In an era where used cars are “pre-owned”
And ****** are hard to come by
I search back alleys for a sign of life
All the flowers died in my apartment
A lover tells me it’s from the cold
He hated it and so did they
I thought he meant of the winter
I spent the last 5 years meat free
My cats hate me because
I can’t share plums with them
I plant the pits but they never grow
A different lover tells me that isn’t how plants work
I’ve never been smart
But any good man likes a starving *****
Except for the ones that matter
So i wink at the guy in the produce section
His daughter asks if I’m a witch
I say yes
But he’s too committed to a piece of metal
To visit my apartment
Of death and empty flower pots
I wear a lot of black
But my favorite color is yellow
I want yellow shoes
But I’m afraid they’re too brash
So i wear olive heels
And pin stripe dresses
And heart shaped sunglasses
Because spring is here
And everything is warm
But my flowers still will not grow
I always thought he meant they didn’t like the winter
But he always meant my heart

A spell-cast lure
from hedonic
gypsy's shore
lewdly hitched
my witch-leery
blooded soil.

Tapestric flame
shrouded by emerald
jaspered slits
slaved the dark
mystic marked and
unthrottled the
unreasoned quest.

The emanation desired
a drunken dizzy
thirst to levy and lap
her cauldron's want
prelude to dissolved
barriers.

Staggered I succumbed
simmered, stirred
surrendered into her
cask filled mix
potion pured
forever now sworn
to the gypsied witch.

Suffered have I through time,
While searching for home
But I never found a homely planet
To accommodate my bitter sorrow.
Cursed I am, I believe
To not find happiness, ever.
I have tried, I swear
But fate does not release me.
Love I have not known
Nor warm lips have I felt
Or held a trembling hand
In my own unsure embrace.
Many years ago,
A witch had cursed my blood,
I know now
For I dwell alone in darkness
And my kin lives far away.
For I have not found happiness
Nor love have I known.
Cold lips have touched mine
And the sweet aroma of death
Locked onto my heart.
Cursed I am,
To live forever on this foul land
And when my death occurs
I would still wander
Maybe in a parallel world
But still close enough
to hear the wails of my tortured soul
And see the decay of my body.
That shan't come soon,
I need not hope.
My mind lives in fear
Of today and tomorrow,
However, the past I cherish;
For bitter kinlove I have known
And their lips brushed my cheek.
Their cold hands caressed my hair
And their cold souls left me for dead.

which one was the one that the
Witch made into a frog "Riibbbittt"
which frog is your husband?

Witch could you please use
which ever spell you used to
Witch your curse upon...

which frog will slimy lips kiss,
Witch did laugh as kisses did kiss
which one please the wife did ask..

Witch looked as tears did fall,
which one do you love was asked?
Witch looked at her emotions..

Which one is ugly but has beauty within?
Witch looked at her eyes pondering downwards.
Which one was chosen? a kiss did show.

Witch smiled as smoke collected around all,
Which kiss saw beneath, a man now stood
Witch did smile, love is beneath the many layers

Witch taught a lesson of which we must all learn,
Which is that we must look beneath to find love..

The shadowy wall potently pays
Tribute to an open door.
Because the door will know
How to shut itself,
While the wall is just
A bean stalk with the gift
Of making a bit
Of shadow.

The low witch would walk
Distinctly away
from the Concrete bean stalk
As the wall would burn
And the shadow would turn
The witch's own shadow
Into a mice meadow.

And the witch hates mice
When throwing the dice
On the shadowy floor
Of the room with no door,
With no lock
To the dock
Where the concrete bean stalk
Has popped.

So the witch stays away
From the mice and the hay
Of her meadow-growing
Steps of annoying
Rhymes yours truly
Has made to undress
A reader's curiosity.