I carry witching words with me to remind me of my dream of empathy. These spells are written for shared darkness and the dream of empathy in leaking souls. My dream of empathy.
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Tale of hearts and needles
Tonight‘s tale is about a precious thing.Precious enough to have the witch, the quiet girl, the weird one gather all her courage and say:„We were too good for this world!“Too good to exist within it?Where to find the path to walk, the place to rest?Where, if together you are nothing but the dream of howContinue reading “Tale of hearts and needles”
This skin needs to feel!
This skin needs to feel.It needs to feel for me to last. This skin needs the light to sparkle,providing a tickling,to reach behind the surfaceto heart and soul.It needs to warm up,to sometimes burn.This skin can play with fire. This skin needs the rain,as icy drops to feel like needles,but leave it whole.It needs theContinue reading “This skin needs to feel!”
When two souls gently touch
„When I see you“ were words whispered through a breath daring enough to outlast Dystopia, as soft as it was. When I see you,I am not afraid of pain unbearableI open my chestI leak out in front of youPlease drown in meWhen I see you,I find the final frequencyI sing the very last one ofContinue reading “When two souls gently touch”
The dream of love and chocolate!
„Why is it always terrible things that are thought to belong in life?“, I ask my witch over a midnight coffee. Why always those that hurt and are unbearable?Why heartbreak and falling apart?Why never friendship and chimney fire?Never love and chocolate.Why still the shards left behind by things once loved?Those shards, still good enough toContinue reading “The dream of love and chocolate!”
“Have you put your trust in the right one?”
Have you put your trust in the right one?The one who dares to ride the tides of the universe?Someone who never forgets?Who tinks of you longingly,when drowning in its flood? Or did you lose your heart with the other one?The one who is more of a flickering light?Born in thunder, it flashes up.When it lostContinue reading ““Have you put your trust in the right one?””
Tale about the darkest shades
“Darkness comes in so many shades.Yours I had never seen before.I almost did not notice.It was a cloud in a passionate storm.The thunder forced you to hide.The sky that was purple for meburned your eyes. I was once therewhen you opened them up again.A light cut through darkness.Vanilla scented and burning bright.You had found yourContinue reading “Tale about the darkest shades”
Lost in poetry (in pictures)
My witch taught me to have my my spells ready whenever needed and in these images, I collected one that I used whenever I needed a reminder that the winter will end and the sun will rise again. And that the path is not going to disappear, as soon as I close my eyes. BecauseContinue reading “Lost in poetry (in pictures)”
A hunger to live!
Have you ever felt a hunger to live?With a throat soar from screaming,but ready to sing? Maybe, she felt a hunger to live,when her voice became many,she didn‘t know how to choosebut spokewith lips that had been bitten,in tongues that were confused. Have you ever feltthat your heart could beat fasterif only your lungs couldContinue reading “A hunger to live!”
“Ruin me!” in pictures
I carry around my witching poetry like little spells. I have already shown you, and I thought it was time for a new one. The words I wanted to show you tonight were some I had thought to carry around and used more often than I actually did. I wrote the poem “Ruin me, Baby”Continue reading ““Ruin me!” in pictures”
“We’re fighting demons tonight!”
We‘re fighting demons tonight! Do you know you‘re demons?Do you hang out with them?Have a talk and let the souls leak? „We‘re fighting demons tonight“, my witch giggles. „With iced coffee at midnight.“ Do you know where your demons hide?Because, they‘re not easy to spot.They sit in the heart,right where it‘s broken.They fill in aContinue reading ““We’re fighting demons tonight!””
Tale about the hurt
„Did it hurt?“, the witch asked the one with the most terrifying mask on, as she mended wounds the world had never seen. „Did it hurtwhen we touchedor was it just the thoughtthat I mighthide my claws? Did it hurtwhen we kissedor was it just the thoughtthat I mighthide my teeth? Did it hurtwhen weContinue reading “Tale about the hurt”
Remember me!
“There is one thing I would like you to know.I do.Yes, I do.I remember you. No matter where you are.You’re all over the world.You’re all over my heart.And I still remember you. There is one thing I would like to know.After all this time that passed us,left rings in wood and birthed new stars,do youContinue reading “Remember me!”
Tale for magic to come
„Can I live my life from moment to moment?“, I ask my witch as we wait for a thunderstorm to relieve the sky. One of my favourites tasted like Vanilla.A moment of Vanilla and burned matches.In scented candle light, I had been waiting. My soul had yearned.The moment I had yearned for had smelled likeContinue reading “Tale for magic to come”
Tale about the different kind
The witch had a body of a different kind. Where other skin was smooth, hers made an exception!Here and there it was dry,sometimes displayed the marks evenof those days in er past. Where some bodies were round, her curves were more!Breasts to get lost in,harder to overlook,for she blossomed so intensely. Where hearts were beating,Continue reading “Tale about the different kind”
Tale about a bespelled heart
“You put a spell on me!” When she was,His chest was burning.When she spoke,He wished for her to sing.When she moved,His body yearned to follow.Wherever she went,To her home.Where she would rest,Would change her clothes,Would clean her skin.Or even further,Into the forest,Where she would sing.Would pick up flowers.Or receive secretly kisses.She made him do this,HeContinue reading “Tale about a bespelled heart”
A tale to last!
„I want to last long enough“, the witch whispers. To climb up those stairs,To sit by the window,and inhale the sunsetwishing to witness a return! … this body has tobe therebe whole!This witching body has to function.For just a bit longer.For another nightand just another one.To hurry down those stairs,To run unto the fieldand intoContinue reading “A tale to last!”
Words for my spring flame
The late weeks of winter have a promising glow.Welcoming raindrops and roses to grow?Asking for a poem?Asking for a kiss?We were never fit for winter.We made it melt away too soon.But purple skies,Cassiopeia in the east…remind of your return once more.
Tale about a witching romance
“Sometimes, a shadow knocks onto my door”, my witch giggles, with tears on her cheeks and flowers in her hair. “And when he does, I’m glad about my leaking soul.” “I call him my shadow,Because he moves too slow for eyes to see,And lingers in those places where most souls won’t go.I call him myContinue reading “Tale about a witching romance”
Tale about a distant love
“I had a dream about missing you.In that dream, I missed you oh! So badly, I caught the next train.I caught the next train to you, and as the gray distance was flying by, I thought of your eyes on me!Of hearing your breath, and of all of you … …and I realized how shockedContinue reading “Tale about a distant love”
With needles and giggles
When the fire had burned down, she wished she could have loved as someone else. As the faithful housewife. As the promising young woman. When the last flames where crackling, she wished she had not loved as the witch. Equipped with needles. Once the storm was over, she wished she could have kissed as someoneContinue reading “With needles and giggles”
Painless tale
“About the one who never caused any pain”, my witch whispers and rises her glass into the night. “At least none that wasn’t asked for.” And she giggles. It was the one with the darkest of masks whose judgment the witch feared the most. The mask meaning death.Mirroring it, defying it!Making her witching heart race,Continue reading “Painless tale”
A tale worth telling!
One thing the witch knew was that the world was on fire, in those days that her tale is about.Her tale that is being told,with all the horrors along the way. She had been breathing the ashes,and she had lost a fingertip while picking up the shardsof things. And why is it worth telling ofContinue reading “A tale worth telling!”
“Missing you awoke my soul.”
Vanilla scented dancing lights, whenever she‘s awake!I ask my witch: „Who is she?“This other part.This part of me.The part that paints vanilla scented shadows at the horizon and tickles legs to run onto them.„She is a part us, you know?“She woke up to keep memories that were never made.To remember things that were not felt.SheContinue reading ““Missing you awoke my soul.””
Tale about trust
Once the witch walked down this path, she would see love.“I will see you again”, the witch whispered, carefully eyeing the path.The path was here yesterday.The path is here now.But how to know that is not gonna crack?How to know that it is not gonna crumble?Or disappear?Is walking it down 1000 times enough?Enough to trust?EnoughContinue reading “Tale about trust”
Tale about a witching promise
“I try not to lose my heart.Without mine, how could I keep yours safe?And I can’t lose you now.I can’t lose your now.So, I climb up that wall.On ranks, over loose stones.Not sure if I’ll survive.I won’t give up now,because I can’t lose you now.I can’t lose you now.” … A witch sang into theContinue reading “Tale about a witching promise”
Awake since death
Hands collecting shards.They are cutting through the basket.Some are getting stuck in skin.She has been awake since death. Arms being strengthened.Muscles pulsating.A stomach denying food.He has been awake since death. No one is speaking.No words ever fit.Silence is singing.They have been awake since death. Tissue ripped open.Bodies untouched.Songs unsung.Skin to stone, with cracks revealing:We haveContinue reading “Awake since death”
Hands found skin – poetry in pictures
Witching words carried around, for witching skin to be found once more.
“I wish I could have loved you in better days.”
„ I wish I‘d loved you in better days.“ But would it have been love? With the sun tickling skin unharmed yet?With a glass of wine drowning words forgotten tomorrow?With kisses unimportant, because they never were the last ones? „Then, I wish I‘d loved in easier days.“ But would two souls have found each other,Continue reading ““I wish I could have loved you in better days.””
Tale about confessing
Through wooden grids his words had lured her, just as they had lured so many.Had lured those asking for relief.Those in fear of tomorrow.Carrying nightmares in their hearts.Having seen too much of a burning world. His words promised wisdom of the world and of beyond.Of understanding and of soothing.From someone who had seen a lot.MuchContinue reading “Tale about confessing”
Mistress witch writes 