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Enthralled to the call of the eyes of the night, The gall of a man to bring barrels of sin, Called to the fall of the knights and the Kings, Here, night i anoint the divine feminine. The quarters of farther, the dreams of a Mother, a whisper much crisper than running still water. A wisp of a forest, a zmey of a chorus, a plight, full of might, that the man would abhor us. A whisper that errs, a cyst who's sister -- Desists and assists the flight of delight, A secret untold, a washed triple-fold, A beauty, a duty, a need to be bold. We won still black nights, yet here i still fight, a marble of white in the skies brings me light. And after the myrrh does then meet what 'twere, twirling, unfurling, white nights in a blur.
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May 15
May 15, 2026 at 6:26 AM UTC
Still, Black Nights
Love is a complex word That would rip your heart out with a sword Compromise is key Never forget the rule of three Ps don’t fall in love when your bored Don’t forget the top warning Or people around you will start scorning Just smile and wait Time is still, you are not running late Remember this is just the morning Flirting is first to be Your soul can now be set free Be careful as time builds There is patience with yields Remind yourself of the rule of three Touching comes out of nowhere God has finally answered my prayer Your hand touching my skin Makes me want to sin Your smile makes me want to tear Time is funny with how it works Reality is around the corner and lurks My dream of having love Flew like a dove Now I’m surrounded by jerks Don’t forget love is complex Even when you don’t have *** Remember the rule of three To be set free Or at the end you would be hexed
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Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 2:34 PM UTC
Loves Final Warning
I decided to gather some Intell To find some skulls and antlers But I never thought I would be found In the forest The first place to find the deer skulls And antlers But alas the fall leaves Are in the way of the sights and sounds I try to uncover everything But there we just too many leaves But I shall try another day to find the bones I want For my healing, Healing that I need to do After a horrible relationship A relationship that boardered on abusive Psychologically abusive! Seeing the forest I see my hospital My pharmacy and my doctors office We should still be intouch with nature And reap the benefits emotionally and physically When we still can Skulls, antlers and crystals my medication Other than the crap from the actual drug store! As some people find this strange and even evil, It is a more healthy coping mechanism Than the ******* bottle or the drugs, or cigarettes! I find anything is better then the bottle or destructive Behaviours of man That is why I got to the forest to find Heal and This is my hospital This forest Is my doctors office And pharmacy As well as my western medication too This helps me cope with life and loss! So why don’t you go out in the bush and find something. This thanksgiving I am thankful for the nature And it’s healing properties
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Oct 14, 2025
Oct 14, 2025 at 4:03 PM UTC
Skulls and antlers
Your love came with a mirror — always turned toward you. Every ache I carried became your stage, each tear a script you rewrote until my grief wore your name. You call me selfish for bleeding in silence, cold for curling into myself when the world splits open inside my ribs. But you never learned the language of my wounds, only the echo of your own hunger. I taught my voice to disappear at the sound of your temper, hid my heart deep in the hollows of my chest so it would not become your target. I bowed to your shifting weather, set my boundaries aflame just to keep your thunder from splitting me open. You call this love — but real love fills, it doesn’t empty. It holds me close without erasing me, lets me stand beside you without fading to shadow. I am learning the sharpness of my own outline, the sacred violence of choosing myself. I am learning to hold my pulse in my own palms, to stitch my heart back together without apology. One day, you will call me heartless. You will say I turned cold, that I stopped trying. But I did not stop. I started — to breathe, to rise, to exist beyond the echo of your need. I gathered the shards of the woman I was, the one who bent and bled and begged to be seen. I learned to kiss my own scars, to trace each fracture as a map back home. From the ashes of your endless guilting demands, I built a quiet garden, where my laughter echoes without fear, where no one questions its tone or rewrites my words. My body is no longer a battlefield, but a soft terrain, now free to be touched with reverence, not claimed in conquest. I found the wild in my veins again — the witch who once danced beneath the stars, who sang secrets to the moon with salt on her lips, who carried entire storms inside her ribcage and called them her magic. I am not heartless. I am not cold. I am a woman remade in flame, wearing the smoke as a crown, singing to the morning as my own name takes root. I am the bloom after the burning, the breath after the breaking, the softness that survives the blade. Watch me — unfurl into everything you never dared to say I couldn’t be, radiant and ruthless in my becoming. Unapologetic. Untamed. Unstoppable.
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Jul 15, 2025
Jul 15, 2025 at 2:02 AM UTC
The Crushing Sound Of Silence
Your love came with a mirror — always turned toward you. Every ache I carried became your stage, each tear a script you rewrote until my grief wore your name. You call me selfish for bleeding in silence, cold for curling into myself when the world splits open inside my ribs. But you never learned the language of my wounds, only the echo of your own hunger. I taught my voice to disappear at the sound of your temper, hid my heart deep in the hollows of my chest so it would not become your target. I bowed to your shifting weather, set my boundaries aflame just to keep your thunder from splitting me open. You call this love — but real love fills, it doesn’t empty. It holds me close without erasing me, lets me stand beside you without fading to shadow. I am learning the sharpness of my own outline, the sacred violence of choosing myself. I am learning to hold my pulse in my own palms, to stitch my heart back together without apology. One day, you will call me heartless. You will say I turned cold, that I stopped trying. But I did not stop. I started — to breathe, to rise, to exist beyond the echo of your need. I gathered the shards of the woman I was, the one who bent and bled and begged to be seen. I learned to kiss my own scars, to trace each fracture as a map back home. From the ashes of your endless guilting demands, I built a quiet garden, where my laughter echoes without fear, where no one questions its tone or rewrites my words. My body is no longer a battlefield, but a soft terrain, now free to be touched with reverence, not claimed in conquest. I found the wild in my veins again — the witch who once danced beneath the stars, who sang secrets to the moon with salt on her lips, who carried entire storms inside her ribcage and called them her magic. I am not heartless. I am not cold. I am a woman remade in flame, wearing the smoke as a crown, singing to the morning as my own name takes root. I am the bloom after the burning, the breath after the breaking, the softness that survives the blade. Watch me — unfurl into everything you never dared to say I couldn’t be, radiant and ruthless in my becoming. Unapologetic. Untamed. Unstoppable.
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Green winds from North Coins. Fertile & stable Death, rebirth it's course The Mother of Earth, her gable Air of wisdom pours from East Gusts of swords, yellow Worry, strife, ceased Breath of life bellows The Father, wands of fire From South this fecundity Burning red with desire Brings destruction & creativity Cleansing water flows from West Cups filled with healing blue Emotions & passion to behest Soft & consecrating. Divination true May the four winds fill your sails The boon of a wanderer's soul Traveling minstrel, spin your tales Be set free with all your love to dole
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Feb 14, 2024
Feb 14, 2024 at 1:44 PM UTC
Four Winds
And through my death, I have been initiated by the dark goddesses that dance under the forbidden moonlight, into my birthright, to truly be alive.
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Nov 11, 2023
Nov 11, 2023 at 3:59 PM UTC
Hekate.
The mage with her sage was cleaning her cage imagining tragedy's angels engage She erected a sigil protecting her vigil a palindrome had in Rome angst to assuage As she brought out her cards she thought of the bards *had her spirit inherited some of their ways?* When she put them away she had nothing to say and the guides of her writing were silent for days
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Mar 3, 2022
Mar 3, 2022 at 10:01 PM UTC
The Silent Mage
The mage with her sage was cleaning her cage imagining tragedy's angels engage She erected a sigil protecting her vigil a palindrome had in Rome angst to assuage As she brought out her cards she thought of the bards *had her spirit inherited some of their ways?* When she put them away she had cart loads to say and the guides of her writing stayed by her for days!
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Mar 3, 2022
Mar 3, 2022 at 10:01 PM UTC
The Inspired Mage
trapped and helpless, hopeless and tied, she looks in the mirror, while covering her own eyes.
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May 10, 2021
May 10, 2021 at 3:17 AM UTC
eight of swords
There is something in the air no more ice nor vampire lairs The sun rules over night and brings forth all things bright And the flowers greet him with glee all shining and rising among the **** As the maiden smiles to her tummy her child smiles back in the shape of a bunny It's the breath of spring, balance and growth with it brings So let us blossom my dear make our intention and power clear
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Mar 20, 2021
Mar 20, 2021 at 6:10 AM UTC
Ostara
I take this life and love With my hands at my side And heart wide open The warmth of candles On my cool and steady mind Her light hits my face And her energy fills my cup I drink what she offers I give her everything in return
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Dec 26, 2020
Dec 26, 2020 at 11:27 PM UTC
Mother Moon
The spirit of these long dead men Be found to live in me again And just the same when I am gone Our spirit guide our children on
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Nov 16, 2020
Nov 16, 2020 at 5:50 PM UTC
Graveyard Meditation
Wild spirit dancing under Moonlit sky bathing in Her nocturnal essence Artemis Diana Hecate Shadow twisting around the fire kissing naked skin toes skimming in exultation Maiden Mother Crone ...
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Jul 13, 2020
Jul 13, 2020 at 12:18 AM UTC
She Walks in Beauty
i sit in the bathtub surrounded by lit candle wicks allowing tears to flow feeling the comforting cleansing of the water wash over me gently as i connect to my breath the new moon allows for manifestations and new beginnings so, i grab pen and paper and jot down: when i see myself in the mirror i want to look deep within and see the divine being i am instead of someone i wish not to be i wish to cultivate self-love, stillness and harmony; giving myself the space to slow down and reconnect while loving myself tenderly for all that i am i wish to spread this love of self unto others in my life and to the collective beings on the planet in hopes that they too will see the beauty that is already within them thanking the four elements: earth, air, fire and water for their guidance and protection, i step out of the bathtub blow out the candles dry myself off and step out of the sacred space releasing my intentions into the wild.
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May 23, 2020
May 23, 2020 at 3:25 AM UTC
new moon ritual.
She dances moonsoaked and citrine with pale paper skin, smooth palms open toward the sky and from her desert-kissed lips spill wildflower prayers. She knows she is but  a fleeting impression  against the canvas of the night so she betrays all her silver secrets to the all too eager wind who whisks them away to some dusky autumnal den.
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Mar 12, 2020
Mar 12, 2020 at 12:04 AM UTC
Witch of Sage and Sorrow
Purple, shiny with edges, nooks, and crannies Light bounces off and dances along the walls
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Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 1:26 PM UTC
Amethyst
A Wiccan woman Sits Starting At her witch ball And off to space As she contemplates life
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Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 9:41 PM UTC
Wiccan thought.
burning, burning, sacred wood; cleanse the air that lives around me. with quartz, and sapphires and emeralds I pray, please o' please, keep me safe, keep me grounded.
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May 29, 2019
May 29, 2019 at 12:27 AM UTC
palo santo
I guess the spring king has risen Protruding from her wisdom Growing fire everyday Not to burn but grow and stay. Willing death in these life making wombs Raising up guilt like a coffin exhume, All of the chaos don't dare to presume All of the synthetic **** you assume. I think we are one but divided by views I see a six while you see the news Resurrected from Styx and your fate I allude But to the state and the stars you ******* collude. I think we are one but divided by news Media slant only shows you some views Karmic imbalance yes the West it accrued Born in a storm all the East children slewed. Resurrect the Goddess & see the Summer King burn Alive for to long his essence a concern Abrahamic in nature foretells us our urns Prospering marigold an infernal season turns.
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Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 1:03 PM UTC
Spring King
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.
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Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 5:41 PM UTC
The witch hunt
Cigarette burnt skin Rise from within Marks of the mind Memories unfold Unraveled and intertwined The moments were left short Though all traces last Falling to the sky Racing lungs bite Pinching and clutching breath What is the punishment of lust? Could their loves be condemned?
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Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 9:03 AM UTC
Rune
watch the ball of fire slowly trickle into the rubble as the young lady’s smile turns upside down her crystals lay so peacefully upon her cauldron shelf the book in which her spells lay is magic like the stars the candles are dancing with fire around the a big book watch the ball of fire fly above the rubble spitting fireworks into smoke and her frown into a smile
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Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 11:22 AM UTC
young lady with crystals
candles light up her room it smells like herbs and flowers fall is her favorite season she enjoys the rain while dancing trough the woods barefooted she's one with nature and the sun but in love with the moon
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Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 3:39 PM UTC
she's a witch