greek mythology
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Medusa and Herr Lover
She had a serpents tongue ringlets of venom lingered off her lips One could have turned to stone if they gazed too long But for me I would have looked into the eyes of Hades battle mountains themselves just for a glimpse of those smooth emeralds I had come to…
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imprint
I don’t think he ever knew what love meant. He could never even fathom it; taste it, touch it. That mundane little soul never knew what it was. Although, he could say it. I would watch him open his mouth, tears forming in my eyes at the beauty of that singular meaning on his…
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The Weapon of Tongues
He tasted of red hot spice what Ares was made up of a touch of malice yet soft centered devotion Crimson petals curled along his lashes spewed something cynical like he was untouchable I could feel him throughout all seasons count my fever off with heat induced licks of his tongue…
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mono-
I would keep you as is Nearly blinding beguiling absolutely bewitching I take you in with hushed breaths Soft curves and plush lips the Erotes would have been jealous I can only describe you with simple words subtle actions You are too sweet for charms You’re like…
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Prisoner of The Fates
Sometimes I forget that we’re not talking to each other that you don’t want me even though you’ve recounted constant lyrics to me You’ve pulled me along a thin string and I almost thought you were Clotho Like you devised my life by a simple thread You measured out the length of my…
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ikaros
You make me feel as if you drudged me up from one of his ribs Like I was the muse Shakespeare wrote about He could have been that fucking sun And I’d melt all the wax I hold in my feathers just for a taste of that luminescence
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Turpentine, Watch Them All Consume
I am a blank canvas A perfect shell of Erebus corrupted with smeared shades of turpentine blunt molded holes erupted into sharp cloths I am what you see when you are lapsed between the earth and Hades carefully captivated yet dulled around the edges A caricature of melded pieces drudged…
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The Cessation of Zeus
Life is like a delicate petal a fickle thorn It will coddle you succumb you to despair like that reaper Life is frivolous full of disheartened spirits humans that hold death higher It is mundane Lowly for such wretched mortals like us to think such things But…
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Halcyon Days
I imagine that loving you, darling would be a forest fire long days in the Sahara trying to breath under water Maybe you are those riptides the ash to this circle of life The sun sets while you rise you are not to be trifled with yet I hold you…
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Narcissus to Echo
You always cry when you’re about to smile But I don’t blame you darling Who could know the weight those shoulders of yours carried Spurned on by distractions Chattering to goddesses to cover an affair Your tongue sported imitations because of your actions Could only repeat…
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The Gorgon Lives in This One
There were vines up her skin slender mossy streams that breathed life into her veins eyes brown like that dried up mud- sticky surfaces that burrow you into the Earth Those branches latch and tangle entwine around the crevices of her heart She had leafy shells in her hair Strands…
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Enigma
I’ll never forget the day I saw those brown eyes staring at me with as much longing as I was filled with Filled with the amity the burnished satisfaction I wanted to give in to you I remember every ripple of your skin under my touch how your breath…
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Queen Anne’s Lace
How old am I and no one ever thought to bring me flowers? Not until you came along, you were the only flower I needed. A dwindle of shrubs, rough patches marring the earth scarring it with sandpaper meadows. Barley peeled back to show you what I kept hidden inside, what I was made…
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An Ode to Hades
“Tell them that you weren’t hungry, tell them you followed the pomegranates seeds because they tasted like blood, like love.” -Pauline Albanese You had the taste of lust written across your lips it was there etched into your eyes Pomegranate shaped orbs that made me crave to pick that seed up and…
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Hyakinthos’ Cry
‘Oed’ und leer das Meer’ You gave me hyacinths from your garden Crude little buds that were as green as those lies lies lies that ricocheted out of your mouth and into my throat I had become nauseated because of those incipient little blossoms I imagined a prickled case around those…
Éloa 