#poetry witch

[thepoetrywitch]

Poetry witch manifesto

A spell can be a poem

and I, the poetess,

can wield its certain magick art

with eloquent finesse.

When forth from out my fingertips

these words flow like a tide,

my will flows to the Universe,

and so will it abide.

The muses, my familiars;

a pen becomes a wand;

the fresh page is a cauldron, and

my word becomes my bond.

For as above, then so below,

and as within, without;

the Universe, and so the soul—

it leaves no room for doubt.

And it is so.

[detailedart]

"Elizabeth Barrett Browning from Aurora Leigh, 1856" - x

[thehobbitchronicles]

[intertwinedquotes]

We all have a past; it remains like scars, and to heal scars, you must nurture them.

i n t e r tw i n e d Quotes

[patroclusplaylist]

warm autumn slumber //pinterest

[bl00dfroma-fairy]

[fatalebridget]

[freyasfatale]

being careless of male validation has brought me to a point of extreme happiness and freedom.

I am a sex trafficking/work survivor. I am a domestic violence survivor. Unfortunately, my rape is on the internet many times over.

when I had to return to my hometown at 19 after being trapped for 6 months in that industry, I was not welcomed in my patriarchal, Christian West Virginia small town. I was humiliated, harassed, and shamed for years. constantly being told no man would ever love me or want me, that I was a used car, ran through, more dicks in me than years of my life, as well as ignored, fetishized, preyed upon, etc by men used to haunt me. This was when I cared about being a wife and mother to a man and his children.

Through radical feminism and the community, I no longer care. I found a community of women who understand what I went through and believe me, and who know that the oppression of my sex is why I endured such trauma. So when a man tells me “you did porn, who would want to be with you”, like my abusive ex did, it means nothing to me. My worth is more than whether or not men want to date or fuck me. I do not wish to marry or bear children to a man. I am free.

And by the way, not sure why the moids are both so obsessed with penetration while neglecting the fact that lesbians exist, and I am one.

[inky-sun]

[shisasan]

Kathleen Kalloch Millay Young, Witch [1896-1943]

[hislittlestar]

Lucifer is the crisp sound of taking a bite into an apple

Lucifer is the smooth feeling of horse hairs sliding across the strings of a violin

Lucifer is the warm glow of sunlight on your face during golden hour

Lucifer is crawling into bed into your lover’s embrace at the end of a long day

Lucifer is glancing at a clock and realizing you stayed up too late indulged in research

Lucifer is the clenching of your fist at injustice

Lucifer is the flap of a bird’s wings as if takes off

Lucifer is the musty scent of an old local library

Lucifer is the squeak of a marker against a poster board meant for a protest

Lucifer is a warm mug of hot chocolate on a snowy morning

Lucifer is the pop of the cork of a bottle of fine red wine

Lucifer is the feeling of pride after speaking up for yourself

Lucifer is the soft click of a chess piece hitting a checkered board

Lucifer is the way light reflects off of the iridescent sheen of a peacock’s feathers

Lucifer is that subtle gasp when something finally makes sense

Lucifer is your sleepy eyes adjusting to the light of a sunrise

Lucifer is the reverberating in your chest during a low chuckle

Lucifer is feeling that you are loved unconditionally

[detailedart]

Lighting up the night. Details: Spirit of the Night, by John Atkinson Grimshaw (1836-1893).

[thehobbitchronicles]

— Morgan Harper Nichols

[devotee-of-aphrodite-venus]

[celestial-equator]

if nothing else, leave us the moon

[bebx]

prose by me, inspired by The Witch. 𓃵