These days were not dark.They also weren‘t light.They were noise.Sometimes yellow.But mostly gray. And she was not waiting anymore.But wishing for things, still.And into the distance that wasn‘t even one,but rather an empty hole,she whispered: „Oh, if the world hadn‘t hurt you!If only your eyes would sparkle!And if the world hadn‘t scarred me.And if onlyContinue reading “To the one chasing the nightmare”
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Skin needs to feel
This one is about wanting to feel everything, but escaping the pain.About needing the world to release the right sensation deep within.Because skin needs to feel it!But please, skip the pain! One of the few classical German writers I ever liked to read once asked in one of his poems where he was supposed toContinue reading “Skin needs to feel”
Tale about growth
If you had seen her grow, she would have become a flower.Blooming in the rain.With roots deep in the ground.With the earth embracing her.And holding her through storm, thunder and rain.With a blossom welcoming the sun.But she grew without your eyes.Without your thoughts and words.And they left an empty space.An empty space to fall into.TheyContinue reading “Tale about growth”
This never was a home!
„Maybe, it never even was a home“, my witch whispers a reminder into my ears as the train flies along fields and the raindrops start to paint onto the landscapes, with the scent of our Vanilla Latte warming up my soul. Maybe it never was.Not if it left a heart like this.Not if it brokeContinue reading “This never was a home!”
Who the hell is safe?
Late at night, when the earth is shaking and thunder is pushing the skies to rain down, one may wonder how to be safe. When the sleep just won‘t sooth away the pile of unopened letters and unsaid words, the desire to not feel their threat anymore awakens. Who the hell is safe from harm?Continue reading “Who the hell is safe?”
What is left to feel?
Have you ever felt a hope that burned so bright and was risking so much that it completely absorbed you?I have felt such a hope very recently.It was not a happy feeling, not a good one as such. It was defiant. It meant fighting what I thought the world was telling me. I wanted toContinue reading “What is left to feel?”
Tale about moonless nights
To see the moon turn bloody the other night, my witch and I took a late walk, and as we came across a part of the forest which I always loved to see in nights enlightened by the moon and feared deeply in the dark nights of its absence, I admitted to her how thoseContinue reading “Tale about moonless nights”
Tale about losing you
“Once I considered you a friend, But then you said that things were going to be fine when all that ever was were waves of death leaving no air to breathe. Once I considered you a lover, But then you promised to come back although you saw the path connecting us on fire. And IContinue reading “Tale about losing you”
About the instability of things
Living during what could easily be the end of the longest era of (more or less) global stability has an awful lot of things to do with people either not realizing it, or enjoying the collapse of things far too much. To the first ones: Do you remember this proverb about setting things free? ThisContinue reading “About the instability of things”
Tale about desperate words
In that moment which I am now writing about, the world had been leaking, wounded and sour, and my witch had been fallen down on her knees, and had been pleading once more with the one who owned her witching heart. And of the many words that could have left her lips in that moment,Continue reading “Tale about desperate words”
Witching healings
Once there were nights whose deep blue was sparkling and was vibrating on that frequency of a wonderful melody. Those sparkles were a warm and cozy orange, and the melody was one to lift you up without ever losing hold. Those nights tasted like ice cream and wine and had sugar sprinkles on them. „So,Continue reading “Witching healings”
About all the wrong moments in time
The moment when something is wrong likes to arrive with a drumming. A deep and sudden drumming that can be felt deep in the stomach … Or even only there? I have been close to writing the first moment in the life of my witch when something was seriously wrong, but something kept me fromContinue reading “About all the wrong moments in time”
Tale about kisses and tears
„The horror of having a body is that of hoping for it to last long enough to fulfill the dream within the head“, I tell my witch over our midnight tea. Let us cook the blood out of these sheetsand season itwith kisses and with tears.In a world made of last timeslet us ask forjustContinue reading “Tale about kisses and tears”
Dystopia blossoming – impressions from the witching garden
My thoughts today are in my witching garden. I don‘t even have a garden, but for some time within the past lockdowns I have helped a friend with his while hiding away in there from everything going on around me, and since my sweat pants radius has grown with each of these times for aContinue reading “Dystopia blossoming – impressions from the witching garden”
At least we burned
„You do have an issue with people leaving“, my witch giggles into our hot chocolate as we watch the first snow cover the fields once more. Is this really all there isat the endof the lightat least we burnedat least this once? And if this is really allwhere does painand where thosetears come fromthat shadowContinue reading “At least we burned”
Reality in Dystopia!
If you‘re rushing fast enough, you will stop to see colors, or to distinguish noises. Everything becomes a blur with no real shapes in it.No real moments, no real experiences, and no real feelings.That sounds quite, convenient, right? To just never engage in anything long enough for it to really leave an impression, a traceContinue reading “Reality in Dystopia!”
The homelessness of witching
„Imagine if these walls could talk“, my mother once said to me on a day in summer, while we were sitting in front of our former home with all our things packed in boxes, and I had wondered what she had wanted to imply.Was the story that had been leading up to us sitting hereContinue reading “The homelessness of witching”
How to kill a witch
A witch is not easy to get rid of.They cling to life with the persistence of all the joy their demonic lover ever offered them.There are gruesome tales about people only hanging their witches, and burrying them outside their city walls, only to find them roaming the forest at night. A poor soul had toContinue reading “How to kill a witch”
I don’t want to live in this world anymore
I want to live in a worldin which there is a youand in which there is a meand sometimes an usand not onlywhen the sun shiningbut also in shadows. I want to live in a worldin which we can meetand share our cinnamonand wine at midnightand in which I couldwalk on to youand also leaveContinue reading “I don’t want to live in this world anymore”
Through Dystopia’s eyes
She was fragile in those hands of his, scarred by a scattered world.She was aching when touched by skin that was used to find wounds bleeding to death.She was crippled in those eyes, used to storms and thunder with seeds drowning.But sometimes, when she was smiling, her eyes were round, so unexpected round and sparkling.DidContinue reading “Through Dystopia’s eyes”
Silent Goodbyes
I know that I will never get you back. I just don’t want to be ok with it. You showed me a world that tasted like Ice cream and wine Chocolate at midnight A melody in spring And tea when it’s raining. This new world has no place for us. No tiny, white cups. NoContinue reading “Silent Goodbyes”
Demon poetry!
„Together we can bend the borders of this world,and break reality apart“,is what they might have whispered,when this witch was falling. It may have been Beli,who would have you swearagainst the cruel hands ofyour fathers‘.There is also Belz,who collects those soulsthat have gone lostand finds for thema place to be.Maybe it was Tanas,winning every argument,orContinue reading “Demon poetry!”
A moment for demons!
In every witching life, there will be a moment to kick you over the edge and make you look for your demon.Maybe, you ran into a glass door, or let fall a box that had made to several people safely before it reached you – in this moment, when any measures of safety click offContinue reading “A moment for demons!”
Will you take over my horizon?
When you leftso did coffee and jazz musicgood books and artoil paintings and wine. The world was drowningin blue and in silenceinstead of orange and witand rose and a smile. But time has passedand I have found coffeeand music and wineand paintings in raindrops. Maybe, you will take over my horizon one day. „I loveContinue reading “Will you take over my horizon?”
Tale about darkness
„Have you ever wished for all of it to never have happened?“, I ask my witch as we change our scented candles from summer‘s garden flower to autumn‘s cinnamon, and Layla smiles wickedly sad. Being broken means laying scatteredas pieces ready to be takenand be put togetherfor just another attempt. I threw my heart outandContinue reading “Tale about darkness”
The upbringing of a witch
„What does being an adult even mean?“, I ask my witch at midnight with a huge cupcake and unopened letters in my hands. Since I grew up in a family that would not let you count as an adult without being married, an own house and a baby at least on the way, I amContinue reading “The upbringing of a witch”
A witching promise
I’ll come back. I’ll be back. I’ll come back to haunt you. “I’ll come back to haunt you, once I’ve drowned”, my witch sighed deep into our bottle of wine. We have not done this in months. I got busy with things which I had assumed would be easier but turned out to be aContinue reading “A witching promise”
Tale about a witching sense.
The hole you ripped inside this soul is one beyond repair. It‘s one that has been for longer than you think,and has been leaking now and then,when the wind was coldand the windows of houseswere warm and cozy in the distancetoo far in the distance. While ripped open, this soul could recognize what it hadContinue reading “Tale about a witching sense.”
For one thing to survive
Once I saw you when the sky was pink,but I want to see you when the sky is golden.Once I saw you in a storm,but I want to see you when it‘s raining.In a world constantly breaking,I want to keep you,to give one thing a chanceto survive. „Whenever I‘m hoping, I can feel someone laughingContinue reading “For one thing to survive”
My darkness fell for you
One lookand your eyes were on mewere all over meleft a sparkleand my darkness fell for you. You looked at me.At least you looked at me. Did you look at me and decided against me?Did you look at me and thought of coming back later?Did you look at me and did something scare you? IContinue reading “My darkness fell for you”
Mistress witch writes 