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I can taste the words
“I love you”
in the sweat that drips from his nose to my mouth
as he lingers above my body.
I can smell the words
I am a gift of aphroditie the goddess of love,beauty and pleaser
yet i have the caurse of heartbreak, and unpleasable
I am blessed by medusa the holy woman of wisdom and battle
Oh to be like Echo,
Always calling out but never heard.
To be like Midas,
Always reaching out but never touched.
To be like Medusa,
Athena
In the soft light of an old lamp, at a university somewhere, everywhere
they sit and study, and study, and study
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.
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.
As her hips sway to rhythm of song,
She mischievously tempts young fools along.
Her matted mound of curly hair
And viscious, cold, icy glare
Leaves all the men imobile as stone
They told me not to open the email,
but I watched as the numbers had grown.
It started at 0 and now there was 50 alone.
They told me something bad would happen,
If I let my curiouslity grow
The man signs the contract
With a pen full of blood
A snap and it's gone
He sits up and looks towards the sky
In a dark office, the CEO resigns
The ruler of the Underground is a buisness man
Hades
Ruler of the Underworld
Supervisor of Hell
Two brothers who rule the universe
While he is stuck in his realm
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
5…
When you feel a hand squeezing
ice into your fingertips,
cold as those distant galaxies
you had always studied,
as a new star was being born,
walking through these halls feels like
stepping through the unknown
with the scent of sirens implying
dangers that i cannot pinpoint;
too fearful to talk to anyone in sight,
will they entrap me in their lies,
walking through these halls feels like
stepping through the unknown
with the scent of sirens implying
dangers that i cannot pinpoint;
too fearful to talk to anyone in sight,
will they entrap me in their lies,
He wanted her,
so he took her.
With violence and thrashing and might.
He left her on shore with nothing
but the foam lapping at her limp feet
and the rising sun reflecting off of her hair
Gods of bronze, stone, and gold,
Whose temples stand high,
As churches change time,
Inspiring hearts of the beaten and beating -
As spears fall and lyres stall -
Athena still stands tall.
In today’s world, there was nothing but hate
No one seems to like each other
As I look around, I feel my heartache
Love had died, not even showing it to mothers
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
Swim captain is his title in the school
The pool is known as his second home
People always telling him, the fish can’t even out swim him
Zues,of the sky,angrily striking at his brother Neptune,of moving water and he who also controls the sea,of war where violence may start to bloom could only mean darkness and gloom will come soon
Some people are destined for greatness
Some for dirt
Some people are lead to happiness
Some left to hurt
This is just the way things are
I tell the tale of a family
violent and free and unpredictable
No soul would believe they existed in our everyday lives
Persephone, Queen of the Damned
Daughter of Spring
A true vegan; Natural blogger
Has a garden so elaborate; winter cannot crumple
Flowers, Vines, Plants galore
A great palace of Earth
I died my hair bright red the other day;
now my curls are poisonous snakes.
Twisting, turning, tangling.
We know that in nature, bright colors mean posionous.
There once was a woman,
with skin like cream and features fair,
with eyes of emerald green;
with a robust body and fine gold hair.
She glides through the halls,golden eyed and forked tongue,with her consummate curls and snake skin stilettos.Her bronzed thumbs faster than her numbing gaze.using her honeyed voice for falsified statements,screaming the Arachne spun tales from ev
Like the father,
the son stands strong and tall.
Responsible for the world,
their similar broad shoulders hold it all.
Oh, the popular Apollo,
our school's biggest star.
This time, Pandora does not open the box.
This time, Pandora is a little girl in downtown Manhattan
Who peeks around corners and always gets into places she shouldn’t
Many believe they are carrying,
the weight of the world on their shoulders.
But they do not know the pain,
of holding up a dead thing on their own.
Their crimes are often varying,
I realize I am one of the lucky few
A love such as ours does not often stay true;
If my mother only knew where I was she would grieve
As if Hades stole my heart like a lowly thief;
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,
I had declared it would not fall in love,
But the goddess Aphrodite took it as a challenge.
Still, I was so sure I could manage.
One day I met this man who asked me on a date.
On my way to work, I said no.
They shout for metal straws
And recycle with pride
But they don’t see
That I will die anyway
Reusable water bottles can only do so much
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
Potential prom queenBeautiful and readyFriend to the school trophyTrophy girl to an earthquake
Potential prom queenBeautiful and readyA week left to goAnd his eyes where they should not be
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
He plans meticulously.
She smiles with the warmth of a thousand ancient fires,
and her eyes twinkle to rival Venus in the night sky.
Whose maze was he in?
Walk, don't look behind.
Wait, she's far behind.
Hope, she'll follow behind.
Stop, don't look behind.
Walk, you hear her steps.
Wait, don't see her steps.
Hope, those are her steps.
Wandering the dim,
Hades searches.
Dancing through the light,
Persephone considers.
As times change and myths are sculpted
we see the gods once reverred
move alongside humanity,
evolving and ever-adjusting
to our trends, culture, and norms.
Apollo, the god of
healing,
Oh my, oh my, this photo I just took,
shows off all of my captivatingly good looks.
The hearts and comments I receive just
grow more and more,
Silent is the night on which we are born,
clueless of the future that has been predicted for us.
Perfect is the world in which we remain hidden from our father's eyes,
without the necessity to open our wings and fly.
Wings out stretched, feathers fluttering in the wind.
"Don't go towards the sun," they said. "you'll fall to your death"
So Icarus stayed low
She’s not your normal mythShe doesn’t live in the clouds,However, her hair is made of them. She wasn’t cursed by a jealous lover, butShe was cursed by society. She doesn’t have tales to make you idolize her.
for millenia her kind were treated as serpents,
always hiding, scheming, "witches" they cried for centuries.
always eternal was medusa, watching from shadows cast upon
her everglowing face.
there is something inside me,
i say this a lot.
i say this so much it's grown into its own
small world, its own small sea of love
that i wade into on the worst of nights.
Three Brothers, singing of powerful truths.
One was Metal. One was Pop. and the Other Blues.
Together they formed a Trinity. Singing of ballads and tunes.
One brother of Thunder, and the other swayed by the moon.
Myths and legends are alive and well all around us.
Apollo lives
in the steady hands of a medical surgeon
In the voice of the newest, hottest star
There he sits upon his throne
In the web, his chaos sown.
Drunken though his thoughts may be
Others read it readily,
While drinking in the words so fair,
They drink it all without much care.
Artemis
doesn’t actually care
if you’re celibate.
She protects virgin girls, yes,
but also women
(and men)
Red lips
take a sip of the evening's wine.
Heavily coated lashes gazed upon her victim.
A man of 5'7", broad shoulders, able to scare any other man with a certain gaze.
Red lips
take a sip of the evening's wine.
Heavily coated lashes gazed upon her victim.
A man of 5'7", broad shoulders, able to scare any other man with a certain gaze.
Hark! they whispered, those dryads in the trees
And all throughout the woodlands I felt disease.
Plucking little white flowers, I twirled them between my fingers
By Malkyah Angelique
HI, I'm Dionysus
Might as well dive right in
No point in delaying this
My wife says I need rehab.
I'm the god of partying
Is my drinking habit that bad?
Dionysus the god of wine, madness, and parties
If you got in the way of his fun oh you would be sorry
At beer-pong he sure was gnarly
Dionysus the god of wine, madness, and parties
If you got in the way of his fun, oh you would be sorry
At beer pong he sure was gnarly
They robbed her of her darkness
Gave her ebony hair and an apple to bite
Made poison her downfall
And a kiss her salvation
They forgot what was real
Now she sings songs on Broadway
There was a girl
(There was a queen)
Who played in the meadows
(Who spoke to the earth itself)
Whose mother loved her
(Whose mother controlled her)
“will you marry me, Hera?”
“no means no, Zeus. i’ve seen how you are with other girls and i’m not interested.”
he smiled at her
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
Love is a beautiful thing.
She is born of sea-foam, the last daughter to a mad king. She is Love, she is Beauty, she is everything her father wasn't. She is given many names, but Aphrodite is constant.
Women are right to fear the dark.
This is what they learn —
Through gentle warnings,
Whispered words —
The ones so fearful of losing power so many centuries ago
Saw beautiful creatures times two, such a grand foe
This is where it began, the treachery to split the souls in half
My computer hums a familiar sound,
The screen, pitch back, springs to life!
The beams of white light break through the night around me.
Familiar noises fill my room-
Our statues breathe life into us, and our souls tame.
“Tame, Mortals? Never! Their own inhumanity is of fame!”
Zeus towered above the Gods by name.
Selene
goddess of the moon
if she were here in present day
would be known to travel the world
admiring the beauty
of nature in all its glory
I have a feeling
Perpetually searching for a scapegoat to blame,
containing all answers if humanity still heard their name.
Reason for destruction and poverty quickly explained,
A body belongs to its owner.
And to no one else.
Uterus to cornea.
Let there be no theft.
No discussion or judgement.
Of what goes in and what comes out.
Why was Medusa hated?
Even the smallest of her affections is your undoing
Wet footprints on the white sand that you won’t tread upon
Only the sea could ever erase the memory of her there
Once upon a time
(not as far as you’d believe),
they would have called me a monster---
a “griffe”
half-eagle, half-lion.
A quarter of me here,
Obsidian sky holds
silver remnants of past.
Wind carries whisper,
dew answers in soak.
Midas
My name
My claim to fame
See I'm Waiting on a chain from a music mogul like the melanin filled money-makers sold out on the block
Which is ironic cause now were selling on the block
Oh! alas that you were left behind, poor dear maid!
Whilst upon this lone rock on the sea you were laid.
Oh! gone is your Theseus, that era is over,
You’ll not be some thankless Athenian’s lover.
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
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
Fangs sunk through her ankle. Blood and venom mixed.
Collapsed upon the ground, the young oak nymph lay dying.
She had not strength to cry. Her sweet brown eyes faded,
I am a marble statue Forever youngA broken reminent of by gone times A bittersweet reminderA silent echo of times long gone
Goddess of spring
Jewel of Demeter
They say you were walking
In a field that was flowering
And that Hades stole you away
Damocles spirit of vengeance
By A.R.T
I fought your wars
With all its horrors
Blood and death
Without a single breath
Cursed hero of greece
By damacles
10 labors and two more
He did them all
He became hero of greece
But was cursed to die
The first thing I saw when I met you
Were your wings, held close behind
Tucked and folded, neatly hidden
A stifled source of pride.
I loved you for your wings,
Though I knew they would be your demise
22 November 2017 - 1:42 am
i saw you once
with bare feet scampering through a far-off foresteyes shooting arrows from your lycian bow into my psyche
the gods are angry
they shake my window
with their boisterous voices
they casue my body to tremble in fear
and my eyes to overspill their salty tears
zeus and his lightning are vengeful tonight
Perhaps I could have spared my lungs
the weight of an infinite sea-
Had my name not slipped so sweetly,
So carelessly,
From between your lips-
Grit in a glass.
Confidence in a cup.
Call it what you will,
as long as you buy another
gin and tonic.
I'm consistent in my ways,
you're just another tab, that's got to pay.
In the oasis that cultivated and sheltered everything man conceived,
Were the final clawing and flap of a longing paw and wing.
Only the bevy of nymphs and maidens grieved,
What did she do to deserve this torture?
What did she do to deserve this pain?
Why must she have snakes suround her,
and now be dead, no, slain?
Why did the Hero come to slay her?
As god of the gods i must avenge my pride by counteracting my dire grief
And bring justice to the insubordinant actions preformed by the fire thief
I wish to asphyxiate him in the depths of my brother poseidons domain
My world was small, but you showed me
Wings built to carry all that I am.
Are you aware of my changring heart?
Melting away and molding into something new.
In this moment,
Weave flowers through your hair
while we sit in the garden.
To be alone with you,
not touching, never touching,
is a sublime torture,
an exercise in self-denial and gratification,
I would carry the weight of the world
for you
if I could
like Atlas.
My spine is weak
and slumped under my own weight
but I promise
I won't let you down.
i do not have the might
to gather my makeshift wings of paper maché and tacky glue
and leave this cardboard labyrinth with one entrance
because the minotaur is my only friend here
and i am not your drowning icarus.
Hyphnos no longer holds me in his embrace
His son, morph the sandman dream into nightmares
I wake startled, am not home
A country ruled by the Ares of a government
Hear me,
oh cruel gods of Olympus,
for one of your own is fading.
Pan is dying,
oh our beloved Pan is dying.
"Great Pan is dead!"
Thamus yells.
Alas, the news is only greeted
Tied tight, never to fray.
Affixed within a tortoise shell
Strummed by the hands of a Muse so they say
Calmer than a drum and softer than a bell.
Those wings fly through the night
Aiding Perseus in his fight
Against Eight’s waves and creatures
Told in stories by Old Greek Teachers
i feel there comes a time
when we realize that our life
is only but half a life
that we have deprived ourselves
of enrichment and fulfillment,
Cupid is dead
And Venus is fallen
They've run out of lovers
And suitors to call them
They've left you poor souls
To be lonely instead
For Venus is fallen
And Cupid is dead
I was once a goddess searching for my god,And he appeared to me in a wheelchair.But that's okay.
And he told me not to look back at you, darling,but that’s telling fire not to burn and I had waitedtoo long yet. I felt you there behind me, closeenough to feel the whisper of your breath so that I longed
Time means nothing meaning I don’t exist
My fabric’s tattered my coating battered, my joy eclipsed
Euridice, Euridice, my dearest love,Please fly back my little bird.Where is my little dove?I beg you, please return.Euridice, Euridice, o’ brightest star,Please return to evening sky.
(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)
the song that forces men
to leap overboard in squadrons
even though they see the beached skulls
--Margaret Atwood
Sailors who come near our island
find out voices sweet and irresistible.
Come forth, O Singer of the Gods,
Sing your song, spread your words of wisdom.
Show the world your worth not in the holy night,
but in the shameful day, for all to see.
Men and Gods, we are not so different.
They come with thunder.
Footsteps shattering the
Skin of the world with each
Step.
They stand tall over their dominion.
Swathed in colors of their creed.
Red. White. And Blue.
(poems go here) Your song of love,
so soft, so gentle I can feel it caress me.
Your power,
stronger than anticipated, you control me so effortlessly.
With Mt. Olympus so high,
His long neck around her own
She gasps for air in short breaths
Her bottem lip caught in his beak
is starting to bleed and drip onto his
soft and white feathered body, which lays
upon her own soft body.
here she lies, a maiden stored,
bound by a twisted cord
dragged into a shadowed world
to which, against her will, she was sent.
With one word, he takes me in the clouds
or down to Hades, his willing Eurydice
just waiting until he decides to turn around all too soon.
When that happens, of course