Silver Satan ⋅

I write all sorts of things, some silly, some nerdy, a lot of it about my life. Mental Illness, Trauma, Death, Religion, Poetry, & Casual Banter most of it Bookish.

Hell is empty and all the devils are here.

William Shakespeare, The Tempest

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Alcohol… I would like alcohol… Or to rip Demon into little tiny itty shreds… https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLsGfmAaAEy04-bZdj1DjSbs-uUfl2MRQG


July 19, 2018

- in This isn't poetry

The night without stars is friendly The night without moon is a dream If the light were not free but were stolen I would sleep in bliss and miss naught a beam Tis the flames that build up and sur...


July 10, 2018

- in This isn't poetry

In this, cradle of a still pond I lay waiting. Mewling unorthodox cries, releasing a howl most guttural. Visceral my laying here at all, I wait. Waiting, for a time the tongues dripping -drool s...


May 13, 2018

Runes in Pagan Babble

In response to can one speak in runes The short answer No runes are not accommodated with a vocal language. The long answer linguistically speaking runes may or may not be derived from an alphabe...


“I’m allowed to have FEELINGS” I’m screaming at air, the only one listening the cat in a chair. For once they are hidden, while all spilling out, and I feel like I’m drowning won’t you please pul...


May 02, 2018

Home in This isn't poetry

(Because sometimes fear has to be frightened away by song, and Irish is the only way to go.) The darkness it has come upon me. Laying down to blanket me from harm The stars a cloak that spills ...


April 28, 2018

Anemone in This isn't poetry

In a field of Poppies standing estranged Fighting the winds, and pleading for rain. Alone in the center a swirling hydrant Of all that is lovely, and all that is tyrant. Swallowed by howls deafen...


I have so much to write here but I’ve kept putting it off because so much else has been going on. I’ve been pragmatically guiding a few people. I say guide because I’ve been teaching them as they...


April 17, 2018

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...


Sleep like the dead wakes The earth shambles and she shakes Rise like the tide falls


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...


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...


March 25, 2018

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...


March 25, 2018

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...


March 16, 2018

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 ...


March 09, 2018

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...


February 22, 2018

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...


February 20, 2018

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...


February 19, 2018

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...


November 30, 2017

... 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...


August 28, 2017

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. ...


August 26, 2017

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...


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...


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...


June 25, 2017

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 ...


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