I yearn for those moments,When I existedsolelyin your eyes.When I wasnothingBut an image causingCuriosity.I lived in those momentsWhen you knewNothingAbout the scarsBetween myThighs.Moments that werePure and softAnd kept mySecretWithout anyFalsity.In those momentsI felt loveFor all the thingsYou mustn’tKnow.All the thingsWent looseWithin myHeadAnd found their wayOnto myTongue.I still amThese momentsWhen I hadYouAnd you deniedThe thingsI wantedContinue reading “Intimate tale”
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World ache tale
This darkness is not mineA rainy cloudIs ready to burstWe’re sobbing too loudIt’s not personalAt all. This sadness is not mineMy dead motherIs dangling from the ceilingHanging in the kitchenI think she might be leaking. This pain is not mineThe world has gone lostFlames are soaringIt’s spilling bloodAnd I still have skin. Is this bodyContinue reading “World ache tale”
Secret of tonight
“You’re sure you’re gonna survive this?”, my witch giggles over my shoulder. No, but I’m undead since age 5.“Really?”YeaDaddy killed meWhen I was 5It was the kind a murderWhere nobody dies.I forgotHow to survive.That’s Enough secrets spilledFor tonight.
Nowhere girl
Lasciviously provoking the universe, a witch once asked: “He is not coming back, right?” The girl that came from nowhereLearned how to danceWhen her world wasTurned upside down.When she was foundThe earth moved againWith forces reachingFor skin,As she whispers:“You can’t leave me now, ‘cause I’ve unlearned how to breathe.” The girl that has nowhere toContinue reading “Nowhere girl”
Damaged girl tale
This poem smells like rain and tastes like Coffee with a shot. Or as my witch would say: “What a wonderful start for a tragedy.” If you look at meFor a bit too longI’m sure you’ll seeSo I’ll tiptoe aroundI can’t let you inOn my secret trickNot nowNot yet. All the thingsThat I carry aroundAreContinue reading “Damaged girl tale”
Girl in an empty room
I’m still a girl,In an empty room,Wishing we could allBe in here. The white of the walls,Is telling a story,Having an ending,I won’t accept. I am still a girlCrying aloneIn the forestAt night. Your footsteps were thereJust a minute ago.I could have sworn!Maybe I should have. I am still a girl,Able to tell,That I amContinue reading “Girl in an empty room”
Dystopia face
How can I be so scared of your face?Of pretty eyes,So huge and round.Of lips being parted,Slowly losing their shape.How can I be so scared of this face?Is it the wayYour skin is wrapped around your skull?Is it the wayYour hair clings to your forehead?Is it the way you bleed,The way your tears paintThrough theContinue reading “Dystopia face”
What stories are made of …
We are the thing only stories can tell.Your eyesHiding a sufferingOn the insideMy handsNever reachingBut longingFor your skinAnd allThat hides within. We are the things that songs are made for.All the wordsSwallowed in pain,But meaning the worldAll the dreamsBorn with a touchOver too soon.I need you,Please have me,take me,Please be the oneTo fest on myContinue reading “What stories are made of …”
“I see your face at every corner.”
I see your face at every corner.I watch the stars rise. I see your face at every corner.My skin was wrapped into yours safely,Under the same colour of sky.I see your face and every corner.I watch the stars rise.He wears your coat.She has your eyes.I watch the stars rise.He has your hair.Your face is missing.IContinue reading ““I see your face at every corner.””
“Is it safe to sleep tonight?”
Is it safe to sleep at night?My eyes are so heavy.My thoughts blur away.I need to rest,But what if the shadows grow over my head? Is it safe to sleep at night?Who will come,If I turn off the lights?I hear them in the distance,From the back of my head. I hear a whisper,Waiting in theContinue reading ““Is it safe to sleep tonight?””
Lonely window tale
“I’m not ready to sing by myself!” Between layers of silk,she disappears.For the scent of roses,she is parting her lips.Whatever escapes,can’t ever be heard.As the velvet dances,she can be seen,and is ready to sing,to assure his return.with eyes so keen.Until one day,he does not. And won’t ever hearwhat could be a sighand not the innocentContinue reading “Lonely window tale”
Tale for fragile things
I don’t want to leave you.Please don’t leave me.I don’t think we’ll have to,we don’t have to break up.Our bodies do it for us.They are so fragile.We’re fragile things. This moment will pass.Please don’t let it go.I will breathe it in.I will store it inside,to have it haunt me,haunt the inside of my head,as aContinue reading “Tale for fragile things”
Haunted in poetry (in pictures)
If you’re not loved, being haunted is the next best thing. Or is it even better? What has more passion in it than whispering the bitter-sweet proposal “Will you haunt me too?” instead of “Please don’t ever leave me!” … Read my poem here. I’ll haunt you either way, I promise.
… because a witch loves wild!
“We’re both stuck on this roller coaster, boy”, my witch giggles sadly into the 4 PM darkness. We can’t always face it together.We can meet occasionally.Share a moment.Share a kiss.Maybe there, high up on the top!The moment right before the fall!Skin on skin,before the force is pulling it once more.Or down there in the shadows,whereContinue reading “… because a witch loves wild!”
“Will you haunt me too?”
„Please be kind“, the witch begged her demon. Please be kindI need to keep youhere in my headI want to keep youhere in my bed. Be careful with meAll my dreams have gone badthats why I need youhere in my head. Be sweet with meI need to keeo youto face youwith eyes closedspeak to youwithContinue reading ““Will you haunt me too?””
A witching melody! Bowles released a new track!
Maybe a few of you remember that last Walpurgis night I started a little experimental band based on my witching poetry and the many talents of a good friend of mine (check Soar out on Instagram!). Recording music with a friend is a childhood dream come true. I cannot put into words how whole IContinue reading “A witching melody! Bowles released a new track!”
How to get through the night
„I have missed this“, my witch sighs obscenely into the lime-raspberry-cheesecake we put into the fridge at 3 AM.It won‘t be ready before 6.So why sleep at all? Why sleep at all?It‘s just another night.Another night to get through.Another night to make it through.Through hours lost in the dark.Through hours unseen,to have a bit ofContinue reading “How to get through the night”
Where dreams die
“Did I kill them?”, I ask my witch. There are things buried insidethat drowned withinas a silent scream in the chestsuffocating in the back of the headThese things that are buried somewhere withinThese things that diedand left 1000 scarsare dreams. Dreams die inside. They hide in the deepwhere melodies endwhere there is no laughterand lightContinue reading “Where dreams die”
Darkness in poetry (in pictures)
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.
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!”
“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?””
Of dead flowers and chocolate!
What are those words for that are whispered into dried flowers, carrying memories of a troubled past?She keeps whispering those words.As if the person who got her those flowers once had not already left a long while ago.Such a long while that the leaves are a faded yellow.One that died ages ago but still needsContinue reading “Of dead flowers and chocolate!”
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”
Coffee in poetry (in pictures)
This poetry wednesday is dedicated to coffees that were dreamed of with words that were thought, still ready to happen and be said one day. I often write when I cannot talk to someone although I would need to. My favourite writing moments are these daydreams of words. Just like the daydream of sharing aContinue reading “Coffee in poetry (in pictures)”
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)”
“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”
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”
The unlikely love of a witch
„What if I loved you with all my heart and skin and soul?“, the witch whispers into an oncoming storm. What if she did? What if she loved you with all of her heart?She loved you with all of her heart, but it was soaked in blood. What if she loved you with all ofContinue reading “The unlikely love of a witch”
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 modern world
„How do you live in a world like this?“, I ask my witch one morning with an empty pot of coffee in hand. In a world with roads reaching further than eyes can see?With a forest growing over each and everyone’s head.With hilltops too high up to ever be climbed.Full of spirits to confuse you.LostContinue reading “Tale about the modern world”
Mistress witch writes 