witchyboy : Writing

Down, Down, Down.

Down, Down, Down.

A Poem by witchyboy


Down by the willow tree,where grey clouds wilter and fall,silenced by beating;wistful musings.Down by the roots,a resting place;tears entanglingand bu..
We Bloom

We Bloom

A Poem by witchyboy


Bark fraying, branches snatched,fitting to your whims and views,yet with life anewbefitted onto that we lostwe bloom.Painted grey was the ground,harde..
Her Garden Within Stasis

Her Garden Within Stasis

A Poem by witchyboy


Eyes as hollow as awaiting flower pots,the fertility dug out from their depths;still yet to bear the seedsof vibrancy overlapped, absorbing the sun&rs..
He Who Wore Candles On His Back

He Who Wore Candles On His Back

A Poem by witchyboy


He wore candles on his backFallen from faith was he;stripped of grace and salvation,to his knees.Readied with lashings,set to bear his altar,with wax ..
She Who Was.

She Who Was.

A Poem by witchyboy


She would breathe in the nothingand exhale whole galaxies.An artist by nature,her blood laced with creation;flowing from her fingertipsto the beat of ..
Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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