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The Attic
Demons seep through the cracks
Of a willow window frame
Their words soft and alluring
As if they sang to me in
Disharmony
Silence
Light sinks in
Reflection of a flame
Once extinguished
By the wind
Casting shadows of faces
So dark its blinding
Intonations of their tongues
Mesmerizing
Worry and doubt
Strung across
Blood soaked pages
Of a book
Left open on the floor
Spent candles surrounding
Crude lines connecting them
Haunting
Welcoming
Is this where I was created?
Your vivid details make this
Your vivid details make this poem come alive before me. I could really imagine with every line how I'd see your words play out like a movie. Dark and delicious.
**if it's an eye for an eye, then we'll all go blind.**
Thank you, there is power in
Thank you, there is power in words. This poem is about witchcraft and the power it can hold :)
There Is A Place For Magic
in the world. The secrets surrounding your birth may be revealed in time or it may remain shadow dark and bloody floor obscured - just so long as the poetry remains ~a~
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For the record I am not the
For the record I am not the subject in this poem :)
Some Poems
are fictions or portraits, but does it matter who the poem is about, the voice is the poets. The reader will not have the disclaimer, which may be fortunate. A risk writers take. All poets are liars is my mantra. It is all a fictive thing., writing "it" down.
All poets are liars. Couldn't
All poets are liars. Couldn't be more true haha