OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here

In the quiet, the calm,

There are things that we know.

So that when life feels too hard,

Things seem too big, we can remember.

Remember what hasn't changed.

That the calm isn't gone forever.

It's still there, waiting.

Just hiding for a while,

Until we have the strength to look.

Because no matter what,

And no matter how far,

There is always something around the corner,

Even if all you see right now is wall.

My favorite personal spells and RItuals to keep life my life pure and happy hope you enjoy!

*CHARM AN OBJECT SPELL*
"My love for you is always here"
"My life with you I hold so dear"
"This charm I wear so close to heart"
"Reminds of the bond we'll never part"
"I hexed this charm with happy life"
"For you to wear to ease your strife"
"For each time you wear this charm so true
"Remember the love I have for you!"

*FULL MOON SPELL*
"Sister Moon Of The Earth"
"Hear My Spell For All It's Worth"
"My Loved One's Far I Need Them Near"
"Send My Message With Good Cheer"
"My Love For Them Shines So Bright"
"Return That Love With Your Reflecting Light"
"So That We May See The Love We Share"
"Is Joined As One With The Light You Bare"

"Summons Spell"
"Come far come near"
"For those who hold magick so dear"
"I summon you with open heart"
"To share as one, the magickal art"

"Sun Set Chant"
"Sun, Sun, Sustainer of Life"
"Earth, Earth Mother of Life"
"Daughters and Sons of the Wholly Wife"
"Together as One there is no Strife!"

"Magick Chant"
"Magick for good or magick undone!

"Binding Wood Ritual"
(state your problem, while holding the binding wood to your heart, for The Spirit within you)
"I bind ye thoughts that are no good, I bind ye thought to this wood,
this impure thought inside of me, will now reside in this tree!

(state your problem while holding binding wood up high, for The Spirit that guides you)
"I bind ye thoughts that are no good, I bind ye thought to this wood,
this impure thought inside of me, will now reside in this tree!

(state your problem, hold binding wood on ground, for The Earth that grounds you)
(then let go of the wood after final spell is said)
"I bind ye thoughts that are no good, I bind ye thought to this wood,
this impure thought inside of me, will now reside in this tree!

"As above, So Below, So Mote it be!"

TW : implied/metaphorical death

Rain

I believe that I have no violence left in me.

However will I make it through the next war?

I was a weapon for much too long --

I no longer care to be sharpened or reloaded.

Bury me without honors.

Tell me what becomes of those blazing lights --

After the world is cleansed in their fire,

The old ways rocks upon a funeral pyre,

Tell me

Are they still burning?

I do not believe that we fade to black.

I believe we are embers.

We may be ignited again, but for now

The wildfires are over --

The earth is fertile with ash.

Bury me before the winds pick up again.

SMILE

I smile deceiving the public

Telling them Im okay

Hiding the burdens I carry inside

I smile

When they ask me how I am

And I say Im fine

If only they knew that that's a lie

I keep smiling even on the darkest days

When I dont know if I can go on

And I feel like I dont belong

I smile

Because its easier to say Im fine

Then to explain why

I feel the way I do

And what if they knew?

That I wasnt as tough as they think

That I have problems too

So I make jokes and smile

Because that's what you do

They laugh believing Im normal for a few

And I continue to feel the way I do

All alone

But I can handle the pain

Its been this way

For a while now

I will be okay

As long as I smile

Back to the Fair

I want to go back one more time to the fair

Theres so much to do and to see

All of my friends are going to be there

And the girl at the jewelry booth was talking to me

The fair is magnificent, totally grand

With ice cream booths under blazing blue skies

Theres Mackinak fudge, and the lemonade stand

And the jewelry booth girl with the beautiful eyes

To see the whole fair takes no less than two days

And you cant miss the side show, as long as youre there

And all of the crafts done in so many ways

And the girl at the booth, with her long flowing hair

I havent spent enough time at the fair

I still havent seen sisters blue-ribbon key lime

And the girl at the jewelry booth might be there

And I wanted to ask her if she would be mine

As raging fires burn around our place

And crashing waves threaten us, unnerve us

Your old ridges and lines, most beauteous

Grant me your strength, as I caress your face

Grant me divine love, your eternal grace

For when our joints grow stiff and cold and ache

When my bones are brittle and start to break

My shaking hands destroy our blames by mace

Wiping all imperfections from our bone

Because here you are perfect, old or new

Here I am close, perfection oh so blue

A great distant sun burns brightly alone

For you, I grow the sweetest honeydew

For you, the Midgard serpent overthrown.

(This is just something to let out my emotions, by no means do I encourage suicide. I just wrote about what it feels like to think about it.)

Another Statistic

A new morning comes along uninvited
Another deadly fuse ignited
The world goes round and so do you
Stuck in the same loop, you make do

You've been reduced to just a shade
Always a smile and a braid
Those happy eyes are hiding tears
Hiding sobs that reach no ears

Everyday ends the same way
You crack a beer, say "just one more day"
An opportunity will come along
Forever you don't have to stay strong

Snivels can echo through a hall
but an empty room won't hear your call
There's not a soul who gives a shit,
No one stops you if this is it

Maybe you yearn for coming clean
After all, tears want to be seen
You have friends, you could confide
But you end up pushing it back inside

Day after day, smile after smile
Your life is no more than a lie
All the pain now lies compiled
Hush now, don't tell, be a good child

A new day comes, grinning evilly
Not a single moment comes for free
Yet someone pretends to care
But yeah, those scars came from nowhere

What you say's not what you think
You keep bleeding that red ink
Make it slow or make it quick
It's not that bad to be a statistic

TW: Thoughts of Death

Written when I was 14. I'm 35 now. Except the last one. It was written at 26

Loaded

I have all of the questions
Loaded in my head.
If I find the answers
Would I be better off dead.
The answers may be full
Of things I wish not to see
Or maybe they will
Portray my fantasy.
Why should I worry?
Why should I care?
If the questions are loaded
And the trigger is pulled
To where all the answers come
Will I truly want to know
What the situation will become
Or whether I
Shall still need air?

Cocked

The questions have been loaded.
The trigger has been cocked.
Will the next move be fatal?
Will the next move heal?
If the barrel is emptied
Will I run;will I feel?
The trigger is cocked
Shall it be undone?
Will I be brave
Or will I turn and run?
I believe that the answers
That I do seek
Shall be found
Once the trigger is pulled.

Pulled

All of the questions
That run rampant in my head
Need to be answered
And that may not happen
Until I am dead.
The trigger has been pulled
But I did not find happiness.
All that I find
Is heartache and lonliness.
In my confused state
I pulled the trigger yet again,
Emptying the chamber into my very being.
I do not find the answers
To the questions that I have
And I doubt that I shall
Which is just as well
For the answers that I seek
Would be fitting of a soul
Beseeching only the most dire
Depths of torment. The epitome of Hell.

Emptied

The chamber has been loaded
The gun has been cocked
The trigger has been pulled.
What do I think?
I am such a fool.
I thought that this would help.
I thought that this would heal.
I wondered why everyone
Left me to reel.

Emptying the chamber
Into my soul
I thought this would fix it.
I thought this would make me whole.
I have since realized
That no one cries,
No one sighs
When one bird dies.

deep in the woods hide
peeping frogs,
sawing crickets:
the nighttime chorus,

the invisibile choir.

If i

tried--

my heavy footsteps
would alert the musicmakers
my unsteady gait
snapping twigs,
the dry forsaken bones of
diapproving trees
a siren, an alarm

and who could blame them
for sinking into the mud
taking their nighttime soiree
too far below

for me to reach.

Im in war.

The problem is its with myself.

My brain is currently winning, and my body is degrading.

I cant remember a time when I wasnt fighting to stay afloat.

I try to reach out, but I only burden others.

People say Im fine, but they seem to just want me to put their own problems as a higher priority.

They see anxiety as a healthy experience

But is having constant anxiety considered normal?

My heart races so fast sometimes

It feels like it will vibrate out of my chest.

My body becomes a prison of overwhelming thoughts and confusion.

I shake as if I were in a blizzard.

My compulsions take the gears.

I can only wade it out.

The problem is sometimes it never ends.