#wands
so many choices, I am riddled with doubt
eight of cups, which one is the one
so many chances, I am riddled with dread
eight of pentacles, build myself up again
so many crooks, I am riddled with trepidation
eight of swords, I feel powerless just waiting
so many critics, I am riddled with consternation
eight of wands, I knew you were coming all along
Apr 1, 2022
Apr 1, 2022 at 11:57 AM UTC
Sentinel of dust.
Guard your resolutions quietly.
Calamity comes but to no avail.
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 8:16 PM UTC
*If I could wave a magic wand,
as if to wave away everything to becalmed,
would you, would I,
look up at the sky,
and tell me if you can see,
if you cannot we still aren't free,
as the sky has taken overview, over us,
we must learn to love ourselves, **** it up,
and not fall down, but rise up.
we all must stop trying to play with magic,
and get our heads out of such tactics,
but uses our mind,
to lead our souls less blind,
than wands won't matter,
no matter how big a disaster.*
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 5:30 PM UTC
Who is she to say you're a liar?
Maybe with every fiber
you loved her.
Like you do with your
Recklessly floating heart.
You two were different lovers.
She's the kind of girl with metallic blood.
An ancient stone
heavy in her chest,
Unusual and destructive
When it arrives late.
You were wrong to have loved her like butterflies when bones like hers require sorcery.
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 5:48 PM UTC