poem – Desproticar

To, The Witch

If I am the Witch If I am the Witch Then Will you be my sacrifice? Or will you be My Raven, My companion my Trustee. If I cast a spell, Will you be the incantation I speak? If I Wax the named, Will you be the Poppet for me? If I Scry for Devinition,ContinueContinue reading “To, The Witch”

R-9 On, Pleasing People

I am terrified of upsetting people. I am a person who has this compulsive need to make people like me. If I am standing in a group of people, no matter who it is, I blabber. I will keep on bringing up stuff until I find something that the person I’m with likes. I hateContinueContinue reading “R-9 On, Pleasing People”

To, The Wolf

The South was never a place for the Northern to delve. They weren’t honorable enough, and the Northerners could tell. The King needed his friend to rule over the realm. He came miles and miles from the South, top the North’s shell. He brought doom with him, None of his Council could help. It wasContinueContinue reading “To, The Wolf”

To, the Garden of Life

There’s flowers in a garden, There’s a bunch of them, I see. I plucked one always, Not to seem too lonely. Paths crossed ahead and a Smile appeared, Wider than one I’d ever seen. Now, I wasn’t so lonely, This time I got company. These are fiction words, Please, Read the lines deeply. I wantContinueContinue reading “To, the Garden of Life”

To, Being BornFree

Sitting under a tree, Probably watching the eagles, Tears were rolling down my eyes And for a very deep reason. THIS time it had burst out, THIS time I was loud. People heard Drama brewing, Hence, everybody started to gather around. I didn’t say a word, And so the crowd started to wander off. MostContinueContinue reading “To, Being BornFree”

To, My Lightning

You are Lightning,And I am Sound.They see you first,And I’m never around. Always chasing you,Like I’m the desperate hound.You’re the prey, Running away,No way you can slow down. You know, I wish I could.I wish, I could change me somehow.Why do you have speed,And why am I the slow clown. Our destinies were entwined,But notContinueContinue reading “To, My Lightning”

To, Love

Love isn’t overrated Just to get this out of the picture. I’m a girl, so the article may seem a little more heavy on her side to you. But, stick around. The irony of loneliness is… We all feel it at the same time. We as a generation don’t get love anymore. Real love. ItContinueContinue reading “To, Love”