Spells EssaySpells are More Than FormulasSpells Essay3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
By: Eric Thomas
Warning: This essay holds spiritual views and is therefore not for everyone.
Reading various different books on spellcraft, I always seem to find something, in one way or another. And this something is that spells are formulaic in nature, and that preparations for using magick are required. This isn't the case with every book, but it seems to be a majority opinion. So much so that there are books solely dedicated to the formulaic nature of spellcraft.
While having preparations for spells are good to have, they're not necessary. There are, in fact, entire belief systems where magick is spontaneous or just something that exists for use, without needing a cleared space, preparation, and the right tools first. The stock in ritualism and ceremonialism seem to stem from the belief that the magick performed these ways are more powerful, somehow. On top of that, there are the people who just like the rituals and ceremonies,
Tattoo ArtistI sit down at my desk,Tattoo Artist7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
crack my fingers,
and prepare to get to
it is like-
Instead of marking your
I mark your
making a permanent fixture into
Without even touching you.
What I do touch-
Have mercy on its soul.
preemptive breakup poemif anyone ever tells you your sadness isn't physical,preemptive breakup poem1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
show them the ache in your bones,
the raw skin on your arms or wrists or hips or thighs,
the imprint of your foetal body on your mattress from the days you couldn't bear to leave.
and you see this?
this is what hurt looks like.
i want you to look closer, lean in a little until you can feel the sadness on my breath
and i want you to watch my eyes. count how often they blink and count how many of them are forcing back words i still can never say.
i don't want you to miss a second of how you make me feel.
i want to be what keeps you up at night
i want to be the reason you can't eat
or laugh at your favourite tv programs
i want to be the reason
you walk with your eyes on the pavement
because too many things
remind you of me
i want you to feel the soreness of a heart unloved
loudly enough that the beating is mute and slow
loudly enough that you keep your hands in your pockets
when you move through the city so you don't touch any
The First Act of FreedomOne day they're going to ask why I did it. A lot of people are going to speculate and theorise and before long everyone will be talking about me and they'll have their own little hypothesis as to why I did it. The left wing will say I did it because there wasn't enough focus on welfare and taking care of the lower class. They'll say it wouldn't have happened if there was enough resources to address the issues no one ever knew I had. The right wing will say I did it because my parents didn't beat me enough as a child and that if I just got a good job and worked like a drone until I died then I wouldn't have done it. Some will say I was just plain crazy and there's some who will say I did it because I didn't get laid enough in my life. Then of course there are the psychos who will say the devil told me to do it or that I did it because I listened to too much Marilyn Manson.The First Act of Freedom5 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
All of them are wrong.
But I want people to know why I did it. I want people to know why I went up to that window o
Karate-kaWe are the ones you'd least expectKarate-ka9 years ago in Open More Like This
to know anything of strategy or warfare.
We are the ones who never start fights,
But are quite willing to end them if need be.
We are not the trouble-makers in life,
But neither are we the straight-A students.
Some of us toe the line on issues more than others,
But for the most part, we blend in.
For all our camouflaging ways, however,
We are the ones who stand alone
Against the struggles of everyday life.
Some of us neither want, nor need, anyone to stand beside us.
We have our philosophies to keep us warm at night,
Our creeds to sing us to sleep.
Our weapons are our teddy-bears,
And our katas lead us to dream.
JaneThe name Jane has always appeared somewhere or the other in my writing. Either in the words 'plain Jane' or 'Jane was not-' or even, 'how about a simple name like Jane'? Now, I never have known a Jane. Not ever. At least not until a few days ago. All I had were the many Janes in my stories to go on as reference.Jane3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Isn't it funny how you can associate faces with names? You start picturing what a Jane would look like. Probably someone with mousy brown hair, brown eyes, thick eyebrows and a pretty smile. Rather insipid, not nearly beautiful or even pretty but passable.
So when Jane Julia Simpson walked into my life, to say the least, I was not prepared. She chose an opportune afternoon to do so. I had just had a fight with my sort of boyfriend of four months, I was sitting in a coffee shop and I had absolutely no inspiration as I stared at the blank screen of my laptop. She flooded my thinking by crashing in the seat in front of me.
I looked up, startled as one would when interrupted from a
BIRDIf I regret anything, it is the reticence of birds--BIRD4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my reticence, the uncertainty of the word "today,"
which rusts like the flute before Judith one.
If there is a time to undress, it is now,
but my thoughts close in on me, like a tunnel,
and I lose sight of everything except the wind.
Beneath it all, my hollow bones
are icy blue, each joy expunged--
I feel it keenly, here, and there.
BurrowI am but a flume, a flutter of a nearby tombBurrow3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
where, sputtering high, we haze in gloom,
we gaze in tune, we pace the moon.
Forgive me if I'm merely a fag,
forgive me for taking merely a drag,
forgive me for this joint in hand.
Forgive me for the clear skies I had
...for I am but a plume.
Darling, be kind.
Dear Alice, did I ever mean to delude?
Go ask the petunias if I was much too rude.
Told myself that I could kick the habit--
--whoops, there goes another rubber rabbit tree!
What an attic you've made in the House
And I will BURN these phantasmagorical forests down
to the ground!
I will light a spark and I'll LAUGH
(don't be daft)
I'll go at Merry from around!
Dear Alice, did I ever mean to deceive?
I'll confide in the violets to help me bereave,
but though the oysters have clammed up
I don't think I'll believe this folly--
--whoops, this water's full of whimsy!
You wouldn't have made an attic
if you'd just Drink Me.
And I will b
Hiroshima - ShadowsI went and watched Enola GayHiroshima - Shadows3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
go on her killing way today
and knew that later I could say
I helped to blow the Japs away.
There simply wasn't enough room
here in Mother Nature's womb.
We sent the bomb and made it bloom.
The whole damn isle became a tomb.
The mushroom clouds, they reared up tall,
turned children into fireballs.
The radiation got 'em all,
left silent shadows on the walls.
Jockey's Glee"Jockey, Jockey!"Jockey's Glee4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They scream at me!
I meet them with a smile,
But they're never happy to see me!
Let's play a game, I know just what to do;
I'll hop on your back, and try to steer you!
Let's see just what fun we can have,
While I scratch at your face with my pretty, clawed hands!
Oops! I've run you into the fire!
Oops! I've run you into a crowd!
Oops! I've run you off of your higher,
Vantage point so we can all take you down!
Oops! I've run you into burning goo!
Oops! I've forced you over to the crying Miss!
Oops! I've lead you to my friend the Tank,
And now he'll punch you to itty-bits!
What fun, what fun, we shall always enjoy!
And now that you're broken, I won't play with you anymore!
I'm off, I'm off, to find my next friend!
So we can play the same game, all over again!
They Screamed WitchSobbing to myself, lap as a resting place for my handsThey Screamed Witch5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What's going on, I don't understand?
Oh, why, why did this have to come to be?
Why, why... Oh God, why me?
This red light around me serves as no condolence
Nor do these fellow creatures who seem so absent-minded... What!
Why does this fool get near me!? This is not something of my tolerance!
I can't take this, get out of my face! Stay away from me, go elsewhere to run amok!
Are my growls not enough to deter you from my space!?
I'm growing impatient, get away from my place!
Must I stand and scream at you to get you to go away!?
Get the message I don't want you here, or you will pay!
Stop shining that light in my face!
That's it--I'll give you a chase!
Run away you little idiot! I don't care what you do!
Or how fast you run, I'll still catch you!
I've got you, I've struck you down!
Is this what you wanted, how you want to be found!?
Die now, no more will I let you be disturbing!
With your little flashlight and gun, your foosteps near
Christian: Not a LabelYes, I am a Christian.Christian: Not a Label2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That doesn't mean I'll be showing up on your front porch
Waving a Bible in your face screaming "Have you heard?
Heard the Good News?"
Yes, I am a Christian.
That doesn't mean I'll condemn you to hell for drinking that glass of wine,
Telling you to treat your body like a temple and keep it pure.
Jesus Christ drank wine, didn't he?
Yes, I am a Christian.
That doesn't mean I'll be picketing your home, your work, your friends
Just because your beliefs don't agree with mine.
That's a little childish, right?
Yes, I am a Christian.
That doesn't mean that I devote my Sundays to God, turn off the phone,
TV and light and read my Scriptures by daylight.
I'm a college student. We call Sunday the "day of catching up."
Yes, I am a Christian.
That doesn't mean that I will spit on you because you deign to walk down the street arm-in-arm or hand-in-hand with a member of the same sex.
God created us all equal, didn't He?
Yes, I am a Christian.
That doesn't mean that I can't accept
Yours never wasYours5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
never will be
what the fuck was i thinking.
How To Ask Someone To Let You Love ThemI think you keep secrets under your skinHow To Ask Someone To Let You Love Them2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like trees keep rings and do not know it,
like the sea teems,
like dark and quiet space
keeps every ray of light
the stars whispered to one another
when they were still young
and dying to make love.
I think you keep secrets in you
like the desert keeps sands,
like sleep keeps dreams,
like cities keep sleepless people
and people looking for sleepless people
to fall asleep with.
I think you keep secrets
like secrets like to be kept,
and I want to learn them all.
A Kiss On The ForeheadHumming bird,A Kiss On The Forehead5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for the last time;
Thoughts from the terminusIn the endThoughts from the terminus5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I boarded the first train destined for the future.
Luggage light and no distracting thoughts.
Whatever would be should be.
I have always been a safe passenger,
the world has smoothly passed me by;
beautifully fenestrated walls
framing the faces and places
rushing past my shaded escape
in mutual illusion like celluloid strips.
At the transit station
I should have checked the itinerary
and felt the parabolic apex of the ground
beneath my eager feet.
Chasing towards my pointless destination
without a single station puncturing the way
I stay on track for my personal decay.
Still, I clench the rabbit's foot and open my pristine eyes:
nothing derails like waking up and finding yourself
naked and leashed.
I quake my existence in rebellion.
I am thrown off the last train I will ever board
In the impact crater
my mind and body break and mend again.
I can take my first true steps for the rising sun.
Dazed and fazed I climb the nearest rise
and find the uncharted hills bec
SnowcoverNothing beats in the heart of winter.Snowcover5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We keep our frozen faces
in our open cooler. So hard to dance
in the sudden dark.
We keep forgetting
time fireflies. It is the only thing
that keeps on burning.
Glowing windows frame
our oven lives. We never realize
when we are done.
Slabs of meat, solid
slabs of meat. There is no age
before the spring.
Dead people driven
from the cold. We burn or bury,
but never discard.
In the raw before the snow
all feelings shiver. The distance between
two people touching?
Come thaw, the rot is always brought to light.
I Am A WriterI am a deadly murdererI Am A Writer4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am a crazy psychopath
I am a gentle ruler
I am a war-driven tyrant
I am a secretive assassin
I am a jealous lover
I am a tortured soul
I am a ruthless god
I am manipulative
I am all-mighty
I am powerful
I am omnipotent
I am murderous
I am loving
I make sweet dreams
I make terrifying nightmares
I make tender moments
I make anguished deaths
I am the one
I am their god
I am a writer.
Her Name Was ChastityHer name was Chastity, which was funny because she was anything but chaste. She loved to fuck, and by the time I met her she'd done it plenty of times. Far more than I had, and that's saying something.Her Name Was Chastity2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I suppose most guys would have been worried getting involved with a girl like her, but I wasn't. Just the opposite. I loved that she wasn't ashamed to admit she enjoyed sex, that she had it as often as she wanted and didn't let petty words like "slut" define her.
And I loved her name—the irony of it, the way it sounded, the way it tasted in my mouth. Despite its meaning, "chastity" has got to be one of the most erotic words ever invented. It made me want to fuck her even more. Every time I said it—every time I thought it—the air around me would humidify and I would look at her and see an innocent child, pure and untouched, and I would want to deflower her all over again.
I told her this once, and she laughed and said, "Oh, Christian… how un-Christian of yo
Death of an insect.Tiny little organism. So small you can walk along a single strand of hair so utterly unnoticeable .so completely insignificant. Should you go to Heaven too? What possible use would you have there? But then what possible use do humans have there? What makes your soul so different from theirs? Do you even have a soul? They seem to think not. Does this mean that I do not govern who goes but they do instead? Are they the keepers of this place? The builders? The Designers? The Creators? Everybody seems to have a different opinion about what happens when you go there, who takes you and what it all looks like. Isnt it funny how two minds can see the exact same thing differently? I think it is. Why cant we all just agree? Must you be left behind because they say it should be so?Death of an insect.5 years ago in Horror More Like This
Does the cry of an insect not matter, if there is a human to hear instead? Seems rather unfair, wouldnt you say my friend? Why should you be l