Category Archives: Witching Poetry!

The witch and the needle

This witch once reached for a needleto do nothing morethan patch some socks.And there it had already happened:she was a woman with a needle. This witch now was a creaturethat had always been therealways been right next to you,but now seemed capableto rip this world apart. Has this witch ever doneanything else thanpatching some socksContinue reading “The witch and the needle”

Ice cream and daydreams

When walking homemy arms full ofa box of donuts and a cup of ice cream,I was so sad. I was so sadand I was wearing blackand even hiding half my face under a dark cloth,and I cried. I criedand you never knewhow sad I was and it made mecry even more. It made mecry evenContinue reading “Ice cream and daydreams”

Dreaming of kissing strangers

Missing those times, when there were just strangers. Discovering those eyes of his,and how they conquer the world,and are wounds ripped into this face,giving a clear view into shadows. Missing those times, when coffee and cake made up another witching dream. When skin on skin was thoughtand a beating heartgave away a violet sparkle. MissingContinue reading “Dreaming of kissing strangers”

I need another witching dream!

There is a new day to begin,There is a stranger to become familiar.But there is no voice to be found down this throat.There is a space which had once been filled with something, and now seems to be shrinking. Maybe it was lost,flew out while screaming too loud,and is now wandering the night as anContinue reading “I need another witching dream!”

If it were

I wish it were deadly enough to give me one last kiss after which I could honeslty say goodbye and leave in peace. Not completely in peace.But still with a sweet,and sparkling,and ticklingof lifethat makes it possible to to greet deathwith lips just kissedand skin just touchedand needs just satisfied. I wish it were deadlyContinue reading “If it were”

You wanted to know how the Basilisk kills, boy.

You wanted to know how the Basilisk kills, boy.You wanted to breath the same air as the most vivid witching dream that bound the dream of having you to this broken chest. You wanted to feel the poisonous dream climbing out of this mind spiraling around sensing you, infecting the air with the deepest desireContinue reading “You wanted to know how the Basilisk kills, boy.”

Tomorrow never came

Eyes ripped into this facegiving away darkness.Something‘s hiding deep inside,not wanting to be seen,but still waiting for eyes, for thoughts to be gentle. You let me look into it,You let me explore them,and I wanted to reach out to them,and put my hands, my lips, my words onto whereveryour soul was leaking out. Why rushContinue reading “Tomorrow never came”

Dystopia lives

Surviving DystopiaSurviving the bearing of a heart,an oh! – so beating heart.Surviving meansit is still beating,and Dystopia means,it bears dark things. Waves of horrorand waves of agonywhen second for secondand minute for minutethrough eternity after alwaysthe heart asks for thingsthis world no longer displays. Until the skinburned up in desireonce tickled and floodedwith warmth fromContinue reading “Dystopia lives”

Of all the tales that could have been

Dreams tainted in blood,having become a shadow on an empty wall to stare at,embracing the echo of a sparkle having died within a lost moment in time.Just let it drown. Hidden deep inside,the part with all the warmth and the oh!-so beating heart,that urges to wake up and fight for things so close to theContinue reading “Of all the tales that could have been”

Of all the things that never were

Hope for worlds to collide, crash into each other, and merge and change, take little things from each other, and become something new. But there was only a moment, in which two worlds gently touched. A second for a soft and tickling heartbeat to promise something. Something to never happen, but still leave a scar,Continue reading “Of all the things that never were”

Vanilla and death

Vanilla scented horror, when she‘s dying. What to do, when out of daydreams?Unable to wish for things, to dream.When the world has turned into something.Something that does not require us.But inside we still exist. I am barely a person anymore, because I‘ve been vibrating too much on that last frequency, so that no light wouldContinue reading “Vanilla and death”

I am

A chapter to be closed.To be closed, but also having been full of moments to explore.Ending with relief.Releasing you back into your world. I am a chapter to be closed.I am something to be done with.Something to get over with.I am still here, I have to be. I am a chapter I must never close,Continue reading “I am”

A leaking soul

I bleed like Vanilla. Why is he not here to lick my leaking soul? My leaking soul that loses sweet daydreams everywhere it goes as small drops of joy turning into a sea to drown in. Why aren‘t his eyes, his lips, his hands closer to the hole that opened up, that his presence openedContinue reading “A leaking soul”

Drowning

How come, he was the one to let me drown? How come, he was the one to push? Did he? No, he just left. How come, he was the one to leave? He had left, and the blood inside this veins was dry. And as you know, witches have transformed themselves into something from beyond.Continue reading “Drowning”