
in a world that
fights to stay fighting

wins to lose more than before

gnaws on bare gums- still teething  
and starves to keep feeding

tell me, my dear
will we ever stop bleeding?
Sep 2015 · 519
Bedtime Stories
witchy woman Sep 2015
you sang a song


              of love & life


       but I could hear


                         the hate & pain



    in your soulful voice.
Aug 2015 · 566
Pitiful, Pointless Poetry
witchy woman Aug 2015
Pictures painted perfect
presented passionately,
performed precisely
per person.

Pacific patterns push
precariously
pry precious paintings
past pooling purpose.

Politely, please pardon
pitiful, pointless
poetry.
PPPPPPPP just trying somethin new
Aug 2015 · 1.7k
Peter Pan Syndrome
witchy woman Aug 2015
If you drop me,
I crack easily
Softened by the "*******"
life I once enjoyed.

Waking, consciousness from
dreaming. Swimming,
in the landless sea
my lungs crushed by the
water around me.

It feels like I'm a kid again,
young, unsure, self conscious
struggling to find what I really want
to do with this blessing of life.

Or maybe, I've been stuck
4 years long in this rut
perhaps I have always been awake
& I just never grew up.
Mohmoh the wasted years
Aug 2015 · 2.4k
.
witchy woman Aug 2015
.
You don't care


About the little things



That mean a lot


To me
Aug 2015 · 2.1k
Writers Block
witchy woman Aug 2015
Lack of

        inspiration


    dedication


                  perhaps everything is


         just caged within.



                        Hard as I try,
  
         wishing to write




    

                but,



         not tomorrow





                              not tonight.
**** hate this
Jul 2015 · 2.0k
Empty Sighde
witchy woman Jul 2015
tired head resting upon crisp, clean
white linen pillow cases.
worn muscles enveloped
in the hills and
valleys of plush, cream bedsheets.
aching spine relieved by the firm, comforting pale mattress.

all that is out of place,

is your warm, perfect, lovely,
heavenly smelling, intoxicatingly ****,
more perfect than Michael Angelo
body.
Jul 2015 · 1.7k
Hello Beautiful
witchy woman Jul 2015
drift unto

      the seamless abyss


             stars beneath your feet




      grass on your finger tips




                 head heavy




      body light




                                 here today




   gone tonight.


too much

   too soon


      


         nothing to take


               everything to lose.



  
                        I can't ask



                             could never tell you


              so



    goodbye sun,



                hello moon.
ladidadida
Jul 2015 · 2.0k
Ireland
witchy woman Jul 2015
the days just before spring
just after fall
where the damp and cold grips the air
but summer still sings her
uplifting call.

comfortable outside in
track pants & a sweater
chilling fingers if they are
not woven tightly together.

but oh,
how lovely is the cool breeze
off the ocean?

to just take a minute of the day
between all the daily commotion

to sit and bask
in the salty sweet air.
the air here smells like no other.
Jul 2015 · 1.6k
Untitled
witchy woman Jul 2015
everyone




             is






   tired












            of me
Jul 2015 · 3.6k
trouble in paradise
witchy woman Jul 2015
when I'm with you time slips by
all the worries that swim viciously
sink to the depths of my mind.

& when I'm without,
there leaves an awful drought
exposing the terrors on the dry land
valleys of dead thought trout.

I think without reason,
and reason without thought
cannot diminish or swallow
the bitter aching knot.

there's too many clouds in
my already crowded mind
all the hours passing aimlessly
& still I'm pressed for time

without you here
afraid I'm going to suffocate
beneath all my senseless fears.

afraid to lose all & everyone
I hold dear

for I miss the touch that
dams my sticky tears

I miss the soul
that helps mine be clear.
No beautiful landscape or time of vacation can help my aching heart. You're a million miles away and I can still hear your heartbeat replaying in my brain like a broken tape.
Jul 2015 · 778
Spiders
witchy woman Jul 2015
I'd cast my heart,
           unto the sea

  if it meant it brought
you closer to me.


& baby when away I fly
              I'll kiss every cloud
         in the sky

          because when you look
      over-head you'll remember
our lovely good-byes.

I want to feel your silken skin forever
so please don't lose a thread.

               for, after all this time of
twists and turns
               I'm still tangled in
                                           your web
❤️
witchy woman Jul 2015
There is a world inside of me

life & pain it lives and breathes

endless fog, scorching heat

how am I to rule a world

that I can't even see.
Having some health issues :( old age catching up to me.. Ha ha ha.
Jul 2015 · 1.2k
Society Material
witchy woman Jul 2015
through years and tears
  tiny arrows spinning round and
    round insignificant numbers on
       a flat face, staring back at me.  
         a field of wild grasses and flowers
           only followed by another single
              field, no rolling hillsides
             but only industrialism,  
         mindless materialism
      that numbs you so softly
   and slowly
you barely
notice
it

already

has
happened.
Will you survive in this world of empty rewards and little consequence ?
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