The witches speak a language
clearer than my mother's, the edge
of a blade, crack of broken glass,
silky slide of sin, come in, come in, in
my ear, a soft patting drum, the
spell bound lullaby
they croak and coo, all manner of
tone and it is sweet as the summer
tongue growing fat on hand cart ice cream
pops, brisk as the Boston cabbies,
neither here nor there, they are
ever here evermore. They are
inside me, flapper dancing
the pelvis bones, acutely out of
style and carefree, they have me,
the potion's daughter, their invitation
sheer formality. I am in, I am
in, I am deep
at the bottom of the cauldron.
Do you dare consume me? The woman
wh
I always wear the colour black
As it reflects my inner mood
Black is the absence of colour
Now I feel the absence of you
Black is my inert, withered heart
Immobilised since you’ve been gone
A vacuous hole of nothing
Lifeless, vapid and monochrome
Black is the frayed material
Of the grim reaper’s deathly cloak
So in the darkest evening sky
You would never see his approach
Black is the colour and the shade
Of the star speckled, moonlit sky
And the shadow which you once cast
In the early morning sunshine
Black is my weeping mascara
As down my face the tears will stream
From the little puddles of ink
My pupils nowhere to be seen
I look into your glittering eyes,
and I see the reflection of everything I am.
I think about you often,
and I wonder what you think about.
I wonder what you like & don't.
Each time I see you again, I can't breathe.
You make me speechless and I want to stay in your eyes forever.
When I cannot speak words,
you simply give me a perfect, brilliant smile,
and yet again,
I am breathless.
From the first moment I saw you,
I knew that there was something different about you.
Your beauty shocks me,
I fall down in surprise.
I can't believe you're in my life.
Something so delicate,
yet so far away.
Something so beautiful,
but hidden
Her eyes glinted gold
and her lips tasted of star-dust,
in the right light her smile was
full of allure, but an unknown
shadow belied concealed cruelty.
Gilded fingers beckoned
and desire followed
in a blind lust, but she
reveled only half-truths.
She demanded more
than just a soul or a life
for fidelity, she could
take everything in a breath.
Her offerings unpredictable,
to rise or fall at a flick
of her eye brow,
she remained indifferent to
devotion, however earnest.
Acting upon whims all her own,
effortlessly she became disinterested,
constantly sacrifice must be offered
to appease her.
She laughed at misfortune
☆ Nickname (Use): Missy ☆ Real Name (Do not Use): Melissa ☆ Age: 29 ☆ Location: Winnipeg Manitoba, Canada ☆ Zodiac Sign: Scorpio ☆ Chinese Zodiac: Ox ☆ Element: Water ☆ Sexual Orientation: Pomosexual ☆ If to be Labeled: Lesbian & Two-Spirit ☆ Interested In: Women ☆ Relationship Status: Single and NOT looing ☆ Followed Path: Wicca and Pagan ☆ Body Modifications: Tongue, Nose, Navel, Ears Stretched (6 g), and Four ear piercing's. ☆ Body Ink: Two (more to come) ☆ Looking For: Friend's & Pen-Pals
I am an aspiring Writer, Artist, Poet and Author. You could say; I'm a walking Book that you can't read easily. Art is what I breathe and Art is what will Kill me.. I believe. It's my Scapegoat and you'll never find a Poet like me, I write about anything and everything. Where I get my source of Inspiration.. I have no clue. Could be the natural causes of living that inspire, or the everyday emotions that drive me to express. Usually when I write, It puts me in some kind of Possession and everything becomes clearer when my thoughts are on paper and my pen is survival. If I do not write, I will go Crazy.. when I feel there's nothing or no one to turn too, Poetry will be there to guide me along the way.
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It would be like "Rating others Work" only with Comments.
I don't know a lot of People on this site anymore.
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Tell me. I want to know.
All in Good Conversation (Comments) will Provide me with the Techniques to Perfect my Writing if it's not Good, or Bad. Or whatever.
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Life. As I know it.. Starting Fresh. Starting New. And a New Beginning.
As of recent, I Quit my Job to DO WHAT I WANT TO DO! No interference by the Parental Unit.. (Ex: Dad). I feel Motivated, Inspired, Encouraged and Strong going on my Path to Greatness. Nobody to tell me what to do. Following my own Rules, Decisions and Choices.
For once, I'm going to be Independant for Myself and myself only. All my Life, my decisions have been made up for me. Leaving me no Freedom to do what I want, when I want. When especially, I know what's better for me since I'm walking in my own shoes. I feel really Good and Happy for Quitting my job as I wasn't re
I have been a Poet for a very long, long time and still continue to write as my Soul desires and my Skill gets Stronger. The only thing that would STOP me from Writing is the Title of this Entry! I would really appreciate it if NOBODY stole my Works of Art from me, whether it be Good or Bad. It's still my Artwork. And I do declare the facts that if I see it being Published.. (something that I'm working on slowly to accomplish). I will FIGHT for my pieces that are Stolen.. If need the Stupidty to do so, your Actions will be Embarressed from my means of getting even.
~*Blessed Be*~
May I ask you some questions about paganism? You seem to know more about me, and I'm still learning, so I like to ask those who know more than me, rather than just googling everything.