witch
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Où se trouvent ces crapauds
Qui crachent sur notre tête ?
Où sont-ils, ces sales bêtes
Unable to find the term: Christian witch
a contridiction
story of my life
I am both
and for beleving in my God I feel other witches have a harrd time teaching me
The Yule log burns embers deep and bright
in the dark and dense woods.
The wind flies high in the sky
the birds follow its path.
The thunder roars in the sky
and the fire only grows brighter.
It was her coffin she carved
One of wood and one of stone
But it’s the day she died
That still lies quite unknown
Eyelids teeth and fingernails clipping
Something said
Rub the egg against your belly
Bits and pieces stuck in my head
Coming back all in time
I remember being 5 when it all started
The voices came first
gay before they made it
calm before it quaked
so there i like to save em
call me luv, call me anything.,
today, on this super full moon
i am fire.,
i claim boldly my request desire:
See my memories of my grandma’s kitchen is not like that of yours
It didn’t smell like lavender or fresh lemon detergent
They called her a writer.
A witch.
A Manipulator of words.
Etching them into corners,
Onto walls,
Abandoned buildings,
Blood red lips kiss the mouths of stained glass bottles.
Bottoms up, seal it shut with a cobblestone cork.
It’s almost religious; it’s almost romantic
Day by day, night by night,
The witch would spend alone with fright
She couldn’t contain it nor control it
But she couldn’t resist the thought:
“Cake…”
“… pie…”
The brother and sister ride silently in the car
They are used to this
Being taken somewhere and then left behind
The boy throws his gummy snacks out the window
Once, I walked -A studly lass, I, of grass and chalk.Picnic baskets, summer breeze,The air of new kin call out to meBut alas, t'was I who hadn't answered.
When Hansel’s old parents were all poor and ragged
They left him to fend for himself
With nothing to hold but the shoes on his feet
And the Griddle from on top the shelf
In a different life things would be bliss,
And I would not have the need to search the words to dis
You and the curse brought upon my family’s life.
Without the necessity to fight upon your wicked knife
There was an old lady deep in the forest
Her house was much sweeter than all of the rest.
The walls were of cookie, chocolate and sugar
She was cunning,
She could read you like a book,
If you even considered cheating,
Just the mere thought of it,
She was onto you,
If you glanced 2 seconds to long at the hot girl jogging by,
What have I done wrong
that you do this to me
I cannot sleep well at night
Thinking for you always
I never remember the wrong that I have done
That you distance yourself from me
I can run
You can't hide
A fortnight ago
I swore you died.
I watched as you burned
Flesh cracked and turned
black as the night.
Not a star in sight.
I watched you melt away
As I look out my window on Haalloween night
Oh, wha a fright?
Te stars above
Ca how me love
The on
Makes me son
Ihave no urniture, as you can seSo I must sit on e loor,t be
Inthi Hunted house
A killer of beasts
Thats what I am.
A soldier of God.
He has chosen me
to destroy the Evil.
All of the weak;
a suffering man.
the devil persists,
but I am to protect
She came treading pale footsteps,
in the light of eternal moon,
broken rays intertwining in twigs and leaves,
Here’s a silly poem I came up with. Disclaimer: It is NOT to be taken seriously. I was inspired by a Limerick poem which is meant to be silly and weird. Often times they make little to no sense at all.
Shudder and scream!
A witch grows near!
This is not a dream,
for the witch is here.
History is wrong.
A bad story told
for far too long.
Walking the halls
Is harder than you think
Losing friends
Can happen in a blink
Having stress
And feeling depressed
Are all the things
I'm trying to express
Hopes and dreams crash like a meteor falling
The outcome is inevitable, so why are you stalling?
You knew what would happen; who would win
How could anyone love you? You’ve committed too many a sin.
