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Did it never occur to them
that it might not have been
the force of the mob that
overcame my sisters' power?
Did it never occur to them
that what martyred the witches
was their refusal to harm
even those who feared them?
that it might not have been
the force of the mob that
overcame my sisters' power?
Did it never occur to them
that what martyred the witches
was their refusal to harm
even those who feared them?
Literature
Never Forgotten
You are pushing...
Trying to erase...
But you refuse to wipe away those words that rest gentle on the lines.
You can't do it.
They are written in pen.
You won't rip the well designed paper either.
You will have to paint over those honest words.
You will always know that underneath those vibrant colours lies a hidden script.
A secret code that whispers in your sleep.
You have become a spy.
Undercover, in your own world.
What are you searching for?
Is it your treasure which you have tucked away?
Hopefully you will find that which you have intentionally lost,
And at its appearance,
You will forget the tears you shed,
And once again remember
Literature
...
fine then, just leave me alone
let me rot in this "shithole" existence
you don't like it?
well it's none of your business
try to turn me around
put me on "the right path"?
it won't work
you haven't experienced such wrath
and then experienced the everlasting calm
but you'll never understand
all you know is the bad
all you remember is sad
i'm sorry you felt the need to cut me off
it's a real shame
and you weren't even involved
as if our friendship was a game
well i miss your friendship
you hurt me just as badly
as the one you criticize
still, i would renew our bond, gladly
if you weren't this way or that
stubborn, hard headed
just open you
Literature
Busted!
All the body bleaks the moment: Dear now,
I was with you once, but eternities change
and it shouldn't matter except the grass
at green is grooming new confusions.
Dear bodies, bleak with knowing where you go,
you must flatter certain folds of perceiving
with feeling's foam; it is the only way
to hold us forward, toward this dented sky.
All these soggy sounds that boast of dear death,
that dime you purchased with a start.
I was with you once, but eternities will change
and still fold us forward, toward their awful skies.
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Ah. So absolutely true. 
Glass ceilings, inequality, martyrdom - all inspired by fear of nothing but simplicity and feminity - and that fear tries to continue in this country now in terrifying ways, even from (at least) two overly noisy and ignorant women - never mind the men, always too numerous.
But - to address the witches who suffered in colonial times and are still derided as "wiccan" follies, that, too, is a mistake similar to how Indians (I feel) who offered help to newcomers in their land were soon demolished for it. Mysterious (read "new") help is often mistaken for "evil." Interesting.
Glass ceilings, inequality, martyrdom - all inspired by fear of nothing but simplicity and feminity - and that fear tries to continue in this country now in terrifying ways, even from (at least) two overly noisy and ignorant women - never mind the men, always too numerous.
But - to address the witches who suffered in colonial times and are still derided as "wiccan" follies, that, too, is a mistake similar to how Indians (I feel) who offered help to newcomers in their land were soon demolished for it. Mysterious (read "new") help is often mistaken for "evil." Interesting.