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A Titaness in love, Blinded by his godly power. She is only a fling to him, But he cannot deny  The mistake he has made.   A prophet sits and laughs, "Foolish god.
(Her)a  Her, The queen bee, The popular girl, Dating the popular boy, She has everything a girl could ever want,
A long time ago, war was small. War was local, contained. Ares, then the god of war, led the world to fight itself, ingrained hatred in all of humanity.  
The countryside whips past On the other side of the glass. I already miss it, yearn for it- The earth, the smell Of blooming apple trees. Finding a corner in Mom’s orchard To draw and be alone
 Persephone By: Cheyenne Green   I was picking flowers in a vast field, Suddenly the earth gouged open and did not yield.
Whosoever should soar to great heights Shall encounter there no earthly delights But instead will grasp with empty hand Treasures found not upon land At least, that's what Icarus was told
All the moon knows how to do is consume, And reflection was never enough for me Hubris- is a dangerous thing. I was 17 when we first kissed,
Once upon a late-night evening   As the golden-ager slumbers The young hebe begins to hunger On a more melodic fruit   So the youngster begins his journey Friend in hand and hand on wheel
Eternal love,  far greater than eternal glory. Their love, burns brighter than any story. Two soldiers in war, brothers in arms in the light, lovers at night. Hidden love, Forbidden love,
Phorcys and Ceto, two siblings so close, They birthed three healthy gorgons out of passionate throes. Two of the girls had interests that align,
The storm siezed and blew  I look towards the sky If only I knew Where all my time went by Centuries upon centuries of ungrasped time Ruling down here in utter misery
The fruit of war takes many flavors for which he tastes all the many. In this world of words, war runs far more rampant than the swinging of an axe. In this world of words, more battles take form than
they told you i was taken. stolen from my honey paradise of flowers and sunshine, dragged six feet under and buried alive.   they told you i was forced.
Jinx knew she was in trouble when she saw his name flash across her screen. He, the almightly nail-painter, combat-boot-wearer, bipolar feelings-fucker, he needed her. I mean, she was assuming that's what this was about.
So there I was sitting down, Locker room was full. And out of nowhere he came round, Like he owned the school. I walked up and he pushed me,
He will catch up to you one day, the king of death. The shadow of his past life, the king of grief. Only he can stop this,  the king of murder. When he lurks around the corner,
Dionysus, the man of greed The king of ecstasy The queen of mead Dionysus, Dionysus, the graceful drunk The dapper playboy With charm and spunk
Soft sweaters and long taupe skirts, Eyes the warm brown-gold of honey. Her home is filled with candles; sky high, low and smooth, burnt vermillion to deep crimson and bright as constellations. 
The television lights flicker, On and off…  Or just simply on. PEW PEW PEW!  The sounds of lightsabers clashing.
Medusa; The watch me as my hair slithers and they tremble in fear This head is filled with so much pain This body, beautiful but broken They try to build me up But brick can’t hold forever I tell them
Medusa is the modern Insta baddie e-girl She poses in the sun, her skin shining like a pearl Covered in scales and chains Feelin' edgy with those bloodstains She seduces all the boys with just a twirl
you don't wanna cross my bow or come near my arrow. if i hear you insult my skill you'll drop like a sparrow.   but words aren't the worst. it's your eyes that are my concern.
Atlas you fool,  let go of the sky   The night carries on , and shines thousands of lights  Or so they said, millions of years ago Won't you, young God, just let go though?   Be a new being
Lover, that makes me stare Ivory skin and ebony hair Lover, forever fair  You have come and answered my prayer   Lover, that makes me stare
Long ago the Greeks had their gods and goddesses Thought to be long forgotten to the sands of time But they’re still very much alive. Dethroned from Mount Olympus
Pandora! Pandora!  Don't open that app! Pandora! Pandora! Why did you open it?! Oh, Pandora such a young beautiful innocent fiance to Epimetheus. 
The Siren Bachelorette   From the producers of The Bachelor and The Island of Dr. Moreau Comes a new series; a dating show That fights for survival, while fighting for love.  
Here I sit... Underneath the glory of my sunshine... But I'm about to throw a fit... For I am in a bind!   I cannot catch a tan, For even though I am a god, The sun is not a fan...
As children we’re taught the myth of Hercules, The mythical powers of Zeus, Athena’s legendary insights, Aphordite’s love tales,  And poor Orpheus’ plight.
He was looking at me with a hunger in his face that boys like me learn to ignore as soon as we can climb a tree. I have never climbed a tree. I was curious.   “What are you
my life is like like charybdis my head is spinning, can't take this I breathe in, everything all at once I belche it out and feel like a dunce if only i had someone to come and pick out every crumb
they say that Medusa was the villain. wrong and evil, a force against nature, and yet all at once a victim of her own malfeasance. and yet, in "re-writing" a myth, we bring to light
    Persephone  He was so nice when we met,  Until one day he would let me leave. I was given a pomegranate red and sweet, Six sweet seeds I did eat. Now I’m his half a year, 
‘Modern Myths’ Driving to the rim with raw fury, Ares, the god of war, scores yet again.The Greek god of war, yes, but also the god of basketball.
They say myths and legends are old tale from forgotten times where time ails  but myths are not forgotten it least not by the young  We hear old legends of Athena and Hera 
The land out in the sea Mysterious and hidden  From many who wish to see          A place of triumph    A place of beauty tis it   One of which many wish to visit    
made of sun itself: red converse on black tarmac, running whipfast to god-knows-where on a Saturday in mid-July. blasting Lizzo on a crappy tapedeck as the sunset bleeds itself crimson across the horizon.  
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