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Love, is the poet's death
That leads to his unraveling
His pen runs dry as words cease to fall
From his pressed lips
Love, is the poet's death
That leads to his undoing
His journal fades to a memory
Locked deep inside
Love, is the poet's death
That leads to his suppression
His thoughts turn silent
As his well runs dry
Love, is the poet's death
That leads to his flourishing
His life becomes extant
As warmth floods through his veins
Love, is the poet's death
That brings him to his knees
It silences his words
And opens his heart
That leads to his unraveling
His pen runs dry as words cease to fall
From his pressed lips
Love, is the poet's death
That leads to his undoing
His journal fades to a memory
Locked deep inside
Love, is the poet's death
That leads to his suppression
His thoughts turn silent
As his well runs dry
Love, is the poet's death
That leads to his flourishing
His life becomes extant
As warmth floods through his veins
Love, is the poet's death
That brings him to his knees
It silences his words
And opens his heart
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Persephone and Hades
Persephone & Hades
He watched his opposite.
His other half.
(Goddess of the Earth who belonged in the Sun)
They truly were the more he thought about it.
(Dark sun kissed skin & dark firry red hair with leaf green eyes)
(His skin so pale & blonde hair and icy blue eyes)
She stares out with lightless eyes at the river of Styx wanting to cross it.
To go back up & stand under the warm sun where she belongs.
To talk to the flowers & watch them grow while birds sing in praise of her beauty.
Eating honeysuckles & pomegranates & drinking the finest wine.
He was selfish, but even so she would look at him love.
(Her fingers tangled in
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Hades and Persephone
"Hades!" she screamed in rage. Silk curtains tore as nails were raked across them. Pillows were swept to the floor and set upon; with a ripping sound there were feathers adrift in the air.
She collapsed amid the chaos, sobbing. "I hate you. I hate you!" Her voice broke into the motionless air, hung amid the feathers, shivered in its anger.
He stood with shadowed eyes on the other side of the closed door. He knew she thought he couldn't hear her, knew she thought he was elsewhere attending to business as usual--knew what she thought of him. When her furious sobs had given way to shuddering breaths he said quietly, "The door isn't locked," an
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Another Inspired
Mortals have trouble understanding the concept of love:
What does it mean?
What is it?
Will it ever happen to me?
All the questions and more run through their mind- since they have been able to think for themselves and distance themselves from the realm of apes, that one eternal question lingers-
What is love?
Such a swift, fleeting, eternal, painful, wondrous thing- it cannot be put into words.
Yet mortals have put it into flesh and blood- Aphrodite and her son Eros.
Ridiculous, I say.
How can such a malicious thing be called love? It is a disgusting mockery.
Then again...I am hypocritical. Once I thought love to be something best
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I attempted to write a poem about a poet's death, but I had more trouble than I expected
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Before me and my boyfriend broke up, I couldn't write a damn thing, now I can't stop ha. Your words are cruely true, so I guess you don't have love right now either or you wouldn't be able to write something so amazing