the_eclectic_witch

An eclectic, eccentric INFJ . A nightowl who introspects. Writing is self administered therapy for me.

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  • the_eclectic_witch 17h

    #mirakee #readwriteunite #writersnetwork #alisdaire_ocaimph #poetess_for_you #whatiflovehadalife #loveanimated #mythicalbeasts


    I have heard many tales
    and myths that spells,
    Love makes you alive!!

    They tell us about
    how your heart comes to life
    at the touch of love!!

    They tell us how love
    blesses you with heightened senses
    and such passion pumping inside !!

    But what does love look like?..
    And how does love move about ?..
    Which language possesses love's tongue?..

    I think if I gave a life to my love,
    with a glorious ruddy beating heart,
    and senses hitherto unseen;

    My love would be a dragon,
    a rare beast with a fiery soul;
    with wings meant to guard destinies!!

    Yes, He could make you soar,
    over the highest of clouds..!!
    And you feel at peace, happy and content!!..

    But, He could also burn you,
    in a fire so hot that burns blue..!!
    And you are left in ashes and ruins!!..


    PS: What do you think your love looks like?!..

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    Love animated!

    My love would be a dragon,
    a rare beast with a fiery soul;
    with wings meant to guard destinies!!


    ©the_eclectic_witch

  • the_eclectic_witch 1d

    Word Prompt:

    Write a 3 word micro-tale on Care

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    Love that shows!!

  • the_eclectic_witch 1d

    #mirakee #readwriteunite #writersnetwork #wordsfromthesoul #Amaptofindme #intimateconversations
    @alisdaire_ocamiph #poetess_for_you

    You write so much these days!
    He remarks.
    Is there a question in that statement?
    I enquire.

    Why do you do it?!.. He probes.
    Why do you breathe?!.. I answer.
    "Writing isn't living!!" he mocks.
    "Maybe for you, but not me", I differ.

    But why?.. He presses on.
    What urges you?.. he wonders.
    I ponder an explanation,and decide on
    'These words are a map, to find me.'

    We are little orbs of energy
    borrowed from this world;
    some positive and some negative,
    connected to all that surrounds us!!..
    I explain.

    We are the stuff of dreams, made from this earth,light,wind,fire,shadows,
    a little magic and many a million things!!..
    One day, we will shed this being
    and transcend, become one with nature!!..
    I continue.

    One day, this skin will bloom into flowers
    and this heart might turn into many tiny pebbles.
    One day, we will enter the eternal cycle
    and become soul food for this universe.

    I've thought about that day,
    and when it comes,
    and I am gone,
    People can find me again,
    in these words I leave behind!!..

    Is there another better way to be remembered?!..


    PS: Let's love this life and this miraculous little blue planet of ours that made it possible!!..

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    A map to find me!

    One day, this skin will bloom into flowers
    and this heart might turn into many tiny pebbles.
    One day, we will enter the eternal cycle
    and become soul food for this universe.

    I've thought about that day,
    and when it comes,
    and I am gone,
    People can find me again,
    in these words I leave behind!!..


    ©the_eclectic_witch

  • the_eclectic_witch 3d

    #mirakee #writersnetwork #readwriteunite @alisdaire_ocaoimph #poetess_for_you #happyplace #thememoriesofawomb #atlantislost #findingyourself


    The wide repertoire
    of every dismal dark day
    draws out a routine of sadness,
    rooted deep in the shadows of my soul!!

    I carry the weight
    of dying hope in that long plight
    and still yearn for a light,
    that lessens the exhaust I bear and bare!!

    There I am an afterthought in human size,
    lost in time and walking and in turn
    waiting for a direction towards home,
    looking for a place where I belong!!

    Then the child in me yearns for comfort
    and the confines of a womb calls to me,
    waiting to cover me in the welcoming
    coolness of her damp touch, almost alive!!

    My legs move and hands turn on command,
    twisting the metallic shower handles,
    I stand there resembling a humanoid
    plugged into its portal, slowly recharging!!

    There I am the actor and spectator of my life,
    going through the motions and stopping
    to feel the wet caresses poured all
    over me, water that soothes and saves!!

    Then the heat builds and I wonder what the water
    running off of me tastes like, whether it has become
    a weak tea flavoured from the dregs
    of my experiences, dredged in depths of my sorrow!!

    Soon, I am the water descending and drifting,
    I transform into the ricochet of droplets on the floor,
    I turn into muted sounds of a serene cascade;
    I am in Atlantis, my happy place, a lost sanctum !!

    Inside the fall-walls of my fading atlantis,void of cares;
    strength finds me at my most vulnerable,
    knotted thoughts untangle as troubles wash away; and
    I am resurrected, remade whole again!!

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    PS: What's your happy place?

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    My Atlantis

    .......
    Soon, I am the water descending and drifting,
    I transform into the ricochet of droplets on the floor,
    I turn into muted sounds of a serene cascade;
    I am in Atlantis, my happy place, a lost sanctum !!
    ......
    ©the_eclectic_witch

  • the_eclectic_witch 4d

    #mirakee #colour #redsoul #writersnetwork #readwriteunite #alisdaire_ocaimph #poetess_for_you #rebelliousred #lovingred

    Real Red

    I see red
    when I look at you;
    not the kind of red
    that prickles and burns
    and screams of anger,
    but the kind that
    caresses and tempts and
    sings serenades of love!!

    Your lovely hard skin,
    a magnificent shade of russet,
    like the hide of a sacred being,
    dangerous yet too noble to curb!!

    Your kind mellow soul,
    the hue of a magnanimous sienna,
    like earth burnt bare under the sun,
    passionate,grounded and resilient!!

    I see red,
    when I look at you;
    that faint red that colours
    everything as the last sane thought falters
    and the eyes close
    before the last bright light dims
    and the soul bids adieu
    to the mortal casing of life!!

    Red, I'll see you last.
    At my very last.
    You'll be there.
    Only you and red.

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    Real Red

    I see red,
    when I look at you;
    that faint red that colours
    everything as the last
    sane thought falters
    and the eyes close
    before the last bright light dims
    and the soul bids adieu
    to the mortal casing of life!!

    Red, I'll see you last.
    At my very last.
    You'll be there.
    Only you and red.
    ©the_eclectic_witch

  • the_eclectic_witch 5d

    #mirakee #readwriteunite #writersnetwork #Hermagnumopus #handsomesttome #mylostmuse #alisdaire_ocaimph #poetess_for_you #jonginkai

    Bold strokes of a confident hand,
    The painting is a masterpiece,
    Executed as planned.
    You are her magnum opus!..

    I stand there gaping in awe
    at that smile on your face,
    I count those crinkles
    around your half moon eyes!..
    I recall how I drew you
    in that memory I've kept framed..!
    I remember when my hand
    was the closest to your skin..!

    Then again, I never had the colours
    that could do your beauty justice..!
    Then again, I couldn't be the master
    I promised you I would become!

    The more I look at you
    I am reminded,
    Some are destined to be onlookers..
    and I understand,
    Some paintings are better left unfinished..
    Just like us!..

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    Her Magnum Opus

    Wish you were mine!
    ©the_eclectic_witch

  • the_eclectic_witch 5d

    #mirakee #writersnetwork #readwriteunite #Thenightowlsleeps #mournfulsleep
    @alisdaire_ocaoimph #poetess_for_you

    The nightowl sleeps...

    She wore a quoted shirt,
    that read in bold yellow,
    'I was made from sunny days',
    which turned midnight blue at her touch!!..

    She was a night-owl who wrote,
    the nocturnal bard of whispers true,
    who could see past any darkness,
    and flew like magic, into corners unseen!!..

    She flit around restless in the morn,
    her existence bleak, in the reflection
    those rounded big eyes caught in the glass,
    it was anything but serene and becoming!!..

    She tried her luck in finding spells
    that might bring her sleep again,
    those tales of Sandman and Sleep demons
    weighs equally good on her scales of need.!!

    Little did she know, that in her search
    she wandered into her own restricted
    palace of memory, the path to which
    she had kept in a book of love letters!!..

    Love letters that were painted pink;
    the washed out colour of a red heart that bled!..
    Love letters that smelled of fresh lime, popcorn,an old library,evening walks, long stretching roads and the night breeze that caresses and tickles !!..

    Behold, as her world stills, noises retract to silence,
    all she hears is her heart, as memories start singing!!..

    'One day
    I wish to hold you so,
    that you will see stars bursting
    under your skin with my every touch..!!'

    She feels his desire melted
    in that soulful, velvetine voice..!!

    'One day
    I want to kiss you so,
    that time is lost in the maze of our bodies,
    and endless warmth and bliss cloaks us'!!..

    She feels her red heart sprouting roses,
    shyness painting her blush a lush shade.

    'One day
    I will taste that honey blush on my lips',
    he said, as he stroked her cheeks gently..!!

    'One day.. I..'
    He stops with a chuckle,
    and leaves, that sentence unfinished.

    She could almost touch,
    his smile and the undercurrent of urge,
    in those words of anticipation!!..

    She remembered the look of him,
    and seeing that garden of fantasy
    flowering in his clear eyes..!!

    She feels her heart twist and visions shift
    from colours to grey,
    and the noises are turned back on!!..

    One day..she hears herself say and sigh,
    soon she drifts off into a mournful sleep ,
    dreaming of him and that day, which never came!!.

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    The nightowl sleeps

    ©the_eclectic_witch

  • the_eclectic_witch 1w

    #mirakee #colour #writersnetwork #readwriteunite #magicalcolours #poesyinwords #poetess_for_you #alisdaire_ocaimph #Everywordbecomesacolour

    Every words becomes a colour!

    If only every word was a colour,
    then meaning would bring depth;
    while tone makes way for contrast..!!

    If so, every poem is born a colour-wheel,
    carrying beauty to the senses galore;
    floating in the most florid light of fancy!!

    Maybe there, all shall be rewritten,
    It could be a world of unbridled emotions,
    Each day morph into one collage of truth..!!

    Maybe then we won't see dark and light,
    Because black is beauty in its sacred glory,
    and white is reflection of the purest souls!

    Even amidst such beauty, when I write of you,
    It would be a song of unseen hues,
    a word mural most unreal to behold..!!

    Your mind would be my one rainbow,
    Your aura will scrawl onto my palette bare,
    splashing paint on the gray guises I wear..!!

    Even then, I think,
    You would be called a fantasy;
    etched out in one alluring verse..!!

    Even then, I feel,
    your name would remain a vivid spell;
    forever beguiling and undoing my being..!!

    Even then,
    You'll remain the best kind of magic for me.

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    Every word becomes a colour!

    If only every word was a colour,
    then meaning would bring depth;
    while tone makes way for contrast..!!

    If so, every poem is born a colour-wheel,
    carrying beauty to the senses galore;
    floating in the most florid light of fancy!!

    ©the_eclectic_witch

  • the_eclectic_witch 1w

    #mirakee #readwriteunite #writersnetwork #stronger #survivingheartbreak #lifegoeson
    #alisdaire_ocaimph #poetess_for_you

    In the end,
    it was just me and my thoughts,
    caught in a hand-made trap,
    most painful and active
    long after you were gone,
    triggering every inch of my being
    into a hostile territory for love,
    Until my haywire brain,
    reconfigured itself,
    so that my frozen limp heart,
    started beating again,
    and then my battered soul,
    remembered it can smile!!

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    What doesn't kill you makes you stronger!

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    and then my battered soul, 
    remembered it can smile!!
    ©the_eclectic_witch

  • the_eclectic_witch 1w

    Word Prompt:

    Write a 6 word one-liner on Narrow

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    The gap narrows
    and tears escape!!