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Mica Kluge Jan 2016
Shadows walk between earth and spirit,
Every black laced soul mourning that which is to come,
Whispering strange mysteries that kiss against my skin and soul
And fill me with foreboding.
Not for myself, but for all of those who wander in the darkness,
Fumbling around without a lightning bolt of truth to light their path.
I do not fear the shadows of those who once were,
Nor do I fear what is to come.
I am their voice.
What does a shadow have to fear from other shadows?
This is a story/poem I composed with a magnetic poetry kit.
Hyp Nov 2015
Atheists insist that this existence subsists of nothing but
The density, material we feel and see and measure. What they're
missin' is in between the lines hooks and sinkers they bit
On the end of false authority's string, wrapped around their finger
They linger and cling to the things they've been spoon fed
From the same spoon belief was taken, the same they dread
But all they've pinned down for sure is themselves inside their heads
Waging internal war, thinking their thoughts can conquer
But only divide themselves
Every victory a loss when the attacker is the target
No stopping to look at the pieces, just charging ahead and trying to forget
No theory or equation slowing their self-invasion. No algorithm to save em. No laboratory haven
And when there's nowhere left to run, turbulent wakes don't wait, mental obliteration leaves you wracked and craven
But perhaps in the deepest rubble, after the foundations crumble
A seed may sprout that can see them out, new and humble
Unblinded equally to all sources of deception
Perhaps they can make a new life, a new perception
To err is human...but when we err far enough to break
We can rebuild, be reborn...a whole new future make.
Very quickly written for an unhappy acquaintance.

Written partially from their viewpoint and partially from my own.

For those wondering, the bits about atheists being deceived aren't actually about religion, but about both spiritual concepts and accepted science. I myself am generally opposed to religion (except in cases where individuals truly lack an internal compass and need an external one) and I do not believe in the gods of any holy books.  I just wish that I in my youth - and many of today's atheists - were not so quick to accept anything with the word "science" attached to it as truth. It is very important to learn about the days of "tobacco science" - and to observe that this phenomenon has not died, but become a central advertisement model, used by numerous industries to promote products that are harmful to human health, the environment and life as we know it, while blatantly claiming otherwise.  
It is also important to understand that the process of peer review, while effective if it were as described, is corrupted by the same interests who wish to push for sales of their products rather than probe its health risks. Only the scientific method can show you what is true. Trusting anything other that is merely accepting an authority that very well may be false.

A decent part of the poem is not directly about atheism, but the mindset that often accompanies it; a mind so hyperactive that is has enslaved its host rather than functioning as the tool it was intended to be, while reacting to concepts that could be extremely helpful with disdain due to their spiritual nature, like meditation, energy work, and focused observation and active management of one's conscious mind.

As for the spiritual part, suffice to say that my experiences in life have led me to know that I was wrong to deny for decades the possibility of the kind of things that are generally called psychic, spiritual or extrasensory phenomena. For exploring this, your best tool is the same as before and always: the scientific method.

Remember. Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic...and magic is just science that we don't understand yet.

Here's to new frontiers.

(Sorry the notes ended up longer than the poem. lol)
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jennifer ann Jan 2015
the girls had been chattering and laughing in the dining room when suddenly nan, zoey, and madison charged in the room. making everyone stop and look at them. "Alright *******." Madison stood with her arms crossed and an enraged look in her dark brown eyes. "who the **** stole my money???" she questioned. the girls just sat there and looked at her quietly. "okay, none of you broke *** hos want to fess up? you're ballsy enough to take my **** but you're not ballsy enough to stand up to me? i see" Madison shouted. sadness and hostility in her eyes and voice.
"who took Madisons money? i wanna know right now!" Cassie stood up in anger. quickly rushing to Madisons aid. Madison nudged her alittle and rolled her eyes. Cassie folded her arms, mimicking exactly what Madison had been doing. "BROKE ***!!! HOESSSS!" Cassie screamed, pointing at all the girls. Pyper rolled her big blue eyes and flipped her long crimson red hair laughing, "nobody stole your money you idiot, you probably just misplaced it." she laughed, fearlessly looking madison straight in the eyes. which made nan look at  pyper very suspiciously as she read her mind. "hold my earrings please." Madison began to put her hair up in a bun. "what is going on in here?" Cordelia stormed in the room with her arms folded. "put your shoes on Madison." Cordelia looked at Madison in confusion. "nothing, Madisons spazing out because she thinks that someone took her money. and now she's getting all 'ghetto' and bent out of shape about it. taking her payless heels off like she's actually going to do something." pyper rolled her eyes and joked, making the rest of the girls laugh aswell. "payless? i only wear chanel." Madison flipped her hair. Nan looked Pyper in the eyes suspiciously, shaking her head from side to side. "i'm going to say this once and once only." cordelia shouted. "i will not have any fighting or steeling in this house. and if anyone is caught fighting or steeling, you will be expelled. it's a big bad world out there girls, up until now you've all lived very sheltered lives and i'd hate to send you out in it to fend for yourselves." Cordelia sighed. pyper got a very sad look in her eyes. "sheltered" she snickered, "right."
Nan looked at pyper sadly, still reading her mind.
"what are you looking at?" Pyper shouted at nan viciously.
"i'm not sure yet." Nan replied curiously.
Sydney Ann Jan 2015
Sure, nag me about how I need to make friends.
I don't work well with people.
1   They don't listen to me
2   They don't notice me
3   They think I'm shallow
4  They aren't aged like me,
Mentally children.
5   They don't understand the power (the curse) the agony

Don't even know about it
Don't understand why I can't be a kid
'Cause my life's dedicated to finding the truth
And not going crazy
And I can't stand their ignorance
Sydney Ann Jan 2015
Some one should have told me not to go this far.
At the first stages of this obsession, It was just the same
Just the same as any pre-teen curiosity
I was a curious little one, I suppose.

But as usual, I have to work for what I want,
Nothing ever comes easy
But I suppose I like it that way
Or I did

I wanted this
Wanted it so badly
Just like any other human
I wanted to be special
How disgustingly selfish

I wanted the titles
The magic
"Witch,
Psychic,
Magic,
Medium"

I read the books
I tried and tried
And then I fell in love

I guess that was the key
I got what I wanted
Now all I have to do is protect it.

But no kid should have to suffer through this
Cry at night because the world is so pointless
Hate being human so much


I never thought
That all I would long for
Is to be selfless  
To love unconditionally

No matter how hard I fight
I will always be
A selfish
                  Hateful
                              ­  Lusting
                                               Malicious
                                                       ­         Worthless
                                              ­                                     Pointless human
Just like everyone
Living life for their own satisfaction
Nothing else


I hate myself.
I want to stop existing.
I want to go back to blissful ignorance.


I am so ashamed
I should have known
I cannot control human nature

I am so ashamed
That I am so weak
I can't control my desire to be special
Or my "dark side"
Or admit that that dark side is just a figment
*So people will pay attention to me.
Thank you so much if you read the whole thing. I feel better that I got this off my chest. If you're thinking of reaching higher psychic awareness, I wish you the best of luck and know you have my love <3
AmberLynne Dec 2014
If I called a psychic hotline,
could the disembodied voice
on the other end of the line
give me some secret to my future?

Or should I try the palm readers
so ubiquitous throughout
the seedier parts of town late at night?
Maybe they can read the clues
sketched onto my hands
and point me in the direction
of the path I'm meant to be on.

Can I find a crystal ball gazer
and have her look deep
into the swirling mists of myself?
Tell me ma'am, am I doing
anything at all right?

I suppose I'm meant to be content
wandering aimlessly along,
with no one to whisper
secrets in my ear as I go.  
But tell me ma'am,
does it drive everyone
as mad as it's driving me?
12.9.14
Hollow Steve Oct 2014
I can feel you from here. I can sense sadness, anger, lust, and fear. Sensing the atmosphere. Do we all share one consciousness? Like the internet exchanging information? Where has all the magic gone? These modern times are killing us all. Or is it just me?
Trust me, it's out there...
Laura Rogers Aug 2014
Tightness invades
Hard
Aching
Ghoulish Blackness smothers joy
Strings of dark energies crawl
Hopelessness Penetrates down, down, down
Mind marathons madness music
Pain ripens like a withered rose
Physical Plane Arduous
Psychic Pain Perpetuated
In this hallowed Hell
kelia Aug 2014
i'll take the long way home
and cry, tears floating like dust out of the window
and i won't act surprised when your name is plastered on some sign in the middle of nowhere
because you're not a coincidence and when september starts playing i'll just blame it on my palm being read
like a prophecy, this happened like some kind of map of the stars
the way we slept under them and the way you held me slowly then all at once
and apologized for loving me slowly, then all at once
because him and i, we had our time
and the stars don't love him
he was a virgo and you
youre a sign on the side of the road and i miss you more than him
i miss you more than him now
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