November Witch
Over great bodies of water, a November Witch roars
Come one come all! I've rokeplayed here for a while, and never really focused on the community of this website. So I'd like to! I'm an avid poet and would like advice, or to hear what people think of it. So here are a few poems I guess!
Oceans of thought...
When your waves of thought,
Pummel your shoreline of consciousness,
Do you sit there and revel
In the blank calm white noise they make?
Or pluck one out of the sea of many
And listen to it's sweet individual melody alone from the rest?
Trust...
It's time to trust your heart.
Don't think just do
Follow it, it can do you no wrong
It can tell you only truths
It will lead you to the right people
People, because it prepares you for the next person
Growing stronger and wiser until
You meet the one
And all the people before prepared you and shaped you for your love
As you shaped them for theirs
For you are the sculpture
And you are the sculptor…
The Fire...
The wisps of the past echo through the light
The light giving off their intense emotions
And fiery passions
Their emotions and who they were in the past
The warmth showing their kind loving persons they were
Giving you the last of their spiritual energy
Sharing their last ounce of being with you
Warming you,
Bringing you joy and comfort…
And after that, they fade
They fade into a ploom that rises to the heavens
And finally they are free…
Oceans of thought...
When your waves of thought,
Pummel your shoreline of consciousness,
Do you sit there and revel
In the blank calm white noise they make?
Or pluck one out of the sea of many
And listen to it's sweet individual melody alone from the rest?
Trust...
It's time to trust your heart.
Don't think just do
Follow it, it can do you no wrong
It can tell you only truths
It will lead you to the right people
People, because it prepares you for the next person
Growing stronger and wiser until
You meet the one
And all the people before prepared you and shaped you for your love
As you shaped them for theirs
For you are the sculpture
And you are the sculptor…
The Fire...
The wisps of the past echo through the light
The light giving off their intense emotions
And fiery passions
Their emotions and who they were in the past
The warmth showing their kind loving persons they were
Giving you the last of their spiritual energy
Sharing their last ounce of being with you
Warming you,
Bringing you joy and comfort…
And after that, they fade
They fade into a ploom that rises to the heavens
And finally they are free…
