#wicca
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.
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 6:26 AM UTC
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
Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 2:34 PM UTC
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
Oct 14, 2025
Oct 14, 2025 at 4:03 PM UTC
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.
Jul 15, 2025
Jul 15, 2025 at 2:02 AM UTC
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
Feb 14, 2024
Feb 14, 2024 at 1:44 PM UTC
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.
Nov 11, 2023
Nov 11, 2023 at 3:59 PM UTC
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
Mar 3, 2022
Mar 3, 2022 at 10:01 PM UTC
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!
Mar 3, 2022
Mar 3, 2022 at 10:01 PM UTC
trapped and helpless,
hopeless and tied,
she looks in the mirror,
while covering her own eyes.
May 10, 2021
May 10, 2021 at 3:17 AM UTC
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
Mar 20, 2021
Mar 20, 2021 at 6:10 AM UTC
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
Dec 26, 2020
Dec 26, 2020 at 11:27 PM UTC
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
Nov 16, 2020
Nov 16, 2020 at 5:50 PM UTC
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
...
Jul 13, 2020
Jul 13, 2020 at 12:18 AM UTC
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.
May 23, 2020
May 23, 2020 at 3:25 AM UTC
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.
Mar 12, 2020
Mar 12, 2020 at 12:04 AM UTC
Purple, shiny with edges, nooks, and crannies
Light bounces off and dances along the walls
Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 1:26 PM UTC
A Wiccan woman
Sits
Starting
At her witch ball
And off to space
As she contemplates life
Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 9:41 PM UTC
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.
May 29, 2019
May 29, 2019 at 12:27 AM UTC
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.
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 1:03 PM UTC
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.
Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 5:41 PM UTC
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?
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 9:03 AM UTC
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
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 11:22 AM UTC
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
Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 3:39 PM UTC