#fae
She was a parasite
A pumpkin-head
A fire breathing squall.
When the birds came
She screamed her curse:
I’ll ***** an eyelash
Timelapse
Into the desert blue.
Then so the birds
Flew back to their eerie
To wait another day
In the desert blue without a coo.
And while they’d wait
She’d spill her pumpkin head
All over her cloudy domain.
And the birds cried out
“Mab oh Mab!
End this mortal curse
And stop the Timelapse!”
Parasite Girl
Now Paradise Girl
Blessed of the birds.
Nov 29, 2025
Nov 29, 2025 at 1:53 AM UTC
The wine you spilled you made me claim
And I couldn't help, but take the blame
While a piece of me you tainted with shame.
Now, I don't dare to show my name.
What a mythical thing to be
A fae underneath a rotten tree
The scars you made I've shut close
And I threw the memories in cases I've lost.
You know my train could take you home
But on the way, it'll curse you to a life alone.
I sold the pieces right then and there
Heart of mine, to spirits who dare.
Aug 14, 2025
Aug 14, 2025 at 3:19 PM UTC
In a bed splashed by mermaids,
listening to the angels sing,
pulling on every heartstring.
Watching for fairies
and leaving gifts by the tree:
"If I tell them my name, maybe I'll be free."
Awake and unmoving,
gentle eyes greet a panicked mind,
soothed by the touch of the coldest hand.
The dead listen to the sorrow of the ******
"Imaginative child, you'll grow out of it soon,"
I repeat in a mocking tone
and laugh with the moon.
Dec 31, 2024
Dec 31, 2024 at 11:20 AM UTC
A feral flutter
Light headed, heavy winged
A slightly singed stutter to follow
Bow your head into the faeries hollow
Tiny hands of guidance, till you’re dancing in the gold and blue
That fae has a face I know as you
You chirp from birch to birch
The echoes of your ivy crown
Your laugh is etched in every sound
In tree barks and wolf howls
Drunken singing night owls
In the shimmer of the mystical
Rainbows when the sun hits crystal
Late days and lightning
And we remember you shining
So many memories to make us swoon
Your face I see in every moon
A spirit embroidered with feathers
Snoozing sweetly in the heathers
Inked with sunshine and smothered in glitter
Beyond the stars your chariot flitters
Eyes of kindness and heart filled with love
I know your smile still sings above
These pixies they steal teeth and treasures
They’ll take you on celestial endeavours
Till somewhere soft and serene you’ll have landed
Somewhere you’ll dance with the winged bandits
Dec 19, 2020
Dec 19, 2020 at 3:33 PM UTC
I went from the "overabundance of life"
to a knight of resignation
I'm back to cheap pilsners
local Genny's, union made
Sometimes a Three Heads
when I want to get plowed
I'm trying to refine myself
into a thoughtless identity
so I may taste life again,
make music again
Did I do it all in
the grapes of my youth?
I guess I need a sommelier
for my heart cause
all I taste is river rock
where there was once native berries
and rare spices
Sparks that charmed
The dazzle of a demon
that could cover their faults
You dine or drink with thee
and you're stuck in the Fae
I'm the only one that hasn't stayed
Jan 1, 2022
Jan 1, 2022 at 3:39 PM UTC
A pixie a nixie,
a fae all day,
To these I must say
oh me oh my, oh what am I
to do on this fine day,
this fine day in early may
with pixies in the air and nixies in the sea
the fae of the day, all around me.
Nov 10, 2020
Nov 10, 2020 at 6:21 PM UTC
There, i saw the Faerieland-
And Faerie looked away.
Aug 12, 2020
Aug 12, 2020 at 11:24 AM UTC
Bonsai
Rain
Flowers
Slain
Pine
Earth
Wonder
Birth
Ash
Gray
Wander
Fae
Jul 31, 2020
Jul 31, 2020 at 9:01 AM UTC
A husk forever blazing black
Apathetic inferno made
Glittering in the moonlight
The band of thieves steal away.
In her roughened burlap sack
She carried the burning shade
Cradled among the glinting gold
Yet longing for the blade.
A creature full of foul designs
Denizens of the glade
A forest of young lovers' kisses
Renders her afraid.
She'd been here once before, in fumes,
Breathed the sunlight of the day,
and her heart had gasped
and touched a spark
which set it all aflame.
She was sharp, the thief,
and saw the lovely fae
Who stole her life and sought her soul
And burned her just the same.
When she returned, all was calm
Lady long absconded
With her love to the fae so cruelly bonded
Her loss a bitter balm.
The thief and the fairy met one night
And found solace in another
And since it burned so midnight bright
Both women lost a lover.
May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 8:19 PM UTC
“Will you barter for your garden?”
the familiar stranger taunted.
His haunting talk caught on a loose thread in my heart,
recalling time and battles fought.
Make no mistake about the fae.
I must admit I was afraid, for I have seen my adversary
tear out the grass’s screaming hair,
poison the soil with atmosphere arid,
strip the baby branches baren,
shave the landscape clear.
I need not obey him.
I have in my hands a *****
and around this place an angry hedge.
He can not prevail unless I show him the way.
“No,” say I,
“No bartering in my garden today.”
May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 2:15 PM UTC
“Will you barter for your garden?”
the familiar stranger taunted.
His haunting talk caught on a loose thread in my heart,
recalling time and battles fought.
Make no mistake about the fae.
I must admit I was afraid, for I have seen my adversary
tear out the grass’s screaming hair,
poison the soil with atmosphere arid,
strip the baby branches barren,
shave the landscape clear.
I need not obey him.
I have in my hands a *****
and around this place an angry hedge.
He can not prevail unless I show him the way.
“No,” say I,
“No bartering in my garden today.”
Feb 17, 2020
Feb 17, 2020 at 8:53 PM UTC
I often dream of a place
Far from home
Deep in the woods
I’m sure you know.
Away from the people
The buildings
The noise
Where the witches dance
And the fae rejoice
In their absence.
Feb 11, 2020
Feb 11, 2020 at 1:59 AM UTC
Faerie;
With your golden eyes,
your sharp-toothed smile,
the words you spin in gossamer,
in starlight,
in orb-weaver silk.
You compose
a symphony in mycelium:
Each tree an instrument,
each interwoven root
a note in harmony.
Silvertongue, sundew,
you have set a snare with green willow,
a net of blackberry thorns,
baited it with honey.
All around, the evergreen pines,
the winter roses bloom.
A sweet end,
arranged in perfect circles
for you and I alone.
I step, happily, toward your waiting arms—
for with your clever, clever fingers,
oh,
sunflower,
you have
stolen
me
away.
Oct 27, 2019
Oct 27, 2019 at 1:50 AM UTC
(what do you want from me?)
i want you to come with me,
deep below,
down beneath,
let me bury you.
(would it be quiet down there?)
yes,
with dirt in your ears,
dirt on your tongue,
the silence so beautiful.
(and if i don't like it, can i dig myself up again?)
no,
but you won't want to.
the earth will hold you,
the dark will warm you,
the worms will sing to you.
you will never be lonely again.
(then bury me,
hold me,
don't ever let me go.)
Oct 27, 2019
Oct 27, 2019 at 1:48 AM UTC
A fog so thick that all is engulfed in it
It spreads and grows then it disperses and rises
Within this shroud this faery camouflage.
For a second or a swirling minute
Fairies dance with none to limit
Nature burns no shadows dim it.
Then towards the skies and burrowed in the ground
This essence is released to return to fertile mounds
And when each condition meets then in the fog the fae are abound.
Sep 25, 2019
Sep 25, 2019 at 7:31 PM UTC
She was the Fae to walk the dawn,
Her eyes wide like scarlet moons.
She faced the day like no other,
She fought the sky
She fought the moon
She fought the world with spirit high,
For love, nay for life,
She was brave as was her might,
To spread her wings across the moors,
A Fae to rise and live again
---AuroraRW
Sep 9, 2019
Sep 9, 2019 at 12:18 AM UTC
Do not give your name away.
It is the one thing you should
never
bargain.
There is a strange feeling
that follows you
into the forest and across streams.
Do not turn around.
Don't accept gifts from
beautiful people
who seem far lovelier than they really are.
At least,
not for free.
Don't say thank you.
It's as good as owing debt.
Say you appreciate the assistance,
but never thank directly.
Tread lightly in all things.
Wear bits of clothing
inside out.
Stuff salt in your pockets.
And if you here music flowing from
a nearby stream or ring of mushrooms,
do not dance to it.
You will not be able to stop.
Aug 17, 2019
Aug 17, 2019 at 2:22 PM UTC
There in the flowers
another watches
writing on petal pages
attentive and fascinated
by the poet that lays
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 3:28 PM UTC