#glam writes

[glamrockgorl]

⋆˚꩜｡ WELCOME TO MY BLOG ⋆˚꩜｡

Hello, I’m Glam !!

pronouns: she/they & fey/fem

age: 20 years old >.<

things about me:

- I’m queer; you could say pansexual and genderqueer if you wanted but I'm not too worried about it I just call myself queer

- I’m a practicing witch, I do sigilwork the most but also dabble in other stuff like kitchen witchery and do a lot of spell jars

- I’m also neurodivergent, I have severe ADHD

- forever have and forever will be a poet <3

- I’m just a lover of all things human !

- Also, I’m taken! I'm in a wonderful relationship with my man so please don't send me any weird DMs or asks! Thank you!!

stuff for personal reference:

Digital Grimoire

2026 Witch’s Calendar

Witchy Masterlist

we are meant to create, so that is what I do.

I have some tags I use for things;

#glam rambles (for, yk, rambling)

#glam writes (for my poetry)

there are others but eh, you’ll find out if you follow along and stick around lol

I’m glad you found my weird little blog!

if you like poetry, witchery, magick, or just being a weird spiritual little human, stick around and maybe we could be mutuals (I’m really hoping to find community here and make more friends this year).

Sincerely, Glam <3

[glamrockgorl]

*ੈ⭒˚⋆ Majesty ೃ࿔*:･

You have returned, finally, / my plentiful oxygen; / back to stoke my flame / and breathe the bright back into my shadowed lungs. // Let me live again / give me your blessing to do so / let me reenter this world, anew / bolder now being led by the air of you. / You, now living in my lungs / you, lighting the fire in me again / Grant me your earthly advantage. / Let me breathe in the majesty of you / there is no need to force my action / no need to prove your power to me / I know this of you. // I know this like the palm of my hand / my eyes squinting in the bright morning sun / I know this of you. Let me only move to please you / to praise you / Your fire, a gift to my soul which I cannot repay / yet I will pay it to you. / My bright and burning oxygen / The majesty within my lungs and soul / I will pay it to you.

[glamrockgorl]

one day I will be dead and gone

and my room will miss me.

my walls will miss my sound

my table will miss my lit candles

my pens, missing my hands

and my paper missing their ink.

my cat will miss my salty tears

when there are no more to lick

I know she’s real

I am too

and we are both fixtures in this room.

and my fan will miss me, though I rarely turn it on

my empty glasses, my racks of clothes,

all of them will lose their life

their magical gleam

the day I leave.

who else will love them as I do?

who else will use them?

i’m sure they will all find a home

someone new to be a sanctum for

but i’m sure they will miss me

even if no one else will.

[glamrockgorl]

⋆˚꩜｡ Fortress and Home ⋆˚꩜｡

There's something that is so intimate

about curling up,

into you

your strong yet gentle frame

so soft and kind.

But you are still my fortress;

your arms and legs forming an impenetrable wall around my fragile heart

And my body that has endured too much one too many times.

//

And yet still, you are more;

You hold my heart in yours, contain so much pain and joy

and you always guide me forward, away from the waves,

my lighthouse in the storm.

//

Your eyes meet mine, and it is an instinctual call-

a siren song, pulling me home under your hypnotizing trance

your caring and watchful eye.

And you are my deliverance, my divine, my deity;

//

How could anyone else, anything, deserve my undying devotion?

How could any lesser being see my need, this aching hole in my ruptured heart, and fill it?

//

In every world, every universe, we meet

I, a boat, and you my north star

My lighthouse shining through the night

my fortress to come home to

I lay in your arms and that something that is so intimate, so raw, fills me

I trust your soft eyes on me and I close mine.

[glamrockgorl]

I Will Be a Tree

one day I will be more than I ever have been

one day I will be fully grown

a large, towering and ancient tree

with roots so deep nothing could shake me.

no longer a sprout, bowing to the tiniest drop

of water on my fragile leaves

sturdy and firmly planted

reaching deep within me and into the ground

more than I ever was.

just some more random I shit I be writing

[glamrockgorl]

Necrotized (a poem)

My skin was dead before your touch / rotting and decaying, as the maggots writhe deep inside /

far inside my necrotizing heart. / But you freed me from my early demise; dug me out of my shallow grave, every touch of your hot skin against mine, cold as ice, / is a new breath. a life anew. // I am alive again / No foul and hungry maggots in my heart. / And now I am forever yours- claimed, saved, revived by my personal savior / Life anew because of your magickal touch. // And now I am forever yours, claimed and transformed. / No matter what happens, permanently changed by the magick in your skin. / My soul's necrosis is reverted / My heart beats once more, this time, in this new life, / for you.

[glamrockgorl]

missing you like my skin before it scarred,

like my baby teeth before they were lost to time;

missing you like a part of me long forgotten.

[glamrockgorl]

something about me being mold, decaying away into the moss, the maggots are under my skin, etc, etc.

will check in once I actually write about it