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Toni Feb 2019
If you dwell
On the things you
WISH
You were doing

The things you
ARE
Doing
Will never be
Enough.
It’s time to romanticize your own life. Everything you do, from your morning stretch to your brew of tea is exciting.
LearnfromBOBD Jan 2019
Mother of the season
Do you snitch for a living
Tell me all your reason.
Life will be reasonable,
If she’s visible
To say the truth.
Will be helpful’
You took my heart away,
And you want me a slave.
To do all in yo own way,
Life’s unfair, I’m unaware.
Until I fell for a godly *****,
An educated witch.
That took away my heart,
To far away beach.
Dunno tho, or a bridge.
The day is now bright,
You took away my life’
give me back my wife
That I fell for’ at first sight
You make us fight,
At our differences.
You set us apart
With pretenses
Educated witch
Go please
And bring back my queen.
Toni Jan 2019
We were born to make merry,

Build towering bonfires,

Blow smoke rings with pipes,

Weave crowns of wild flowers.
It was tough to pick a title for this one, I had so many in mind.
I often write about being lost in the wonders of Mother Nature, I wish I could indulge this more.
Malavika Vipin Jan 2019
Witchcraft is in her blood
A witch, she is... but not a witch she is...
She burns and feels my pain
Witch! Witch! Witch!
Life may be brutish with you
But I can make every tempest, a zephyr of love for you...
Serene and gentle, dear, it’s a tantalized love
As the witch in you, burns
With the essence of my spirit and fragrance
Through these petals of kisses
I will get my goddess, my love!
Not a witch, she is... but a wise woman
O' dear awake! from your world
Revoke the lord of dawn
And accept me
For good or evil, even these petals vanishes
I will be hither beside you...


©malavikavipin
alexandra Jan 2019
Dancing.
Dancing among witches.
Among fire and ashes.
Between demons who may have ravished souls.
****** the life out of thyself and made you mad.
Necromancy,is singing to ****** moons.
Old scripts still hidden under filthy cabinets.
The corpses are moving in perfect sync.
The cinematic atmosphere of the medieval times makes our stomachs turn black and sore.
You may be dancing among witches and warlocks and sorceresses but thou shall not forget how pure their souls are.
Energy!
Shooting stars,blooded eyes and sharp tongues are the gifts  of tonight.
Enjoy this blowout before they eat you alive.
Before you become one of the dark ones.
Toni Jan 2019
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.
Honestly, she’s one of the most ambitious, honest, genuine people on this plane of existence. I’d stay up until the wee hours of the morning with her, giggling, reading, playing Animal Crossing. She’s been my best friend for nearly 16 years and I love her with all my being.
Jennifer DeLong Jan 2019
It's a spiritual path , I  walk
Born with this gift
as I have learned
its a gift to cherish & appericate
It's a part of me it's not to fear
Though at times its a challenge
the things , I see & feel & hear
Knowing its been handed down to me
Its my path my spiritual
life lesson
it's who I am
I now show the souls
the way to go
I teach others to understand
makes me appreciate it more
it comes with wonderful intution
It comes with healing hands
It's not a curse it's my gift
My spiritual path , I must walk
Witch , Healer  , Psychic
I have them all in my arsenal
My Spiritual gifts
I am a witch
© Jennifer Delong 1/4/19
Jupiter Dec 2018
your bewitching gaze
falls on my brow

the air gets thick
i turn around

your eyes are alive
purple and green

you pull me forward
away i lean

your eyes grow angry
the magic swells

it's too late for me
I'm under your spell
Toni Dec 2018
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.
I’ve been reading so much about the Fae, their feet keep tapping their way through my head!
Alvira Perdita Dec 2018
i am a wooden cross
with a young girl strapped to
my chest. she is crying, i can
feel the fear, her desperation , running
through her body, thrashing as
she tries to break free of the bonds.

'are you a witch?' they ask her,
the crowd standing in front is
staring at her, waiting on her
next words. she weakly denies but
they are angered and feel defied.

at the bottom of my body, beneath
her feet, lies kindle and they touch
a burning torch to the loose straw and
immediately it flares up into flames,
beginning to burn my base.

the girl screams out, she doesn't deserve this,
she never wanted any of this. 'witch, witch' the
crowd chants as the fire crawls up my structure.

i can feel her fear as she tries to break free, the fear
grips my soul and there is nothing that i can do
but to hold her in place as she burns for crimes
that she did not commit.
i still have questions of my own.
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