nikkimoe
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:22pm
Yesterday 3:22pm
Penis Envy
The first time I micro dosed mushrooms
was basically the best day of my not
finished life, it was only .3 I used a pestle
and mortar i mashed it to dust then put
it in a capsule.
30mins later I was relaxed
65mins there was a silence
and then more silence, my mind was still
the security gaurd who patrols my brain
was gone. I almost cried, no thoughts
except the realization that there are
people out there who feel like this all
the time. Then something my conscience
asked if could dance inside the silence
as much as tried to...
was basically the best day of my not
finished life, it was only .3 I used a pestle
and mortar i mashed it to dust then put
it in a capsule.
30mins later I was relaxed
65mins there was a silence
and then more silence, my mind was still
the security gaurd who patrols my brain
was gone. I almost cried, no thoughts
except the realization that there are
people out there who feel like this all
the time. Then something my conscience
asked if could dance inside the silence
as much as tried to...
#anxiety
#freedom
#magic
27 reads
15 Comments
Hepcat61
geoff cat
geoff cat
Poem Published
17th May 2019 3:48pm
17th May 2019 3:48pm
Her Rub of Rabbit’s Foot – Sonnet Seventeen
Her rabbit’s foot, its tender downy fur,
First touch of every dawn sun’s open rise,
Caressed with care that mornings’ hopes recur,
And in her opened hopes, she gains her prize.
Her hopes, her rub of rabbit’s foot brings to
Her royal chambers, grace of princely come
To fill and give her royal dreams rescue,
Her royal graces blessed in hopes’ succumb.
Long trusting in her lucky rabbit’s stroke
To call a prince to sacred Southern lands.
With longing touch, she hopes his come invoke,
With harder rub and stroke his come command. ...
First touch of every dawn sun’s open rise,
Caressed with care that mornings’ hopes recur,
And in her opened hopes, she gains her prize.
Her hopes, her rub of rabbit’s foot brings to
Her royal chambers, grace of princely come
To fill and give her royal dreams rescue,
Her royal graces blessed in hopes’ succumb.
Long trusting in her lucky rabbit’s stroke
To call a prince to sacred Southern lands.
With longing touch, she hopes his come invoke,
With harder rub and stroke his come command. ...
#sex
#sonnet
#magic #SelfDiscovery
#magic #SelfDiscovery
50 reads
1 Comment
ExercisingDemons
Poem Published
17th May 2019 3:26am
17th May 2019 3:26am
Yearning (prequel to my wizard)
The old Wizard king had been unchallenged
for years.
The strongest that there ever was,
universally feared.
Though not quite as strong as he
was, (before the greys in his beard)
great power had always stayed near.
Now bored to tears, missing days
he had to train for fights.
The type of fights that used to
push him past limits yet to even creep in his sight. ...
for years.
The strongest that there ever was,
universally feared.
Though not quite as strong as he
was, (before the greys in his beard)
great power had always stayed near.
Now bored to tears, missing days
he had to train for fights.
The type of fights that used to
push him past limits yet to even creep in his sight. ...
#lust
#LifeCycle
#magic #curse
#magic #curse
27 reads
0 Comments
AaHarvey
Poem Published
14th May 2019 8:17pm
14th May 2019 8:17pm
Antihero
An old stone built tower stands above all on the skyline;
The curves of its body twisting spiral’s in the air.
The moon shines around its peak, which reaches up so very high.
It is surrounded by a castle keep,
That is an image of a burnt out nightmare.
The castle walls are in pieces, like its people,
Cannon fodder their game.
The drawbridge has fallen, but the iron gate still remains.
The shadows in the night speak of a desire to be the enemy within.
The voices of the fallen spit out their final endless screams.
The...
The curves of its body twisting spiral’s in the air.
The moon shines around its peak, which reaches up so very high.
It is surrounded by a castle keep,
That is an image of a burnt out nightmare.
The castle walls are in pieces, like its people,
Cannon fodder their game.
The drawbridge has fallen, but the iron gate still remains.
The shadows in the night speak of a desire to be the enemy within.
The voices of the fallen spit out their final endless screams.
The...
#dark
#soldiers
#war
#magic
#curse
12 reads
0 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
9th May 2019 6:34pm
9th May 2019 6:34pm
Pulchritudinous Sylph
It was as if she put me under
I thought she’s just a spirited Girl
More like a Siren who spelled me
to wonder. . .
Am I Bewitched?!
She’s a Beautiful Woman
She’s strong and intelligent
& the universe knows as do i
there’s an air of kindness
wherever she goes
Sometimes I feel as though
she felt my elfin fingers reaching
in accepting me she chose
to release her poetic
pheromones
I caught a huge inhale of her sex
and realized I had to have
this sensual Nymph,
this...
I thought she’s just a spirited Girl
More like a Siren who spelled me
to wonder. . .
Am I Bewitched?!
She’s a Beautiful Woman
She’s strong and intelligent
& the universe knows as do i
there’s an air of kindness
wherever she goes
Sometimes I feel as though
she felt my elfin fingers reaching
in accepting me she chose
to release her poetic
pheromones
I caught a huge inhale of her sex
and realized I had to have
this sensual Nymph,
this...
#love
#universe
#fairies
#pagan
#magic
66 reads
13 Comments
StRaven
Poem Published
9th May 2019 5:58pm
9th May 2019 5:58pm
All Hail the Dying God!
All hail the dying God!
Lugh la Gyffes,
Lugh of the long arm of summer.
The natives speak of the give away,
The gifts of death.
So hot,
The hills the gold of late August,
Under the early July sun.
The river arching its spine
As it writhes between baked fields.
Black berries sweet and plump on the cane,
Belying the haze of fire in the air,
And the ripe red sun,
Rising and setting on burning forests.
All hail the dying god.
John Barleycorn.
Seed heads ready to spill their gifts on...
Lugh la Gyffes,
Lugh of the long arm of summer.
The natives speak of the give away,
The gifts of death.
So hot,
The hills the gold of late August,
Under the early July sun.
The river arching its spine
As it writhes between baked fields.
Black berries sweet and plump on the cane,
Belying the haze of fire in the air,
And the ripe red sun,
Rising and setting on burning forests.
All hail the dying god.
John Barleycorn.
Seed heads ready to spill their gifts on...
#death
#fire
#rebirth
#pagan
#magic
29 reads
1 Comment
brokentitanium
Poem Published
5th May 2019 3:16am
5th May 2019 3:16am
Night Owl
this is my time
dark, all is still
all asleep
but not me
I’m busy approaching the heart of a mystery
a secret force
the face of truth
senses heightened
but not the usual ones
something within me bleeds outside the lines
reaching into the dark
and inviting it in
time slows
and the riddle becomes so tangible
I could almost unravel it by hand
if I could only grasp its tail
I know it’s right there
just inside the dark
so close, I reach
pulse quickens
nostrils flare
pupils widen ...
dark, all is still
all asleep
but not me
I’m busy approaching the heart of a mystery
a secret force
the face of truth
senses heightened
but not the usual ones
something within me bleeds outside the lines
reaching into the dark
and inviting it in
time slows
and the riddle becomes so tangible
I could almost unravel it by hand
if I could only grasp its tail
I know it’s right there
just inside the dark
so close, I reach
pulse quickens
nostrils flare
pupils widen ...
#night
#spiritual
#magic
64 reads
10 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
1st May 2019 4:47pm
1st May 2019 4:47pm
I..... Am.....Witch
#dark
#pagan
#magic
#witches
#curse
76 reads
9 Comments
Sky_dancer
Poem Published
28th Apr 2019 3:27pm
28th Apr 2019 3:27pm
Reciprocity
To drink your rub, you gift ambrosial mead,
Elixir slips and balms my aching throat.
It films my tongue and soothes when sipping cream,
Your potion quells a wash of warming coat.
The extract seeps, the sweetest, oozing sap,
Your trunk it weeps and offers healing milk.
From root to tip I swirl the softest lap,
Our sacred rite, cleansed in ablution's silk.
This tonic drunk revives my vital winds,
I beckon forth this panaceaic spill.
When savoured slow I sense my ails rescind,
Til sated in the bathing of our fill.
Then tidal...
Elixir slips and balms my aching throat.
It films my tongue and soothes when sipping cream,
Your potion quells a wash of warming coat.
The extract seeps, the sweetest, oozing sap,
Your trunk it weeps and offers healing milk.
From root to tip I swirl the softest lap,
Our sacred rite, cleansed in ablution's silk.
This tonic drunk revives my vital winds,
I beckon forth this panaceaic spill.
When savoured slow I sense my ails rescind,
Til sated in the bathing of our fill.
Then tidal...
#erotic
#spiritual
#sonnet
#magic
#sensual
203 reads
27 Comments
Ely
E.A.Rothwell
E.A.Rothwell
Poem Published
27th Apr 2019 5:25pm
27th Apr 2019 5:25pm
Senryu #25 ...B-O-O-K-E-D...
a good book will
put you in...a constant state...
of, "I can't wait"
put you in...a constant state...
of, "I can't wait"
#books
#magic
#escape #reading
#escape #reading
54 reads
6 Comments
elsiesan
Poem Published
26th Apr 2019 3:33pm
26th Apr 2019 3:33pm
Magic of Touch
Oh to feel your touch
Your fingers ever so lightly
Sleepily lull me with your magic
Your hand resting upon my belly
As you squeeze my shoulder
Relaxing me with the deep of you
Transmitting the love you freely give
The magic of touch
Communicates to my being
Your thoughts
As you rub upon me
Your desire at its peak
My cellular structure rearranged
Gives off a big bang
An elated scream of who I am
As I lie crumpled in your arms
And think
Of the magic in your fingertips
I fall fast asleep.
Your fingers ever so lightly
Sleepily lull me with your magic
Your hand resting upon my belly
As you squeeze my shoulder
Relaxing me with the deep of you
Transmitting the love you freely give
The magic of touch
Communicates to my being
Your thoughts
As you rub upon me
Your desire at its peak
My cellular structure rearranged
Gives off a big bang
An elated scream of who I am
As I lie crumpled in your arms
And think
Of the magic in your fingertips
I fall fast asleep.
#magic
#sensual
141 reads
8 Comments
Juvenalis66
Juvenalis
Juvenalis
Poem Published
24th Apr 2019 2:18am
24th Apr 2019 2:18am
Taming your skin
#confessional
#lover
#magic
#sensual
#passion
257 reads
20 Comments
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