
Silver Satan ⋅
Druid, Pansexual, Peaceful Anarchist, Book Dragon, Artist, Tea Enthusiast, PTSD, Alternate Personalities, Theologian, Sexologist, Anxiety, Gypsy, Writer, Skeptic, Memento mori, Truth Seeker, Strange, No nonsense, Blunt, Wanderlust, Gamer, Meditator, Horror Movie Fanatic, Taco Lover. Not for the faint of heart. No, really I'm not just saying that I say shit I shouldn't out loud and often. (Hello Entry) https://www.prosebox.net/entry/670740/
“Ten men, ten colors.”
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Teach? in Pagan Babble
Who Me? I’ve been asked to teach before and almost always I accept but here’s the thing the students always wonder off. (And I do mean wonder!) It’s not their fault and it’s not mine it’s just wh...
Hahaha I made a haiku in This isn't poetry
Sleep like the dead wakes The earth shambles and she shakes Rise like the tide falls
Another one caught from the past in This isn't poetry
April 11, 2014 (Poetry Month) So many twisted winding roads, Torn from the passages of time. Laced with memories of the past. Those blacked corners of the mind. So many secrets churned to lessons...
April 3, 2014 (Poetry Month -Theme Forgiveness/Moving On) in This isn't poetry
Fallen tendrils of sweetened dreams Skims rhymes skips dimes and finds forgotten things. Hollowed masses, of emptied flesh; Writhe, still, calmest quiet, forging rotten rings. Gore speckled halos...
It Stings in This isn't poetry
I soaked in cherry blossom water until the light pink became dark and every bit of ink had grown wings and flown off pages into my mind. Still hot, steam pushing to the surface reminding me to st...
Unwinding in This isn't poetry
I feel it… Haunting me… This little itch… wants to be on paper. Spilled ink soaks into the parchment-like blood a surgical sponge Oil & Water Maybe it’s a game meant to be played. I want to...
Ehh I suck in Pagan Babble
Maybe I am terrible people. So on my quest to connect more with the modern pagan community and remove the stick that is shoved very far up my ass I decided I would start with Druid Groups I have ...
Dreams in Pagan Babble
I fell asleep looking for Yggdrasil and fell off a dark path melted into shadows and saw the world in design of Yggdrasil and saw myself die and when I died my soul lifted into the branches of Yg...
7 Day Ritual in Pagan Babble
Here we go my products came in and are perfect! Now to mix Hoodoo, Hermetic and Druid practices with a bit of blood magic and by Yggdrasil, I think I have it. My seven-day ritual of bathing medit...
Rain in Pagan Babble
Gods how I have wanted rain. Rain and thunder to clear my head and make the world silent and tonight I am blessed with those soft rumbles and clinking splashes outside the window as the house sle...
Pagan Babble in Pagan Babble
Jumping back into a practice of an archaic religion that the handful of people practice won’t even talk to you anymore (not that you want to talk to them anyway) is a lot like deciding to pick ba...
... in This isn't poetry
I beat the personal goal I set for myself this year, I made it past last years word count. It has me reflecting on some things. A little over a year ago I was going to kill myself. I had been sui...
Rambles in This isn't poetry
I am feeling strange raw but it’s a good thing. Everything I touch is sharp, blood wells to the surface at every thought, reminds me of cutting. I won’t go there. I cried today, am crying still. ...
Heart in This isn't poetry
It leapt like the sun screaming out for the moon. A hallowed out crevice where the shadows swoon. Broke into memories all scattered and lost. Came as a dark wind bringing the frost. Oh how it ris...
If you asked me who I am in This isn't poetry
There’s gallows humor behind those eyes A dotted line between her thighs A crucifix for childhood ills A bottled demon-a clash of wills A prescription list of mental flaws The dancer dancing abov...
What ? Do you call it love ? in This isn't poetry
Evaporated memories Cold tears and sunken victories Placed upon a pedastal Envoking something visceral Fallen like an acrobat Soul strung thin like wire, pain grown fat. How close it dances to th...
6/25/2017 in This isn't poetry
I’m afraid of myself, of the shadow that I cast, for it’s deep and it’s wide casting a divide too far to see across Speaking of crosses, there lies all the graves of times I’ve tried and died ...
5/9/2017 in This isn't poetry
Smoke dances with air sandalwood leaves it’s stain The room is spinning though I am sitting still Tears form but pour inside cutting as razors against soft skin Demons are my kin Again and again...
12/29/2016 in My year in Haikus :2016
The wind dead things meet. A twisting flight, soaring dance. A brittle brown waltz
11/21/2015 in My year in Haikus :2016
Leap from thin arms free Many a green hand grasping Silent deaths surround
Dumb in This isn't poetry
I am dumb for accepting this FR I am dumb for letting her talk I am dumb for making concessions But sometimes I don’t walk the talk I ‘m a fool for believing her words I’m a fool for hearing her ...
Addict in This isn't poetry
I’m just another addict looking for a quick fix, to wash over a corporeal, sedentary, pain. With an invisible bane. Ether reaching for aether falling, like a swift dream. Welcome to hell Flame...
9/29/2016 in My year in Haikus :2016
Laugh at the rain pour. Breathe, Meditate, Keep Going. Who needs blood anyway.
9/15/2016 in My year in Haikus :2016
Dark room, cloudy head Small flecks descend like angels The sun trapped outside
Mass Grave in This isn't poetry
It spins, the lights are laughing in all their gasping colors, wheezing for breath. Flying multi-colored clouds, splattered visions, still automated screams, candy colored vomit, a howling migrai...
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