I have a witching announcement! My witching poetry just got a new dimension. Together with Soar (check out his art!), a friend who is a great artist, I started the project „Bowles“, which has the goal to tell our Dystopia journey with poetry, noise and sometimes melodies. Tow leaking souls going a little bit crazy!Continue reading “New witching project! Please listen in.”
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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”
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”
“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 across the wall
A witch once climbed on top of the city wall.Which was meant to keep her safeand hidden from the world. And what happened to the witch to make this tale worth telling? Did she stumble?Did she fall?Land down on the pavement?Scratch her knee?Or break her ankle?Has she been seen?Caught by jealous eyes?Found bleeding on theContinue reading “Tale across the wall”
Tale about losing a heart
“Oh, what am I doing to my heart.” … A witch once asked herself,after climbing the city wall,While embracing the distanceOf foreign tree tops and hills,The lights of houses in her back,Welcoming the shadow waiting for her,Losing hold and jumping down,Into untamed grass,Reaching for his shadow hand,Being pulled awayFrom rooftops and street lights,Looking into eyesWhichContinue reading “Tale about losing a heart”
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”
I love you, but my skin won’t last.
She sees you throuhg eyes searching for the smile of the skull. They search for the core and they tear things down. She does not see houses but steel withstanding while walls collapse. She does not see people but skin decaying and bones revealed. She rests her head on where your shoulder is supposed toContinue reading “I love you, but my skin won’t last.”
Hearts don’t count.
Daddy said it‘s fine,so we‘ll cut off this kin.It‘s not gonna hurt, right?It‘s never gonna hurt. Daddy says it‘s fine,so we‘ll let them tear our hearts out.Because they don‘t count, right?Hearts don‘t count. „But he said, it‘s fine“, my witch giggled as a response to me throwing my cup of tea at the wall, whileContinue reading “Hearts don’t count.”
“One day. Just not today.”
I want to show youthe rosesthat grewin thoseraindrops of minewhile you weregone. I wanted to show youoh so manythings justbefore weentered theafterward. While I was chasingand dreamingand collectingthe seeds fortomorrowthe night grewlong. I always wonderedwhat rosescould growand howraindropswould feelif youcould be herein theafterward. Written all those times when I promised myself „one day, but notContinue reading ““One day. Just not today.””
Nostalgic tale
I fall in loveWith momentsAnd if theyScatterI will collectTheir shardsand let thementerdeep intomy skinto feeland tasteand bethis momentone more time. “Most of these recipes are just nostalgia dressed in blood”, I say while reading one of my witch’s old books in my garden scented candle light, and Layla giggles into her bottle of wine. “Isn’tContinue reading “Nostalgic tale”
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”
Don’t mind me talking to those who left
Where are you and why aren‘t you him? I know it‘s unfair of meto come you with such a broken heartbut I never asked you to fix itjust to hold itfor a second. Where are you right now?I want to go thereto put my thoughts somewherethey do not fit hereever. Where are you and whyContinue reading “Don’t mind me talking to those who left”
Tale about being seen
If you cannot see hersee her as the one you seeksee her as the one she isthen burn herplease burn with herbecause she cannot drown againshe cannot drown alone.You never really saw hersaw her as how soft she wassaw her fragile in those hands of yoursso burn herplease burn with herbecause she cannot drown againsheContinue reading “Tale about being seen”
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”
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”
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!”
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.”
Drown with me.
„I‘m not asking you to be with me“, I whisper into the sunset. „I‘m asking you to drown with me.“ Lay downand lay stillin the oceanof thoughts and dreamsthat won‘t belonginto this worldever again. Hold mehold onto mein this sea ofa you and methat could have beenthat should have beenbut never was. Witches fall inContinue reading “Drown with me.”
Words to scream at the end
Lately, all I am able to think during long and surreal nights are words my witch might have screamed on one of her many potential death beds, when blood was flooding her and still there were all these memories of moments that never were. „I want to liveto taste your lipsand sometimesI want deathto touchContinue reading “Words to scream at the end”
Tale about hidden things
„I never told him this“, my witch whispered. You touched a part of my soulthat had always been hidden.You found it all by yourselfand I wanted you to keep it.That part was woundedvery long agoand I never noticed the painuntil you showed methat this was no scarbut still bleedingand I am still leaking. „I neverContinue reading “Tale about hidden things”
Mistress witch writes 