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Crandall Branch Feb 2018
your love tastes like sweetness
your lips also taste like sweetness,
darling

did you put a magic speel on me
because i am enchanted by you
and you're beauty

when you kissed me
your kiss was like a love potion

but i am worried that you will leave me
i am worried that your love
is poison.
Let me know what yuo think in the comments :) XOXO Crandall
Blackberry Feb 2018
Hear the chime,
The call.
Feel the vibrations,
The fall.

The pitter patter,
Of bear feet on the ground.
The jingle jangle,
Of bells all around.

The bubbly laughter,
The cheerful cry.

The creepy serenade,
The last goodbye.

With a jingle jangle,
A bell on the ground-

With no pitter patter,
No longer around.
Brianna Duffin Feb 2018
I am a witch burning at her social stake
Who has spent too long just striving to breathe
And so I’ve managed to teach myself
Some people can’t be trusted
Can’t be trusted at all
I’m done letting myself waste time with all this hurting
So I’m finished with all this blindly optimistic trusting
Instead, I think it’s time to show them what a real witch is.

I am a witch burning at her social stake
Who has spent too long dodging the pitchforks
And so I’ve managed to get good and things
Like running, and hiding,
Reading people and situations
I’m done letting myself hide from the light
So I’m finished with this blindly fearful trust
Instead, I think it’s time I took over my life.

No more fear and no more trust.
If I’m supposed to be a witch,
I will be a witch for them,
And however I want to,
I will show them what burning is.
Mariel Ramirez Jan 2018
If loving you was a mistake,
either way—mine to make,
says she, to shape in my hands,
your body. And this pain?
Mine to deal with.
Deserved,

maybe, found guilty,
for trying to trick you
into loving me. Through
the whispers, the touch, she
laughs, inducing only
ecstasy—

What if the burning at the
stake is not the witch's
fate, but her pleasure?
Her final triumph. No end
more fitting. Nowhere
to escape but
in flames.
Selcæiös Jan 2018
--- She who cannot hex, cannot heal
She who cannot curse, cannot cure. ---

She's a sweet little thing
a Moonflower’s paradigm
enjoying isolation and slumber by day
waking up to start her magick pursuits around society's bedtime

Some spells & her abilities, this Völva has bound to her mane
But for her, that's a better vessel than a pendant on a chain
And remember: When she dances,
if she shakes her hair, her power is twice obtained.

So if you're hooked on schadenfreude,
Cease and desist; Please knock that **** off.
Because, at the very least,
you'll be returned with what you've caused.

But if someone's harming you
or you're being hurt, but confused
whether the root of tormenting
brews with a What or a Who

Go ahead, take a deep breath
Dolour will be overcame
your Spirit's to be momentarily reclaimed
the Völva's arrived
and her prowess resides with
cures and curses alike.

--- She who cannot hex, cannot heal
She who cannot curse, cannot cure. ---
Please Curse Responsibly
Jennifer DeLong Jan 2018
As naked as the sea
I am free being me
naturally

Wind on my skin
Like waves on a ocean
It feels so good to me

Feels quite ****
actually ..
earthy & warm

If , I get caught
Oh it's just the witch in me
That's what I'll say
cause it true honestly

Spirits ready to play
explore a little more

walk and dance
like a fish in water
swims and skims

I will enjoy it
then like a tide
goes away at night

I shall go in and
dress once again

© Jennifer L Dlg 1/2018
Croiyon Dec 2017
Hag
She comes to me in my dreams
Looking into the darkest corners of my mind
Weaving madness into me
Whispering sweet lies in the darkness
She leaves at the dawn
And begins her ungodly rituals
Deep in the ebony black of the woods
Waiting for the dusk to return
So she can capture the young
To use their blood to summon horrors
May God save us all
For we are falling deeper into her web
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