Spirited Dreamweaver (Ana Ogle Wise)
@spiritddrmweavr.bsky.social
Married writer weaving dreams, creating new realities, & feasting on passion, light & dark, romance & magick. Words/Avatar/Header pic © Me. 🔞 Was SpiritdDrmWeavr on X. My Writes: https://bsky.app/profile/did:plc:mrymvxoxcyg6qzaapovfa76k/feed/aaaf6uj2b27dg
Somewhere the Northern Lights
light up the night,
while I reach for the heavens
wondering if I can scale
the mound of the sky
to get lost in you
landing between your breasts
burying my face
between your thighs
Pic by Kaiser on favim.com
light up the night,
while I reach for the heavens
wondering if I can scale
the mound of the sky
to get lost in you
landing between your breasts
burying my face
between your thighs
Pic by Kaiser on favim.com
April 20, 2025 at 5:46 PM
Somewhere the Northern Lights
light up the night,
while I reach for the heavens
wondering if I can scale
the mound of the sky
to get lost in you
landing between your breasts
burying my face
between your thighs
Pic by Kaiser on favim.com
light up the night,
while I reach for the heavens
wondering if I can scale
the mound of the sky
to get lost in you
landing between your breasts
burying my face
between your thighs
Pic by Kaiser on favim.com
you may undress Me
because I love the way
your fingers graze
graze across My skin
the look on your face
as you aim to increase
the joy of My soul
Art by Fabian Perez
because I love the way
your fingers graze
graze across My skin
the look on your face
as you aim to increase
the joy of My soul
Art by Fabian Perez
April 20, 2025 at 4:39 PM
you may undress Me
because I love the way
your fingers graze
graze across My skin
the look on your face
as you aim to increase
the joy of My soul
Art by Fabian Perez
because I love the way
your fingers graze
graze across My skin
the look on your face
as you aim to increase
the joy of My soul
Art by Fabian Perez
This is heartbreaking. Now orange king can send any of us there…as a one way trip…no matter how unconstitutional it is
April 14, 2025 at 7:18 PM
This is heartbreaking. Now orange king can send any of us there…as a one way trip…no matter how unconstitutional it is
In the dark light of chaos
surrounding her,
there is a familiar unity,
a tranquility.
She knows this place, this land.
She can see glaringly here.
She grew up in its dangers,
for which she is grateful,
because now it means,
she also knows where is safe.
#SenseWrds 10
Art by me via Wonder
surrounding her,
there is a familiar unity,
a tranquility.
She knows this place, this land.
She can see glaringly here.
She grew up in its dangers,
for which she is grateful,
because now it means,
she also knows where is safe.
#SenseWrds 10
Art by me via Wonder
March 28, 2025 at 8:28 PM
In the dark light of chaos
surrounding her,
there is a familiar unity,
a tranquility.
She knows this place, this land.
She can see glaringly here.
She grew up in its dangers,
for which she is grateful,
because now it means,
she also knows where is safe.
#SenseWrds 10
Art by me via Wonder
surrounding her,
there is a familiar unity,
a tranquility.
She knows this place, this land.
She can see glaringly here.
She grew up in its dangers,
for which she is grateful,
because now it means,
she also knows where is safe.
#SenseWrds 10
Art by me via Wonder
He sits on the margin
of everything she has heard of,
everything she has read,
and despite being
on her periphery,
He strums words
like music to her,
hoping they land
centered in her mind
where He senses her
desires in kind.
Art by Fabian Perez
of everything she has heard of,
everything she has read,
and despite being
on her periphery,
He strums words
like music to her,
hoping they land
centered in her mind
where He senses her
desires in kind.
Art by Fabian Perez
March 3, 2025 at 5:00 PM
He sits on the margin
of everything she has heard of,
everything she has read,
and despite being
on her periphery,
He strums words
like music to her,
hoping they land
centered in her mind
where He senses her
desires in kind.
Art by Fabian Perez
of everything she has heard of,
everything she has read,
and despite being
on her periphery,
He strums words
like music to her,
hoping they land
centered in her mind
where He senses her
desires in kind.
Art by Fabian Perez
In this velvet darkness
of spells & secrets,
I cast away this locket of you,
this grief of the loss of you.
Pic by Nexxus
of spells & secrets,
I cast away this locket of you,
this grief of the loss of you.
Pic by Nexxus
January 22, 2025 at 9:37 PM
In this velvet darkness
of spells & secrets,
I cast away this locket of you,
this grief of the loss of you.
Pic by Nexxus
of spells & secrets,
I cast away this locket of you,
this grief of the loss of you.
Pic by Nexxus
What devil is your
guardian of memories,
providing a persistent,
delicate, reminder
of your failures,
almosts,
and what could be’s.
Pic by Luke Guinn
guardian of memories,
providing a persistent,
delicate, reminder
of your failures,
almosts,
and what could be’s.
Pic by Luke Guinn
January 22, 2025 at 9:35 PM
What devil is your
guardian of memories,
providing a persistent,
delicate, reminder
of your failures,
almosts,
and what could be’s.
Pic by Luke Guinn
guardian of memories,
providing a persistent,
delicate, reminder
of your failures,
almosts,
and what could be’s.
Pic by Luke Guinn
Although we may seem transient,
passing ships in history,
yesterday’s heroes prove to be
those who stood up
for right against wrong.
20 years from now, what do you
want to be a message
to yesterday?
Dear Self, I stood up for right.
or
Dear Self, I was a lemming.
passing ships in history,
yesterday’s heroes prove to be
those who stood up
for right against wrong.
20 years from now, what do you
want to be a message
to yesterday?
Dear Self, I stood up for right.
or
Dear Self, I was a lemming.
January 21, 2025 at 6:29 PM
Although we may seem transient,
passing ships in history,
yesterday’s heroes prove to be
those who stood up
for right against wrong.
20 years from now, what do you
want to be a message
to yesterday?
Dear Self, I stood up for right.
or
Dear Self, I was a lemming.
passing ships in history,
yesterday’s heroes prove to be
those who stood up
for right against wrong.
20 years from now, what do you
want to be a message
to yesterday?
Dear Self, I stood up for right.
or
Dear Self, I was a lemming.
It was the brightest night,
under a full moon,
when she waded into
the frigid lake
to let it cleanse
her deep waters inside.
It almost seemed daylight
that night, as she felt it
washing her emotions clean,
sadness to be dissolved
and no more seen.
Pic by Ewa Adriana Szumowska
under a full moon,
when she waded into
the frigid lake
to let it cleanse
her deep waters inside.
It almost seemed daylight
that night, as she felt it
washing her emotions clean,
sadness to be dissolved
and no more seen.
Pic by Ewa Adriana Szumowska
January 19, 2025 at 10:38 PM
It was the brightest night,
under a full moon,
when she waded into
the frigid lake
to let it cleanse
her deep waters inside.
It almost seemed daylight
that night, as she felt it
washing her emotions clean,
sadness to be dissolved
and no more seen.
Pic by Ewa Adriana Szumowska
under a full moon,
when she waded into
the frigid lake
to let it cleanse
her deep waters inside.
It almost seemed daylight
that night, as she felt it
washing her emotions clean,
sadness to be dissolved
and no more seen.
Pic by Ewa Adriana Szumowska
Her power comes from many things,
but tonight, it is from the wind.
She draws energy in
to her blood-red aura,
strength from her Root
to cast her curse
for the false gods to fall
so she can feed on
their entrails and sin.
Art source unknown
but tonight, it is from the wind.
She draws energy in
to her blood-red aura,
strength from her Root
to cast her curse
for the false gods to fall
so she can feed on
their entrails and sin.
Art source unknown
January 19, 2025 at 10:00 PM
Her power comes from many things,
but tonight, it is from the wind.
She draws energy in
to her blood-red aura,
strength from her Root
to cast her curse
for the false gods to fall
so she can feed on
their entrails and sin.
Art source unknown
but tonight, it is from the wind.
She draws energy in
to her blood-red aura,
strength from her Root
to cast her curse
for the false gods to fall
so she can feed on
their entrails and sin.
Art source unknown
Despite her smile,
she does not have
optimistic eyes
and is
jaded to all fresh promises.
Although her own fire inside
means she does not need
a sun-stream to light her way,
sometimes it is not fun
being alone
traveling through
her chosen dark ways.
🎨 https://buff.ly/3CbbT2m
she does not have
optimistic eyes
and is
jaded to all fresh promises.
Although her own fire inside
means she does not need
a sun-stream to light her way,
sometimes it is not fun
being alone
traveling through
her chosen dark ways.
🎨 https://buff.ly/3CbbT2m
January 17, 2025 at 4:30 PM
Despite her smile,
she does not have
optimistic eyes
and is
jaded to all fresh promises.
Although her own fire inside
means she does not need
a sun-stream to light her way,
sometimes it is not fun
being alone
traveling through
her chosen dark ways.
🎨 https://buff.ly/3CbbT2m
she does not have
optimistic eyes
and is
jaded to all fresh promises.
Although her own fire inside
means she does not need
a sun-stream to light her way,
sometimes it is not fun
being alone
traveling through
her chosen dark ways.
🎨 https://buff.ly/3CbbT2m
A caveat to rolling with Me,
you need to be able
to find Me in the In Between.
Art source unknown
you need to be able
to find Me in the In Between.
Art source unknown
January 17, 2025 at 4:00 PM
A caveat to rolling with Me,
you need to be able
to find Me in the In Between.
Art source unknown
you need to be able
to find Me in the In Between.
Art source unknown
In this secluded sanctuary,
just bordering
a Smoky Mountain cemetery,
we waltz in misty moonlight,
the pulse of the night,
in both your blood
and mine.
There are miles of darkness,
around,
in the Aether that only
We
can mine.
Image by Nexxus
just bordering
a Smoky Mountain cemetery,
we waltz in misty moonlight,
the pulse of the night,
in both your blood
and mine.
There are miles of darkness,
around,
in the Aether that only
We
can mine.
Image by Nexxus
January 17, 2025 at 3:41 PM
In this secluded sanctuary,
just bordering
a Smoky Mountain cemetery,
we waltz in misty moonlight,
the pulse of the night,
in both your blood
and mine.
There are miles of darkness,
around,
in the Aether that only
We
can mine.
Image by Nexxus
just bordering
a Smoky Mountain cemetery,
we waltz in misty moonlight,
the pulse of the night,
in both your blood
and mine.
There are miles of darkness,
around,
in the Aether that only
We
can mine.
Image by Nexxus
She hikes to the river bank at
the bottom of her family’s
mountain land,
to sit next to a riparian tree,
imaging Yggdrasil
within her reach.
She is strong enough
to ground you,
if you don’t chase her away,
but if she runs,
find her here.
Pic source unknown
the bottom of her family’s
mountain land,
to sit next to a riparian tree,
imaging Yggdrasil
within her reach.
She is strong enough
to ground you,
if you don’t chase her away,
but if she runs,
find her here.
Pic source unknown
January 17, 2025 at 3:00 PM
She hikes to the river bank at
the bottom of her family’s
mountain land,
to sit next to a riparian tree,
imaging Yggdrasil
within her reach.
She is strong enough
to ground you,
if you don’t chase her away,
but if she runs,
find her here.
Pic source unknown
the bottom of her family’s
mountain land,
to sit next to a riparian tree,
imaging Yggdrasil
within her reach.
She is strong enough
to ground you,
if you don’t chase her away,
but if she runs,
find her here.
Pic source unknown
I’m a challenging Goddess.
Art source unknown
Art source unknown
January 16, 2025 at 10:50 AM
I’m a challenging Goddess.
Art source unknown
Art source unknown
January 16, 2025 at 10:41 AM
In Your dreams,
She strolls out from
the rolling mist,
where her tendrils
wrap themselves around each
lobe and gyrus in Your brain,
the reason why
You can never forget her,
You never let her out,
but should never have let her in.
Art by Lorant Both
She strolls out from
the rolling mist,
where her tendrils
wrap themselves around each
lobe and gyrus in Your brain,
the reason why
You can never forget her,
You never let her out,
but should never have let her in.
Art by Lorant Both
January 16, 2025 at 10:39 AM
In Your dreams,
She strolls out from
the rolling mist,
where her tendrils
wrap themselves around each
lobe and gyrus in Your brain,
the reason why
You can never forget her,
You never let her out,
but should never have let her in.
Art by Lorant Both
She strolls out from
the rolling mist,
where her tendrils
wrap themselves around each
lobe and gyrus in Your brain,
the reason why
You can never forget her,
You never let her out,
but should never have let her in.
Art by Lorant Both
Make believe
I am with you
Bringing my magic
to touch you
to pierce into your heart
becoming the
marrow in your bones
a spirit only you know
a unicorn lifting your soul
#Art Ksenia Muza
I am with you
Bringing my magic
to touch you
to pierce into your heart
becoming the
marrow in your bones
a spirit only you know
a unicorn lifting your soul
#Art Ksenia Muza
December 19, 2024 at 5:59 PM
Make believe
I am with you
Bringing my magic
to touch you
to pierce into your heart
becoming the
marrow in your bones
a spirit only you know
a unicorn lifting your soul
#Art Ksenia Muza
I am with you
Bringing my magic
to touch you
to pierce into your heart
becoming the
marrow in your bones
a spirit only you know
a unicorn lifting your soul
#Art Ksenia Muza
She has moments of
flower and color,
even though she feels stripped
naked
and barely grounded
in this shallow land.
#QuickQuill 8
Picture by: Megan Aroon
flower and color,
even though she feels stripped
naked
and barely grounded
in this shallow land.
#QuickQuill 8
Picture by: Megan Aroon
December 14, 2024 at 6:45 PM
She has moments of
flower and color,
even though she feels stripped
naked
and barely grounded
in this shallow land.
#QuickQuill 8
Picture by: Megan Aroon
flower and color,
even though she feels stripped
naked
and barely grounded
in this shallow land.
#QuickQuill 8
Picture by: Megan Aroon
Somewhere
across the warm sea
there is a picture of me
as beautiful as a morning lotus,
A Celtic converted into
A geisha
smiling her secret smile
An Eastern promise
with Western eyes
#Art Misulbu Atelier
across the warm sea
there is a picture of me
as beautiful as a morning lotus,
A Celtic converted into
A geisha
smiling her secret smile
An Eastern promise
with Western eyes
#Art Misulbu Atelier
December 11, 2024 at 5:09 PM
Somewhere
across the warm sea
there is a picture of me
as beautiful as a morning lotus,
A Celtic converted into
A geisha
smiling her secret smile
An Eastern promise
with Western eyes
#Art Misulbu Atelier
across the warm sea
there is a picture of me
as beautiful as a morning lotus,
A Celtic converted into
A geisha
smiling her secret smile
An Eastern promise
with Western eyes
#Art Misulbu Atelier
I wish I had words of wisdom, but I don’t. Grief for me is a process…that has stages…but changes you as a person. For me, a podcast has helped me process things….and cope with this thing called grief. Maybe it might help. “All There Is” by Anderson Cooper. It is a community that understands grief.
December 9, 2024 at 5:00 PM
I wish I had words of wisdom, but I don’t. Grief for me is a process…that has stages…but changes you as a person. For me, a podcast has helped me process things….and cope with this thing called grief. Maybe it might help. “All There Is” by Anderson Cooper. It is a community that understands grief.
