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-and yet i am still breating
feeling
she is gone but i still feel her spirit surrounding me
the colors of her country seep through her
and onto me
this is the dream of an immigrant
this is progress.
The water roars and the earth shakes,
The wind blows harsh and the thunder crackles across the sky.
The water roars and the earth shakes,
The wind blows harsh and the thunder crackles across the sky.
Hera put her foot down.
Zeus didn’t understand her frown:
“It was just a night on the town!”
It was never the last time,
Though he swore it on every dime
Staring in a reflection
Waiting to be submerged
Outside in the world of life
Things are feeling disturbed
At least things look so clear
In the reflection that I see
As I doth speak, sweetness pours from my lips. Your concentration is staring into the blue abyss of my eyes. You do not say a word, you only listen. I speak low and clear, making sure you miss not a single word.
As I doth speak, sweetness pours from my lips. Your concentration is staring into the blue abyss of my eyes. You do not say a word, you only listen. I speak low and clear, making sure you miss not a single word.
Medusa was an ugly girl,
Or so the stories told.
Her looks might not have been ideal,
But she had a heart of gold.
aphrodite she struts into the clubstealing all the hearts as she does
many know heras she owns a beauty empiremakeup, skincare, hair care and moreshe owns it all
“Click...Clack” the heels hit the ground at a rhythm. Hiss!!! The snakes glare forward with their heads held high each wearing designer Ray-Ban sunglasses that shimmer in the sun.
The year is 2019 and the world is modern.
Most have lost the beilef that the world is flat, though some still often wonder.
We account for illness and celestial beings with science
We weren't singing for you
We aren’t posting for you
You call us vane?
Yet you picture us this way
In your mind
Made us look at ourselves like
I prayed to Atë
For life
But she did not take that well
Because there is no easy way for me to be punished for that
She cannot give me life and my own downfall
I Never Asked Why Me.
I Never Cursed The Names Of Those Who Bashed Me Thinking Their Words Meant Nothing
Through Tiny Screens In Their Hands.
I Didn't Consider Myself A Victim,
Let me tell you the story
Of a myth not known for glory,
Of an idea that has been forgotten
And replaced with something rotten.
When my calcium bones fell from their gums,
I felt Calliope rooting daffodils in the bottom of my throat;
drowning my lungs, as the morning light comes.
She told me to skip my rain coat,
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.
Another day. Another stone
Another potential boyfriend gone
Meeting face to face won't work for me
Because those I meet tend to freeze
they say he died of drowning because the wax of his wings melted.
but that isn't true.
he died from the cold.
the ice gripped and clawed at his wings
weighing them down
So Zeus, you claim to be the man
A man who has slain as many of
His enemies in the football field as
He do to the women who are “blessed” to sleep in his bed.
Zeus
Ruler of all
your Wisdom Goddess
will be your downfall
Metis, mother, protector of child
her daughter, a virile
Woman
Athena is the embodiment
of valiancy
I mourn the tides of the sea, siren’s calls
that once reached my ears fall deaf,
lost in a roaring mob. I reach out
to the ocean, to the blue, to love.
Peck.
A stolen fire.
Rip.
Humanity’s freedom.
Shred.
Your salvation.
Tear.
My Heart.
Scratch.
Deep below the Earth's surface,
Fire erupts into gulfs of flames.
A castle of obsidian awaits
The arrival of the King
Back from the human world.
In his arms is a girl with the gift
according to myth,
the gorgon was not always a monster
until the day she and the god of the sea were caught together on Athena’s sacred grounds
Sissy-fits pushed his rock
around the hallways.
He pushed his rock around his home
Sissy-fits pushed and pushed and pushed his rock.
His rock never felt at home. His rock always needed to be moved.
stone
i live in a cold world with my cold hands and the cold bodies around me
creating creatures i'll never hold
statues fill my dinner table and if i imagine they are talking to me
they are
Tossing and turning the night before
Our hero had to return to another day of war
His mighty broad shoulders and thick cut jaw
Oh so handsome left all the girls in awe
She commands fashion,
Head of all important yet,
no one dares to look.
He flipped his hair, a smirk riddled across his face.
She reached for him.
Quiet.
Small.
Tender.
Loving.
Medusa, Medusa, my love for 3 years.
Medusa's beauty brings me to tears,
With her beautiful green hair.
How I would love for her to notice me.
Medusa never looks my way.
Medusa never removes her glasses.
Apollo has sent his horses to rest
Artemis has come out to dance
So close your eyes
It’s time to sleep
But don’t forget to
Pray to the Gods to watch over you
As you sleep in blissful peace
Many say mythology is in fact, just a myth.
A false presumption, a made up story.
But, what if these ancient legends are actually predictions of our future?
I like to imagine Ganymede,
famed wine-bearer of the pantheon,
to be a skilled bartender
despite his youthful naivete
Perhaps his wish is,
using his nightly tips,
to care for his father
After eons of rule and omnipotence,
The God’s grew sick of their own importance.
Together they chose to settle down,
And run a school in a tiny town.
After eons of rule and omnipotence,
The God’s grew sick of their own importance.
Together they chose to settle down,
And run a school in a tiny town.
Today I lie in the ashes of my own passion,
the ruins of reckless self-obsession.
I sought to outthink my mind, herself,
the prevailing ruler of all that concerns me.
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
Persphone.
a rose in a garden of sunflowers,
lived at home,
until one day she didn't,
Hades.
the needle in the haystack,
the man of her dreams,
and her nightmares,
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,
Hades is the name
Bartending's the game
Waiting for the sun to set
So others will place another bet
Cleaning another glass
Watching the local football star pass
Athens high school was home to some of the best and most talented gods and goddesses in all of Greece. This high class school was home of Zeus, Poseidon, and Aphrodite.
The girl with silky smooth hair
The girl with a messy bun
The girl with no hair at all
She is in all of us
The girl with designer clothes
The girl who wears hand me downs
In New York, above the empire state tower
Zeus lays in Olympus
Brooding; bored as ever
He looks down on the city
An idea forms in his mind
Rain clouds with intensity
pour down on mankind
From Stone
“Are you jealous of me?” Medusa hisses.
Her friends slither, and smile. “Another statue,” they laugh.
“Pretty, cold, porcelain; meant for a shelf,” they mock.
Snowflakes quiver on the
edge of something new,
knew there would be no return afterwards.
The snow collected and stuck together
-birds of a feather-
the land grew cold,
My naem is Hades, this is my refrain, you shouldst know me by it, in this future, but this plaes, with these paopel, is not the saem ,
the people paused, mulling over history's words, then asked "and what is the sun? does it die at night when our cities collapse and our people smother it with their own versions of history? or does it
They call me Medusa,
a monster forgotten; and here? No katharevusa.
The fickle-eyed ancient damned my life in a proxy fight;
jealous? Of what, the rape of an innocent acolyte?
The lust of a capricious potency,
Engraving on the hilt inlaid with gold
Newly daubed with tar of flesh and bone
A ruddy smearing on the blade
Tearing ‘tween muscle, marrow
A carving of the heart
When we got to the cemetery I felt bad about stepping on all the people. Even if they could not physically tell me, I felt like I was trespassing.
Love, thou hast destroyed my waking spirit
My Every fiber is drunk with your force
My eyes can lust, yet my soul is illicit
The sky before a storm was my loves source
Now the storm has come, nothing matters anymore
I am a narcissist.
I am a fool.
I am a living paradox from which nothing escapes
Unscathed.
I am Apollo pining for love,
A little girl, princess of Troy
Was never one that had much joy
Her tale is of great tragedy
Her life has inspired much study
Apollo gave the gift to know
But cursed her all those years ago
She prowls her home, always on guard
Forever weary of intruders, of invaders, of men coming inside.
Remembering the one she had foolishly let in
So long ago now, but far too soon to forget. Always too soon to forget
Persephone, the flower child of Mount Olympus, a girl created from rainstorms and fruit seeds
The apple of her harvester mother’s eye, Nature’s most beautiful flower
In all of Aphrodite's reign, nothing more could bring her fury, a mortal child on Earth that goes by the name of Psyche, who has been rumored to be the second coming of the goddess herself, or even the child of. Her wrath leaves none to be safe, a
The sails have risen
with the sky painted crimson,
and the water reflecting its reign.
I hear singing, I hear it ringing,
Moirai spun me, with you,
Sewn ourselves together to fate,
We lusted for our destiny.
Melted hours
folded together with ceaseless love.
I had power once
Power to take anything from this wretched world and make it beautiful
Gleaming like that liquid amber solidified
It was granted to me
Much like her heart could not be
A Thought,
indefinite and young,
rolled among meadow grass and spring flowers,
flashing with light.
A Thought,
pooling and unwavering,
grew in lazy night and cold passion,
I don't need a Hercules who is in love with himself
I don't need a Zeus who will just prop me up on the shelf
I don't want Hermes since he's always on the run
Silver swirling, Achelous,you are a child of Gaia, mysweet-water love. From theday I was born, under Neptune'sgaze, I have floated throughstarpaths towards your gleaming colors.
Pandora
Foolish girl
You let your curiosity get the best of you
And opened the box
That forsaken box
And now your brethren and children
Will suffer
A fate of sins and evil
I've seen you with such joy.
I've seen you when you're excited.
Now, all I can look to
Are the memories of you.
I'm all alone.
You've always said
That I'm a man's best friend.
O Muse, take pity one me! For I cannot retell half as well as thee!
Daedalus, Daedalus, creator of many the glorious thing,
Daedalus, Daedalus, the one who gave Man wing,
In Crete, that wretched place,
(performed in front of my fraternity when we were celebrating Greek culture. there are many different versions of the Pandora myth so understandably some parts of my poem might not "fit" with one version of the myth)
There comes a time in a mother's life
When her son or daughter must leave her
Flitting through the trees
She runs
Like the quicksilver moon
High in the clear night sky
He passes through the dark trees
Striding onward with some mysterious purpose
Change my life make me a professor
Who do I pray to?
Who do I call on?
My life will never be the same
Don’t Let Athena see my sorrow
Don’t Let Zeus hear my pain
I can be what I want to be
Through my volition
I will cut off these arms
And in their place will be the real me
A pair of wings
To be free
To go further than I ever have before
Imprisoned, trapped, confined,
Prey to those who hunt us,
but blessed with genius, with cunning.
The wings of freedom on our backs
provide our only hope;
the gateway to the heavens,
I am ugly.
And I know that I am.
But I have a want,
a need,
a desire
a desperation for love and beauty.
I hide behind the jagged rocks
Flowers prance, Sunshine gleams, Air whistles, and Animals dance.
Skipping, hopping, hair caressing the air, with Mother and I.
Anticipation ascends, tear drops descend
A word was born today. Can you guess the word? Let me give you a hint. It's mother was from Athens, Greece and the father was Latino.
Folly then, not folly now
Earth about the sun revolves
Aristarchus, show us how
Minds resist yet thought evolves
Puzzle through the paths so cryptic
Crossing orbit and ecliptic
Or lean
This is where goddess of wisdom began,
In Athens, a petite village and shed;
Where Athena grew up and made odd plans,
To fight for the throne and not worry to wed.
She was like a book that had not been read,
“It is said that Prometheus
ascended into heaven
and secretly lit his torch
at the chariot of Helios,
in order
to bring down fire to man”
Behold! The once sublime and supreme man
Trembling and dripping through the moon and sun:
Like the God -- tied barely to life and land,
Waiting for his last dawn of pain to come.
The life and juvenility are torn,
