Writing Prompt
Writings
Writings
POEM STARTER
Write a poem about a magical spell.
You could either write about the spell, or make the poem the spell itself!
Writings
Bleeding,
Blade kissing skin
Our tongues whip words to life
That bend the world and all within,
Blood sings.
Melody,
Colours the air
And summons something here
Silent and undeclared to us,
It weeps.
Mourning,
The day turns black
For what has lived and died
To muster this bewitching gift,
This night.
...
My darling lover,
Each time your sweet lips part,
You release the serpent,
To coil around my heart.
I still remember when,
We plugged the apple from the tree,
Its forbidden juices flowed,
And I drank eagerly.
Oh, but when I realized,
The tree was not meant for us,
The apple decayed in my hands,
My mouth filled with dirt.
Your rot stains my lips,
Your serpent weaves through my bones,
Your rib...
If only I could plunge my hands,
Wrist-deep in beauty’s water,
And bring it to my lips, so parched and dry,
I’d drink until I felt it coursing,
Through my veins like blood,
Eagerly, until the river ran dry.
If I could craft a lotion from,
Self-worth and affection,
I’d spread it tenderly on calloused skin.
I’d lay beneath the golden Sun,
Allowing every pore,
To hungrily soak all its power in.
I...
A stolen hair
Perhaps something more fair
Rose petals and fallen snow
Into a cauldron to face the unknown
For skin softer than my own
I chant, I pray, I scream.
Let it all rest in the moonlight
An eye for an eye
It may leave her blind
But I’ve always wanted emeralds in mine.
I chant, I pray, I scream
Is it worth the price?
Does it count..
If it's a stolen sacrifice?
I did not even think twice
I ...
I rolled through Glenhaven today
For my first time after the flood
I could not go there before
It all came back
Tears fell from my eyes
The damage remains
Like a trauma I’ve lived through
Ten years
The time is insignificant
Remains of the rivers embankment
Massive Boulders mar the landscape
I bowed my head in mourning
Roads repaired after washing with the river
Made whole again once mor...
Whiskey pages in the blanks of my space. I’m waiting for the headless man, to finish painting on my new face...
Speak of three, in love and quarrels. Sentiment is nary hushing my fall. Ripples of silence remind me that winds blow change. Telling more about the exact slice of a razors blade. Extruding from my smile is the excellence of vacancy. Glowing you, but I’m stitched in shades of ebony. Sin...
And when your lips, are achingly close to mine. I want to devour your taste; inhale you for all time…
I feel your nails scratch against my skin. It feels like sin. But you’re mine. You pulled me close, I let your demons in. Let you eat me again. You smell like sin. But you’re mine. I brush my tongue against yours, a sensation divine; sex bleeding from our pours. We fuck like sin. But you’re mine....
Hello dear reader, welcome to "The Perfect Spellcasting & Potioneering Book for Dummies!"
You can't know my name, for fear of being discovered. Many things that you will find here are be illegal. And I don't intend on getting arrested anytime soon. Speaking from experience, prison isn't a great place.
Enjoy your adventures, and best of luck!
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POTIONS
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Love is for fools
And emotions are merely tools
For those that don't hate
But it's only fate
That there is one way
For someone to like
A person like me
And here I am
By my cauldron
Twirling the spoon
Adding ingredients
Pearl powder
Dragon claw
Fairy dust
And just a tiny
Sprinkle of gold
A stream of silver
Then the spell is told
"Goddess of stars
Please heal my scars
Left wounded by the curse
of lo...
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