Yo, Weird Change Of Pace

Yo, weird change of pace

All my witch buds out there, make yourself some freakin' lemon and salt water. It is good for nearly every protection and warding thing out there.

3 parts lemon juice

1 part salt

1 part water

Get one of them egg brush things, put in doorways, put it on windowsills, put in on mirrors, fridges, ovens, microwaves, literally anything (not plants though, not too much a fan of the salt). Soak things in it (wooden things are great for it!), bless your jewelry with it (make sure they can handle the acidity first though), clean your freaking floors with it! It's all purpose, baby!

Can you even deal? 'Cause I cant!

4 AM (Blackout Poem)

I  saw an end that night  I fear day  that fear was something that’d only come out during sleepless days  It was never real  I say a glimpse of a future I never wanted that night.  the fear is real now  there’s a  future where  I’ll stop trying  I will be yours until that future becomes real

Fathoms

Can you trust the empty fathoms? Those dark ravines in your mind? That meaningless void inside, The cracks and the holes that cover you?

Can you even perceive the immeasurable despair that fills you? That seeps inside your bones like the lonely cold, That  gnaws on your corpse like the cat you neglected to feed?

Can you even understand  the pain you have caused in yourself? The suffering you have wrought from your absence? The tragedy that will come when you fail to open your eyes and see the world again?

No. You cannot trust yourself to be kind. You cannot perceive yourself, not truly. You cannot understand the joy I feel around you.

You are immeasurable, Cold, Dark, And alone.

Your heart is a ship lost at sea, A child left on a doorstep, The only painting in a museum, A puddle of blood being washed away in the rain.

You look in the mirror and say, “Loveless” “Forgettable” “Inadequate”

But I look in your eyes and whisper contradictions. “Loved, at least by one.” “Will always be remembered, even in little ways.” “Absolutely perfect in my mind.”

Remember that I will be your lighthouse, Your blanket when you feel cold, Your companion when you feel alone, And your light when you only feel the dark.

Isn’t it Amazing?

Isn’t it amazing, That after four whole years, I still light up when I see you?

Isn’t it amazing, That even when the day is at the worst it can be, You still make it the best one yet?

Isn’t it amazing, After almost half a decade, We’ve never had anything to fight about?

After four whole years, Five if you count before that forgotten date, That one I think we said was in May,

I still cross that bridge, Walk down those stairs, And light up like the stars you compared me to.

When we sit, And you eat the same lunch and I swallow the same nothing, I still surround myself in every word you say.

My face still hurts from smiling so hard, My brain is still smothered by every thought of you, My skin aches for another feeling of you.

When we walk our separate ways for the day, I still reach out my hand for you, And regret ever letting you go.

I still want to hold you forever, I still want to laugh over dumb little things, I still want to see you, day after day.

Isn’t that amazing? (This poem is talking about a different person than the two posted before it just so you know.) 

As soon as I get ahold of you, I'll cry and I'll beg you to never let go of me again.

It's not worth going if you're not there.