The Fifth Witch

Author’s Note: This piece was written in response to a photo, which can be found here

If you would like to see more of the photographer’s work (and I would highly recommend him), you can do so here

Five witches gave birth to the elements

Earth air fire and water

Dressed to represent their children

But the fifth witch bore a child unknown to this planet

Naming her progeny Void

Space

That which comes before birth and after death

All released from her child will come to be

All her descendant takes back will cease

Praised as the giver of life

As she controls all before it is

Neither witch nor man can depart her company

Without returning someday

 

None can name any who opposed her

For how can someone be named

When they suddenly never were

Pokédate

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Dropping a lure was the perfect lonliness cure

I caught a Pikachu

A Jinx

And you

You’re as pretty and rare as Mew

And I hoped I could be your Mew too

I must have had a lucky egg in my inventory

Because this could be the perfect love story

So we share locations for poké stops and gyms

And you ask is there a her as I ask is there a him

We smile and decide to hatch these ten kilometer eggs with company

So we’re walking and talking when suddenly

You see a gym and dive into action with a Butterfree

And I say that gym is already taken by me

It says on your phone that it’s ruled by Valor but you must have missed it”

Then you broke my heart when you said you were Team Mystic

I can’t believe we Pokédated

Mystic is overrated

Valor is this gyn’s ruler

Articuno may be cold but Moltres is cooler

You can try and take that gym but I won’t let it be

Our love has fainted

And so will your Butterfree

Allure

 

diamondI came across a talking diamond

I picked it up and listened to what was said

It spoke of how it wasn’t pretty yet

Wanting my shade of red

Now my pants are black and my jacket is green

Whatever could the diamond mean

 

I woke in a groggy state

Crimson nightmares hurled me into the waking land

Where the diamond had turned pink

And lay sleeping in my hand

The clock mocked

As the energy needed for simple tasks shocked

But it does not matter

How awfully slow the days go by

For I have my talking diamond

Always by my side

 

I now have a pale complexion

And shadows under my eyes

Upon closer inspection

Yet the cause of all this

There is no detection

Until my talking diamond spoke

One last time

About the shade of red

It could never find

It said rubies get all the fame

So to match is to mimic

And to mimic is to be the same

Within my veins coursed its shade of red

It knows I am too weak

To get out of bed

The diamond will be pretty

The ruby has been fed

Moon Over Me

Seven billion members of humankind

And me

With a difference the mirror cannot see

The earth was not the first to touch my feet

I spend my nights looking at the stone in the sky

After days of mingling with a species that isn’t mine

 

Seven billion members of humankind

And she

Is the one with a heartbeat for me

She assumes I am what she can see

She thinks we are in tune

But my heart points me to the moon

 

Seven billion members of humankind

And we

Were born not to be

I want to reach inside of me

Remould what is wrong and have a human heart

Our true loves are so close but we are too far aparteye-1202254_1280

Soulful Story

This story has a happy middle

And I need to tell it to you because if I don’t

Then I doesn’t have a happy middle

Gosh you’re even prettier up close

So pretty you make the tongue lose memory

And legs feel like they had a lobotomy

Me talking to you now is just an exception to your rule

A reign I could only admire from afar

But I knelt with the rest of them in your church

You’re so pretty that…

That…

A man would sell his soul just to talk to you

That wasn’t a metaphor

I bought a story to say to you

The irony is that this is the story

And the silly thing is

It should have costed more

I would buy ten or twelve stories if I had more souls

So yeah

This is the happy middle I was talking about

Yes I would love to have coffee with you

Just you and me

But I can’t

There is somewhere I need to be

Golden Words

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(I learnt sign language)

At least I didn’t have the problem

Of trying to say something

I rest my hands on the table

She raises an eyebrow

More accustomed and educated with this language

(but…)

And she gave a pause

Just like spoken word

She continued

(why? That’s a whole language. And-)

I cut in

Clasping my hands over the rapid movement of her speech

And resting them on the table

(because you sound interesting)