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It is your style
It is your smile
It is the charisma
It is the aroma
Long lost lovers reunite at break
A world free from woes, a world without pain.
From every passing night to every blooming day,
The warmth of the sun distants itself from the age.
Hear my chant, that I am crying,
Allured by my answer, they’re all stuck admiring,
Grasped by the gods, pulled by Poseidon,
Carried into the current, by the Song of the Siren,
Hear my chant, that I am crying,
Allured by my answer, they’re all stuck admiring,
Grasped by the gods, pulled by Poseidon,
Carried into the current, by the Song of the Siren,
Swansong
Mute swans of Europe, their song is legendary,so rare their voice, when poets sang that singingthey spoke not of the tone nor cadencesbut of the final utterance of the dying.
hat is love? Is it supposed to cause me such pain? Is it supposed to make me insane? It wrecks me out of my brain. I don't understand. Will someone give me a hand? I've tried It all But nothing seems to work, It makes me want to bawl.
I hear you are new at this school
Which I guess is cool
Watch out though, the clicks are everywhere
See them the Demetes, the wannabe cheifs
Those girls the fearcheer also known as Aphro-girls
I hear you are new at this school
Which I guess is cool
Watch out though, the clicks are everywhere
See them the Demetes, the wannabe cheifs
Those girls the fearcheer also known as Aphro-girls
If i could get the single chance
I’d have a word or two with Hades
I would tell it to him clear and straight
About my thoughts on how he made these
Impacts on much other stories
If i could get the single chance
I’d have a word or two with Hades
I would tell it to him clear and straight
About my thoughts on how he made these
In a field of green with grass overgrown,
Where the sun touched the earth and moon sang her tune,
Sat a maiden of gold and a heart so sweet,
You better howl if you wanna be heard, wolf,
Sing it even if it sounds absurd, wolf,
Change is everything—now watch her turn, wolf,
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.
He was always warned
That riches destroy
But how can such greatness
Turn out so sour?
It brought prizes and happiness
Since blossoming from the florid queen of death herself,there has always been an exquisite beauty in aesthetic variance.The floral goth contrast, the inharmonious perennial dance with darkness
Persephone
By: Cheyenne Green
I was picking flowers in a vast field,
Suddenly the earth gouged open and did not yield.
He follows the winds on waters and waves,
Oft dragging fishers to their murky graves.
He’s an old, frog-faced man with green and black scales,
Coleceanth
Have you seen the rain at night
Lumined down by city light?
It pounds upon the asphalt here
Makes fountains clear as crystal tear.
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
A creature created by vulnerable mind
We’re familiar all too well,
With a deadly grip and demon eyes
A messenger come from hell.
It’s not rare that when you enter
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
you were always one to reach for the stars
your dad gave you wings and
hoped you’d be content with the sky
he was afraid
The daughter, oh so beloved Pandora,
sat at her first years desk.
A baby of life,
just grasping at knowledge,
burdened with expectations.
His eyes are disks,
His teeth are jacks.
His arms sinewed with cables
With gold along his back.
A spark of electricity
What is a 'Karen'?
She's a mother, nurturing her baby in bloodshed.
She goes on constant war paths to protect her baby, an entitled parent some will say...
A vice called Miss Reeper.
Miss reeper miss reeper
Right b 4 death u will surely see her
1. a traditional story, especially one concerning the early history of a people or explaining some
natural or social phenomenon, and typically involving supernatural beings or events.
There once was a traveler from a distant land,
She traveled to the mountains and the sand,
One time she traveled to the furthest peak,
Another day. Another stone
Another potential boyfriend gone
Meeting face to face won't work for me
Because those I meet tend to freeze
In his white and black stripe shirt
Everyone knew the legendary bigfoot to be the most legendary introvert
Running companies from footlocker, Nike and champs
In his white and black stripe shirt
Everyone knew the legendary bigfoot to be the most legendary introvert
Running companies from footlocker, Nike and champs
Alone, suffering,
Our hero's minds left to rot,
Mental health: forgot.
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.
Sometimes I find the time to go too fast,
And the sounds of the world to be too loud,
But when I think back to times past,
There must have been a moment where there was no sound.
Less than a second,
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.
The Uber was early
And more radiant than expected
From it rope ran
Into the setting sky’s Cerulean canvas
Tugging what I don’t know,
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,
my hair used to be my most prized possession
(so i cut it shoulder-length and dyed it black)
as were my dignity and worth, but right now
The mighty man drew forth the hefty blade
But of the phone of apple rather than
That of the known sword of Beowulf.
He is flocked by friends and mocked by foes whose
Athena is the queen
Aphrodite is next in throne
With them in our rule
We accept more, love more
We know more, fight better
Our nation is powerful and true
We are warrior of a nonexistent war
Chasing live vessels filled with blood
Hissing rabidly into the night
Under the moon, hunting heedlessly
The crowd sees the face
Recognizing the infamous brand
Awe dominates as they stand
As it sweats charisma on command
IS that the myth?
No, that's the MAN
The crowd sees the body
The misconceived perception that everyone travels in the same direction
The unreliable source that life is full of projection
The not so teachable lesson that the world is a place of rejection
Medusa started her own trend
Everyone wanted snakes on their head too
But Posiden wouldn't curse them
Medusa started her own trend
Everyone wanted snakes on their head too
But Posiden wouldn't curse them
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.
Wandering the dim,
Hades searches.
Dancing through the light,
Persephone considers.
Orpheus & Eurydice
The two are tangled in the web
The web that we call love
The two walk by the riverbed
The bed that lies above
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
Handsome with grace
Everything in the correct place
Ready for action
Can’t wait for satisfaction
Under the stars light
Lighting the night
Everything is set
State is not over yet
I live in a land where the people are free. This is home to me as well as many other significant people. Our home is by the deep, tranquil waters of Thailand.
From across the way,
I could have sworn she was a Queen.
Or some reawakened Goddess
In blue jeans.
Not like the girls in the magazines,
You are where the sea and the sky meet-A line of the horizon that many have tried to reachBut so magnificent, so beautiful, so ever changing,that no one can help themselves There are stories you tell of merfolk and fae, that you know like they are
I recently realized I could re-draw all of my mythologies - after all i say never beg for power because the powerful never give or bestow power. they act in power.the powerless always has the power to do right.
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.
Whether she blamed him or he blames sheThe fall was always meant to be.The gift of knowledge,Forever blessed,Born from the woman’s mess.Yes it is she, sheWho stole the apple from the tree,
cross my heart and hope to breathe / suck the air into my lungs like a promise broken / like wind in the air singing hymns across a desolate plain / and wish for something different or better or nothing at all / because this is my story and our st
The sun shines well above them,
Bringing light and prosperity to those who work hard underneath;
After finishing their rest place, the people asked:
How can we rest, if there is no night?
there is something about the way he sings
his lyrics are a mystery,
old like a redwood's age rings.
everyone knows his name
they worship the man, Hozier
everyone knows of his fame.
You're my sadness,
Also my happiness
You're my lover,
Also my enemy
You're my laughters,
Along the footpath home,
I espy an old apple tree.
Branches grabbing past the heavens
for something more significant.
perhaps
the story
goes differently
this time
just like
the last time
icarus falls
but this time
someone is there
to break his fall
apollo couldn't
The water gleams like valued crystals
Smells of sweet childhood
Their vulnerable forms watched over tirelessly
Protected by Mr. Kappa
A curious silence
A desparate glare
She stands in the creek
The wind in her hair
What lies ahead?
A world with no care
The weeping woman
has moved nowhere
Boy meets girl. Girl turn boy to stone.
Alone. Alone yesterday. Alone tomorrow. Alone forever.
Girl see river. Girl questions.
The God’s have fallen from their throne overhead Earth’s shallow winds
They told us a myth called “Hiroshima” during our younger years
I thought it impossible for the sky to appear as an endless void
A chime rings
An ad is placed
Full of things
Unknown to our race
"Become rich with one trick"
A chime rings
An ad is placed
Full of things
Unknown to our race
"Become rich with one trick"
While I have always sought affection amongts the secrets of the night,
Sharing kinship with the shadows,
Relishing fromt the solitary seduction of it,
I cannot ignore the Sun.
There once was a peaceful creature hidden away in a sweet cedar forest. The forest was ancient with beautiful features, but never a stranger or tourist
The huntsman waited in tanned leather,sword in hand—at last, to gaze upon the creature.
Around its neck, a wealth of mane—striking golds, and fur gilded by the feverish crimson dusk,
Nine black boxes float above nine black tables, slick with rain
Three beams of light crack into tables, striking in the middle
Three tears are shed
Three boxes fall the floor, crumbling into the twisted air
You condemn me for your wretchedness,
But who are you to me?
What flame burns within your essence?
In the finite plane of a lifetime;
Catching dreams and atoms in a jar
A unique rainbow ship to learn to steer
Through tossing waves of pathways near and far
The masquerade of time my biggest fear
Love, What is this thing we call love? Does it even exist? Some say it does, Others will say it doesn't! Do we really have to go through such horrible heartbreaks to find true love? Do we have to make ourselves feel so horrible to find that one pe
Part I
A sudden whirlwind
And a voice so said
Who, dark counsels
By words without knowledge?
Now questions are
To be answered!
Where were you?
Sweet Arachne
why must you boast so?
Sweet Arachne
your talent can only go so far.
To offend the goddess
in such a manner.
Have you no shame?
No?
You say you could best Athena?
Smart and pretty With a temper
Seldom seen but deadly
like the sleeping dragon
peacful and calm
until disturbed
leaving those who cross her
burned but wiser
going off to tell the tale
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,
n the end, it’s all paybackYou take one step forward but two backIn your mind you can play it backBut you made your move, you can’t take it back.
There was a sad story,
well it was more horrible than any.
A story of a woman,
a young woman at that...
A woman who spoke kind words,
and never felt or suffered hurt.
There was a man in the lake
Whose good looks were but a fake.
But the envy had spread
To Narcissus’ head,
And he drowned the man in the lake.
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,
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
“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”
Peep, slip under the surface tension. Dip, sail under the current's one-way mirror. I found your skin buried under the old yew. I fell in love with your form, your ocean grace. Mermaid of fur. Dog of my heart's ship; my ship's heart.
Bravery, a concept of strange humanity
Is it real, does it even pertain to me?
Myth, legend, flaw of the human brain
Something some feel is the need to gain.
