Rew
Poem Published
19th Mar 2023 1:32pm
19th Mar 2023 1:32pm
My Mirror.
My Mirror faithfully reflects
then, having pondered shows aspects
of self unseen in other's eyes
ah, but then, my glass never lies.
ii
I gaze into that scene within
with me without and looking in
wondering what might come to pass
it two were there seen, lad and lass.
iii
I angle for another look
and find not self but Eastern Suq
no painting this, but moving frame
of Eastern Delight, of worldly fame.
iv
At first in two...
then, having pondered shows aspects
of self unseen in other's eyes
ah, but then, my glass never lies.
ii
I gaze into that scene within
with me without and looking in
wondering what might come to pass
it two were there seen, lad and lass.
iii
I angle for another look
and find not self but Eastern Suq
no painting this, but moving frame
of Eastern Delight, of worldly fame.
iv
At first in two...
#romantic
#rhyming
#ShortStory #magic
#ShortStory #magic
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BlackBoxPublicatio
Poem Published
5th Mar 2023 8:37pm
5th Mar 2023 8:37pm
An Echo
Alas by midnight moonlight I sit contemplating my duel reality.
Inherently, I see conflict existing between morality and animality which is why capitalism and humanity can not seem to agree.
A silence sets in, filling the room's emptiness with an eerie sense of self belonging.
Longing for the truth in the matter I listen within only to hear what I thought was a monster speaking back.
It saw things in black and white while I tried to promote a fleeting argument for the shades of grey.
Okay, I saw myself in error with the ever present echo piercing the silence in the...
Inherently, I see conflict existing between morality and animality which is why capitalism and humanity can not seem to agree.
A silence sets in, filling the room's emptiness with an eerie sense of self belonging.
Longing for the truth in the matter I listen within only to hear what I thought was a monster speaking back.
It saw things in black and white while I tried to promote a fleeting argument for the shades of grey.
Okay, I saw myself in error with the ever present echo piercing the silence in the...
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#magic #meditation
#magic #meditation
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2023 5:58pm
2nd Mar 2023 5:58pm
Let The Chips Fall Where They May
COPACABANA APARTMENTS
Rio De Janeiro, Brazil
Levi stormed across the bedroom. He lifted Naynina from off Vacome.
Naynina fell over. Her presence met the carpet.
“You come into my girl’s house and fuck her in our bed!”
Levi snatched the lamp from off the nightstand.
“No, Levi!”
Vacome snapped his fingers.
Levi froze.
Naynina looked up.
Levi had the lamp over his head in mid-stride.
Vacome rolled over and got off the bed.
"Let's go."
...
Rio De Janeiro, Brazil
Levi stormed across the bedroom. He lifted Naynina from off Vacome.
Naynina fell over. Her presence met the carpet.
“You come into my girl’s house and fuck her in our bed!”
Levi snatched the lamp from off the nightstand.
“No, Levi!”
Vacome snapped his fingers.
Levi froze.
Naynina looked up.
Levi had the lamp over his head in mid-stride.
Vacome rolled over and got off the bed.
"Let's go."
...
#vampires
#fairies
#memories #magic
#memories #magic
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APissPoorShaman
Ryszard
Ryszard
Poem Published
10th Feb 2023 7:58pm
10th Feb 2023 7:58pm
Daughter of Shadows (part 2)
Gather round little ones
and let me tell you a story
as the evil sun shone down
robbing us of sight
Oh, how this evil did burn
trapped in the maelstrom's glare
dear little ones I know your hurt
let me take you pain away
Our story begins as you hid in fear
with no place left to turn
and no one to look after you
And you cried for holy intervention
praying to the shadows, hoping
a wearer of the dark crown would return
bringing songs of the night
singing...
and let me tell you a story
as the evil sun shone down
robbing us of sight
Oh, how this evil did burn
trapped in the maelstrom's glare
dear little ones I know your hurt
let me take you pain away
Our story begins as you hid in fear
with no place left to turn
and no one to look after you
And you cried for holy intervention
praying to the shadows, hoping
a wearer of the dark crown would return
bringing songs of the night
singing...
#rebirth
#pagan
#magic
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APissPoorShaman
Ryszard
Ryszard
Poem Published
10th Feb 2023 5:36am
10th Feb 2023 5:36am
Daughter of Shadows (part 1)
She wore a sundress and a smile that hid her tired eyes,
weary of seeing past people's lies.
She was quiet and demure and always ready to listen,
greeting everyone with gentle words but
her heart would break upon hearing of their troubles.
She lived alone on the outskirts of town,
a simple cottage painted white,
a picket fence and roses,
a small garden in the back with laundry hanging
and a cat named Vespers pretending to be lazy.
She sang as she worked,
around the house or at the library, ...
weary of seeing past people's lies.
She was quiet and demure and always ready to listen,
greeting everyone with gentle words but
her heart would break upon hearing of their troubles.
She lived alone on the outskirts of town,
a simple cottage painted white,
a picket fence and roses,
a small garden in the back with laundry hanging
and a cat named Vespers pretending to be lazy.
She sang as she worked,
around the house or at the library, ...
#rebirth
#pagan
#magic
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Bluevelvete
Poem Published
8th Jan 2023 11:36pm
8th Jan 2023 11:36pm
The haunting bittersweetness of coconut cream pie
It's been a long while
Years are mere moments
some days shine bright
of your warm memory
it's only in dark shadows
where the sting still stings
Finding my own smile
in tattered old photos
or sounds of our similar nature
tears can't help but brim
quivering
at our alikeness
unmistakably similar
so uncanny
I can't help but chuckle
yeah, that too... is familiar
Laughing through tears
grief finds it's own way
through, over
and around
Every single one
of...
Years are mere moments
some days shine bright
of your warm memory
it's only in dark shadows
where the sting still stings
Finding my own smile
in tattered old photos
or sounds of our similar nature
tears can't help but brim
quivering
at our alikeness
unmistakably similar
so uncanny
I can't help but chuckle
yeah, that too... is familiar
Laughing through tears
grief finds it's own way
through, over
and around
Every single one
of...
#love
#father
#birthday
#magic
#healing
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CrazyPrincess_Chlo
Poem Published
12th Dec 2022 4:07am
12th Dec 2022 4:07am
Mad Princess
There once was a princess named Chloe,
Whom everybody thought was quite mad.
But, only because no one understood her,
And most people treated her rather bad...
They said she had a darkness inside her,
One that was growing stronger with time.
Only she could hear the old ones whisper,
And behold their insane visions sublime!
Great were the old ones that I speak of...
And Sybil is their prophetess who knows,
That there are ancient things dwelling above,
And even more ancient things down below.
One day Chloe chanced to meet a prince, ...
Whom everybody thought was quite mad.
But, only because no one understood her,
And most people treated her rather bad...
They said she had a darkness inside her,
One that was growing stronger with time.
Only she could hear the old ones whisper,
And behold their insane visions sublime!
Great were the old ones that I speak of...
And Sybil is their prophetess who knows,
That there are ancient things dwelling above,
And even more ancient things down below.
One day Chloe chanced to meet a prince, ...
#dark
#secrets
#pagan
#magic
#witches
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2022 9:38pm
2nd Dec 2022 9:38pm
The Sword of Mordred: Part II
- The Sword of Mordred: Part II -
Deep were the paths that had led me beneath the great mountain of Yr Wyddfa, in the pleasant land of Gwynedd. My journey across Wales, after having departed Camelot upon a most personal quest, so led me at last here. Something called to me from this place, and had probably been what drove me to set off upon this expedition to begin with. I had thought at first that my quest had been of my own volition, but as I stood now in the place wherein I beheld the unearthly sight before me... I realized that some power was at work which wished to make...
Deep were the paths that had led me beneath the great mountain of Yr Wyddfa, in the pleasant land of Gwynedd. My journey across Wales, after having departed Camelot upon a most personal quest, so led me at last here. Something called to me from this place, and had probably been what drove me to set off upon this expedition to begin with. I had thought at first that my quest had been of my own volition, but as I stood now in the place wherein I beheld the unearthly sight before me... I realized that some power was at work which wished to make...
#family
#death
#memories
#pagan
#magic
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2022 9:32pm
2nd Dec 2022 9:32pm
The Sword of Mordred: Part I
- The Sword of Mordred: Part I -
A winding and perilous course took me forth from Camelot, in the days when Arthur was the king of all the folk of what today is called Britain. There were goodly reasons for my setting forth, and of that journey which I undertook, and why it was I undertook it, there were dark undercurrents to all that had transpired... beneath which, some measure of light was at work, though at the time I knew it not. A big gray steed carried me, a steed with a night black saddle. I refused the offer of a chariot, for those were costly, and then I would need to...
A winding and perilous course took me forth from Camelot, in the days when Arthur was the king of all the folk of what today is called Britain. There were goodly reasons for my setting forth, and of that journey which I undertook, and why it was I undertook it, there were dark undercurrents to all that had transpired... beneath which, some measure of light was at work, though at the time I knew it not. A big gray steed carried me, a steed with a night black saddle. I refused the offer of a chariot, for those were costly, and then I would need to...
#dark
#family
#memories
#pagan
#magic
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Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
27th Nov 2022 6:42pm
27th Nov 2022 6:42pm
King Arthur and the Cauldron of the Goddess
- King Arthur and the Cauldron of the Goddess -
I shall in these words of verse, thus poetic in the form so woven thereof,
Now tell a tale that shall to certain ears seem to be most passing strange.
When ancient were the days, but never so ancient as what came before...
In the time when the birds of certain goddesses, flew in the skies above,
It was in those days when Glastonbury was an island, ere things changed.
Arthur was a king over the land, and sought to be lord over much more!
Forth he went in questing, with twelve companions marching with...
I shall in these words of verse, thus poetic in the form so woven thereof,
Now tell a tale that shall to certain ears seem to be most passing strange.
When ancient were the days, but never so ancient as what came before...
In the time when the birds of certain goddesses, flew in the skies above,
It was in those days when Glastonbury was an island, ere things changed.
Arthur was a king over the land, and sought to be lord over much more!
Forth he went in questing, with twelve companions marching with...
#fate
#mythology
#pagan
#magic
#epic
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Pinkdreams
Poem Published
13th Nov 2022 2:42am
13th Nov 2022 2:42am
Canvas
#relationships
#BDSM
#magic
351 reads
7 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
9th Nov 2022 2:30am
9th Nov 2022 2:30am
Otherworldly Memories Part III: The Black Hand
- Otherworldly Memories Part III: The Black Hand -
I reclined upon a luxurious divan, relaxing amid the soft cushions as the visiting duchess from one of the many fey courts sipped from her wine cup and regaled me with tales of her homeland. A lot of her tales were dull and I gave those little thought, opting merely to smile, nod, and pretend to pay attention to what she was saying to me. She was about forty years old, though she looked a bit younger. With the Elvish kindred it could be difficult to tell, and I was certain she would have a difficult time ascertaining my own age...
I reclined upon a luxurious divan, relaxing amid the soft cushions as the visiting duchess from one of the many fey courts sipped from her wine cup and regaled me with tales of her homeland. A lot of her tales were dull and I gave those little thought, opting merely to smile, nod, and pretend to pay attention to what she was saying to me. She was about forty years old, though she looked a bit younger. With the Elvish kindred it could be difficult to tell, and I was certain she would have a difficult time ascertaining my own age...
#dark
#memories
#magic
#morality
#curse
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