I am a lot of things, sometimes too many but most of the time not enough.
I feel like everything
Anything, that is me!
But then I feel like Nothing
Non-existence, emptiness, as far as the eye can see.
I feel like a God
Power, confidence, impossible to beat!
Then I feel like a God killer
Anything, everything, for an impossible feat.
I feel odd
Different but fine, nobody's normal so why should I?
Then I feel made
Look at me, look at everyone. All just the same.
I feel calm
Everything in its place and in the palm of my hand!
Then I feel chaotic
Disarray, confusion, power, did I ever have a plan?
I feel powerful
I can do anything!
The I feel weak
How did I even make it this far? Can I go on? Should I?
I feel fine
Things are going as they should, life is easy!
The I feel like I’m drowning
But why is everyone still breathing?
I feel like too many things
The list seems endless! I could be anything I wish to be, is that pretentious?
Then I feel like not enough
The list is endless, but my list isn't. The finite versus the infinite, the difference is indeed endless.
What Am I? Why am I? How am i even here?
-An attempt at poetry, by a not so poetic Moki-Mori
Gender is… confusing.
There's so many labels, manners of thinking, and opinions about the topic. There's nothing wrong with that of course, every label and opinion and manner of thinking is valid in some way or another.
It's just, there's so many ways to approach it nowadays. (look me at, sounding old)
I don't really think about gender or identity in that sense. I don't truly have a label that I use or identify with. I wasn't raised to use labels in that way, and I never really have. On occasion I’ll use labels to help others understand me so that they can respect my boundaries and preferences, but other than that those labels mean nothing to me.
I'm just me.
Somedays I am a me in a dress with curls and decked out in my shiny things, going around with a sword over my shoulder and plundering other people’s shiny things.
Other days I am a me in a large sweater and glasses that don't have lenses, sitting in a sack chair with a cup of tea and a book in my lap as the rain patters on those outside.
There are days where I am a me in a suit and tie, working a 9 to 5 and providing for myself. Sitting at my desk working or lounging at home doing so.
There are days where I am a me who is many things, too many to count and yet it doesn't feel like I am enough things at the same time.
I never feel like just one thing. To put a label on it, I never feel like just a man, or just a woman, or just a non-binary, or just a omni-gendered person. I am just me and who I am changes in some ways everyday, though there are things that are a constant for me.
Some days I prefer Pronouns, some days I don't. Some days I feel more like one gender than another, and some days I feel the complete opposite. Some days I feel like a singular gender, but most days I just feel like me.
An odd and chaotic amalgamation.
That's just who I am.
Or do I?
Is it Such a Horrid Color?
Dark as night, though not quite. The color of darkness, death, and throws of evil. Bad omens wear it, the monsters of children’s dreams live in it, death is it. Why is such a wonderful color, or shade for those whom are picky about that, become the bearer of such horrible things?
Through the black of night we see the bright shining stars and glowing moon, highlighted and complemented by the sky’s darkness. The dark feathers of crows and raven, glistening beautifully like obsidian in the sky. The reapers and those of death do not harm, they wear clothes of mourning as they bring the souls from mortal plane to their resting place.
The color of calm, the color of rest, the color of final peace, the color of grounding, the color of so many things. Too many things one might think, but it is the perfect color for all of them.
Well… perhaps it is the perfect color. Who knows? I don't. Or do I?
Fat or Tall?
Are horizontal lines on wallpaper fattening?Yes, yes they are. It is the same with vertical lines on wallpaper being heightening. The true question is, does one want the room to look fat or tall?
That is purely up to personal taste, and in my opinion and taste a fat room is a good room.
You see, fat rooms mean more depth of space to put stuff. Shelves, seats, shiny things, more space for all of it!
And yes, I know that one could put very tall shelves in a tall room. However, it is hard to see the things on the taller part of the shelves. That means I cannot enjoy my stuff, which I may or may not hoard, and thus the tall shelves are useless to me!
Fat rooms mean more places to put things at a more comfortable and convient level for viewing said things. And as a master of having lots (and perhaps to many) stuffs, having more spots to look at the stuff is good.
In short, horizontal stripes on wallpaper do make rooms look fat and I am an enjoyer of fat rooms.
The Perversion of my Religion
If you were to see the five pointed star in a circle somewhere, what would you first think of? If you said (or thought) Satanism or Satanic, you would be in the unfortunate majority. You see, the shape that many call a pentagram and associated with Satanic things and rituals is actually a religious symbol in Paganism known as the Pentacle. It represents harmony, equality, and the five elements working together to create the world as we know it. The Pentacle slowly became known as the pentagram when Christianity began to santanize the Pagan religion and practices, perverting one of the most peaceful religious symbols we have into something associated with horrible crimes and rituals that Pagans don't practice or have a hand in at all. Because of this perverting of paganism, a lot of people hear me say “Oh, I'm a Pagan Witch '' and immediately think that I worship Satan and hurt animals as sacrifices (Note: I do not do these things. The worst I have done is yell at a bowl of water for not cooperating with me). There is so much negative media and stereotypes around my religion that makes it hard for me to be open about what I practice and why. It so quickly changes people's perceptions of me when I reveal my religious affiliation, and oftentimes it changes it for the worse.
When someone tells you “I am a witch” or “I practice Witchcraft”, what is the first thing that comes to mind? If you said (or thought) witchcraft isn't real, they’re a big harry potter nerd, or something off of those lines you would again be in the majority. People don't take Witchcraft seriously, and I'm not really surprised. With the stereotypes made by popular media such as Harry Potter, people no longer really consider it a religion. People mock me for saying “I am a witch.”, Which I am. I practice witchcraft, I cast spells, hold rituals, speak to those in different planes, I am a witch. But so many people just see that as me saying “I love Harry Potter so much that I made it my whole personality!”, which isn't true at all. Paganism and Pagan Witchcraft have been around for much much much longer that Harry Potter has. And while witchcraft (or stories of it) did inspire works like Harry Potter, the series did not accurately represent what Witchcraft really is. And that's fine, things like that are fantasy works, full of whimsy and magick (like a fairytale) and it's not bad for them to show witchcraft and magic in that way. What's bad is that people are no longer able to separate Magic (fairytale stuff) from Magick (Witchcraft stuff).
I just wish that I could say “I'm a witch” or “I practice Pagan Witchcraft” without people herding their children away from me in fear and disgust or laughing and mocking me for being an idiot. I just want to practice my religion and be open about it, like many others about their religion. I feel that through many centuries and through various mediums, my religion has been perverted into something to be mocked, joked about, feared, and shamed for.
Witchcraft isn't bad or evil, it's good and I do good things with it. I cast lucky spells to help with getting a job or passing that test, focus spells to help my friends study. I don't cast spells on people without their permission, and many witches don't curse or hex or jinx people. Witchcraft is powerful, just as other religions are. Witchcraft is good, but it has the potential to be bad if used incorrectly, exactly like any other religions in this plane. I do all I can to try and change the perverted mess that witchcraft has been seen as and show it as the good that it truly is, but sometimes those efforts feel useless.
I just want to practice my religion and be open about it.
- A Magick Moki-Mori
A Soul Pawnshop
“It taketh and it giveth away.”
She said as they looked up at the statute of their deities.
“It’s ‘they giveth and they taketh away.’” He replied.
“No. It takes, and then it gives what it takes away. Like at a pawnshop. A soul pawnshop.”
On Sesame Street there is a little known monster who lives in a house on the edge of the street. He works very hard but is never really seen in the spotlight. Due to his wishes, I will not be using his name.
He is possibly one of the most important monsters working behind the scenes on Sesame Street. His job? Juice connoisseur. He maintains the ~perfect~ juice standard that Sesame Street has for its monsters and visitors.
There are many other monsters like him, connoisseurs if others foods and drinks. Yet he is by far the most important one, as juice is one of Sesame Street’s largest imports.
He tests for quality, the ratios of sweet to tangy, how well the juice dilutes, it’s sipping capacity, and everything in-between and beyond. He even maintains the dunking quality of Cookie Monsters milk for his cookies after the Milk Connoisseur retired.
He is truly one of the most important behind the scenes members of Sesame Street. After all, without the high quality juice all the younger monsters would get cranky. So it could be said that he is responsible for the good mood that the monsters of Sesame Street are known for.
Clitter clatter clitter clatter
The dance of the skeletons, done only on nights with a new or full moon. Done in caves, by graves, and in lagoons. See the bare creatures dancing in the dark of night.
Clitter clatter Clitter clatter
Their bones bump and jangle together, creating the song of the skeleton dance. Humans, deer, rabbits, and fish the creatures of today they dance the skeleton dance.
Clitter clatter Clitter clatter
The coins left in their mouths or precious stones from their collection hang from their bare bones. Fae, dragons, elves, sirens the creatures of time past they dance the skeleton dance.
Clitter clatter Clitter clatter
One day we all shall join them, dancing merrily under the light of the stars. Some will join them before they are bones, a wonderful experience to be in. I hope to hear their happy song as they dance all night long, as they dance the skeleton dance.
A list of questions
- Do you believe that other religions/Gods are true and/or valid?
- Do you believe in the 'levels of Hell' theory?
- What do you think Heaven is?
- Opinions on the Communion?
- Are all branches of Christianity right, or only a select few?
- What do you think about the metaphysical?
- A curious on-looker
The little mermaid
The little mermaid, youngest of king Tridents daughters. With bright red hair and beautiful skin, and a wondrous voice. When she was of age she was allowed to go to the surface with her sisters.
It was there, on a horrible stormy night at sea, that she met her first love. She sang her beautiful song, filled with delicate notes and alluring whispers to the wind. Her song lead him to her, being him down down down into the abyss.
She has her first love now, in her cave full of wonders. Soon she’ll have another, and eventually she’ll have a large collection of them like her sisters.
The little mermaid, singing songs to drown the sailors she loves. Bringing them down down down into her cave, where her hoard of lovers lay in their watery graves.