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 549° 
Lyn-Purcell

Scar on regal heart
Her brightness shields her venom
Words she built shall break


New day, new haiku!
This one is for Phaedra, a Cretan Princess and sister of Ariadnรช.
Though I know of her, she is one woman of myth I do not like.
After her sister ran off with Theseus, Phaedra herself fell in love with his son, Hippolytus. When he rejected her, she decided to write a letter to Theseus, saying that he had violated her and Hippolytus was killed.

Now the matter of his death varies from myth to myth. In one variant, his father cursed him, using one of Poseidon's curses to do so - i.e. a sea creature dragged him to his watery death. In another variant, his own father ended his own life, and another said that Dionysus sent a bull to do the deed.

To make things worse, Phaedra was his STEP-MOTHER, the second wife to Theseus. *Lyn gaves herself a big facepalm*
Given all this, strangely, she was seen as a tragic character in mythology. Personally, I donโ€™t understand why because I found her to be spiteful [and that honestly hasnโ€™t changed when I read more on WHY she was so โ€˜tragicโ€™].

In a small variant myth, Hippolytus rejected the Goddess of Love herself to stay faithful to Artemis, for his faith in her was unshakeable. [I still find that to be very admirable as hell.] As expected, Aphrodite was enraged by his โ€˜snubโ€™ and to punish him, she cursed Phaedra to fall for him. So
I think what makes me dislike her is the whole โ€˜If I canโ€™t have him, no one canโ€™ attitude. Just because of his willingness to honour a goddess, to stay faithful to her, a woman [or women] sought to effectively destroy him for it! And what better way than with her words, right? Words may be light but they carry so much weight.

They are the most powerful and dangerous thing in the world in my opinion. Ironically, the name Phaedra is derived from the word โ€˜phaidrosโ€™, meaning "bright" and well, I donโ€™t see much that is bright about her because shes not being painted in a good light. [Pun intended!]

There is a variant myth of Theseus taking Hippolytusโ€™ life after reading Phaedraโ€™s letter and in her grief, she took her own as that is not what she wanted.

I suppose what makes me dislike her is how situations like this happen in day to day life, which is not only sad but also really scary too. Even with the myth of her doing what she did because she was cursed by Aphrodite, to me that is no justification. Words are like actions, they all have consequences. I know we are all human and all, but the lesson I took from this is to mind what I said because it may come back to haunt me. At some point in our lives, we have all said something that we regret. But we live and learn and grow. Especially in this day and age now.

Anyway, thank you all for growing followers, I'm forever humbled and grateful for the support ๐Ÿ™๐ŸŒน๐Ÿ’œ
Here's the link for the growing collection:
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/132853/the-women-of-myth/
Be back tomorrow with another one!
Much love,
Lyn ๐Ÿ’œ
 196° 
Natalija
Hands up
Don't be shy
Say it out
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย loud

ย ย  You hate the world!

Envy more
Stay jelous
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย  Ignorant

But don't come
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย  Crying
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย  Terrified
ย ย ย ย ย ย  And lonely
When everything is over
Ode to Ignorant humans who destroy mother Earth carelesly
 149° 
Graff1980
You can paint infinity
on a set of plates
that lay here before me,

share a seasonโ€™s story
leaving out what is gory.

You can dance in skewed
perspectives,
make rainbows cry
while a little child
staves off this painted rain.

You can make manifest
the spirit over which
you give dominion
to all who live in
this little world.

Let lovers walk
from pools reflecting
many shades
that illuminate
the end of days.

Can take the infinitude
of every instance
that made you, you
and summarize it
in multiple tints
of blue;

Take the beauty
and wonder of
a strangerโ€™s face
lit by inspiration
as she reads
by a windowpane,

while I can take apart
and break the art
you made with your heart,
to write this silly little poem.
 131° 
Hugo Pierce
I am swimming in an endless ocean
At the mercy of temperamental waters
My effort dictated by an apathetic sea
The volatile storms give reason to my struggle
But when the crashing waves cease
And the tide is still
I wonder why I am even swimming
There is no land in sight
No clear direction
Yet if I desist
I begin to drown
Sometimes I just hold my breath
Sink into the depths of despair
Just as I am ready to accept my demise
My toes brush the jagged coral
I mustn't rest on this bed
Or I'll sleep forever
Suffocating
I muster what little energy I have left
Launching off the seabed
Ascending through the pain
Gasping for air at the surface
Relief washes over me
I have escaped the jaws of death once more
Only to end up back here
Swimming in the endless ocean.
This poem depicts the struggles of suicidal depression. The way each day can seem like you are constantly at war with yourself just to maintain your sanity and repress the thoughts that try to take over. The bad days often better than the good because you have a justifiable reason to feel bad. Often you get tired and can want to sink into the dark place rather than fight it, but it can get so bad that you are ready to give up. Usually, at this moment you find a reason to survive and carry on. When you have reached rock bottom, it's either do or die. You work to pick yourself up and put the pieces back together, start getting out of bed, eating again and exercising, only to end up back where you started, fighting each day just to be ok.
 108° 
Me
I set out to built
a street
a shed
a house
then wanted
a palace
an island
a country
a landscape
a universe

You begin to be
become
a universe
with stars
with earth
with hearts beginning
to beat
to know you
 97° 
Nidhi Jaiswal
Oopsโ›ˆ
๐Ÿ˜Š
Someone
๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š
In rain
โ›ˆโ›ˆโ›ˆ
when i weep
๐Ÿ˜ข๐Ÿ˜ข๐Ÿ˜ข
who understand my tears on rainy water
โ›…โ›…โ›…โ›ˆโ›…โ›…โ›…
Oops
The thought came on my mind,When i'm in rain and i wish..susshhh
someone in my life who understand when i weep ..they feel
Thanks for reading.
 83° 
avyukta
the day a poet  
falls in love with you
is the day
you know you will live
forever
not in life
but in the love
that your poet
could never seem to
grant
themselves
but will
give you
all of

 78° 
rohayani
is wondering how the world works
does not know what to do
is abandoned in the universe full of meaningless
blames herself
is beautiful
A beautiful, frightened mess
is desperately searching for love and a purpose in life
we are all in this together. I don't know what I am saying though
 64° 
Blom In Blou
Skielike hartsbegeerte verskyn oorstelp
Verlang na bo om op berg vas soos boom
Wil staan gaan saam met dit wat is!
Sonder afwagting sonder skroom
In die lewegewende liefste Stroom
Sommer so sonderling se droom
In stralende lagge ligse verwondering
Salig met sagte wit wind wat wolk
Sonder sodanige mondige verklaring
Wil skugter skuif saam as woordlose tolk
Gewortel in aarde geplant vir liefde se bewaring
 62° 
Nebula
Dog
Just torture me all you want
Like if I was a dog
And you're waving a piece of steak
Right in front of me
That's too far out of reach for me
Just let me starve.
 46° 
HOPE
Eyes dripping
Tears full of blood,
with half quarter of my heart,
bleeding over love,
which was never suppose to hurt,
but rather to be drunk on it,
and swim in the ocean full of happiness

Its better to love than to never love at all
But what if love can never be enough,
to the extent where my heart is able to accommodate?
Maybe is my calling,
calling to stay alone and nurse my insecurities
as I dine in the pool of my sorrow
witnessing the ocean of my happiness dry
 44° 
Kelly Hogan
I was told long ago
That my light would attract others.
Maybe that's why I love moths so much.
Fluttering in and out of lives, maybe I am the light and a moth.
 43° 
Andrew Layman
Not promised life
yet take from it
assigned to a station
and not far to get
all ponderance is infinite
as human I remain
seeking joy
and clarity of life
beyond my early stain.
 43° 
Jessica
I can hear what it sounded like
A million years ago
It was quieter
I can hear a pine needle drop
On the rain battered forest ground
It sounds like the barely audible clink
Of harmonics on a guitar
There is probably greatest virtue in the surrender
Of rustling trees blown by archaic windsย ย 
We could all learn from that sound
To be carefree and beautiful
in the hands of nature and time
 42° 
Nimisha Rana
I saw you standing there
I know you cannot bear
With weary eyes and skin so dry
You looked down wanting to cry

You want to hide in unknown places
Kept running away from your fears
Covering up your ears
To the words you don't want to hear

Storming days suddenly passed
You didn't moved until the sunlight flashed
You looked up and surveyed the sky
Finally found a reason to smile
Follow my writings on instagram @_spread _u_r_wings
 41° 
Alex Scaife
At the voting booth
We do the symbolic act
A pointless gesture
Haiku because i havent felt like writing recently
 40° 
Rushil
I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
because she tells me it is my destiny,
and it is all in the email she sent me.

I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
because she possesses many Riches,
and she has promised me all of them.

I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
from her wretched uncle,
who will steal her wealth and lock her away.

I would save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
but she only needs my Government ID,
Bank Account and Social Security.
 40° 
Anastasia
There was an angel who fell from the sky
And I mended his broken wings
But it pained me so
When he had to leave
He blessed me goodbye
And kissed me on the cheek
And promised that
Heโ€™d come back for me
a late-night written poem
 37° 
acacia
still a riveting rush i can get if i listen close to your indigenous sounds
architecture is real and true and time will test the bridge of your dear songs
i never hoped to dream of jumping down into a river full of ecstasy
nothing else can change my world
my inner natural state
not destroy nor to create
nothing can take away my slowness or my swiftness or my endless endings
jai guru deva om
 36° 
Desire
you,
and me,
we are,
unified souls,
simply, united,
an unbreakable set,
underway, sailing,
like ship and sea,
this two-way street,
you,
and me,
we are,
us. [one].
XVI. Committed
๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ข๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜ ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜€ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ ๐—ข๐—ฐ๐—ฐ๐—ถ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ถ๐˜‡๐—ฒ๐—ฑ. ๐—–๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ด๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜ ๐—˜๐—ฎ๐˜€๐˜ ๐—”๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ฎ. ๐—ง๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ต ๐—บ๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐—ณ๐—ณ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐˜๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜…๐˜ ๐—ด๐—ผ๐—ฑ๐—ต๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ฑ & ๐—บ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐˜๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ถ๐˜๐˜†. ๐—ง๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ต ๐—บ๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐—ณ๐—ณ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐˜๐˜„๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ด๐—ผ๐—ฑ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜€ & ๐—ถ๐—บ๐—บ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐˜๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ถ๐˜๐˜†.

The science of danger,
it's burning like ember,
it left me like cinder,
but I can't bear the hunger,
take the risk or suffer.
I should take the risk.
 34° 
Isaac
she
believed that she was rare
only to realize
she's one of a kind
 34° 
misha
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you
if only i could chase you with pizza but shots don't work like that
 32° 
Mykarocknrollin
ch
chances are gone
chances are none
chances are no where
chances are a thing to bear
chances are clinging
chances worth remembering
chances are fun
until chances are done

xo
 31° 
Haruki
slow things aren't irritating
whisphered after
the kiss
on the dark street
 30° 
Violet
its 2am and my eyes hurt
i dont wanna sleep i dont wanna wake up
let me stay here

dont let me process dont let me cry
just tell me goodnight and that you love me
 30° 
Rupert Pip
Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.
Get to know me like I do you; inside and out.
 29° 
Summer
I look at you
and dream of sunflowers
because you told me once
that home was where the sunflowers were
and Iโ€™ve been awaiting summer since then.
This is actually a dialogue I plan to include in the fantasy book I am writing :)
 28° 
Gary Cuming
Pain exists inside the heart
That mourns the missing day
Emptiness, holding all thatโ€™s lost,
Fingers white, grasping air, slipping away

Darkness surrounds all we see,
Shadows stolen from what could have been
Extinguish a flame, smoke filling our souls
As expectance is hidden and unseen

Embers remain in the sorrowful ash
As the wind lifts up the light of our eyes
The heat reignites, in the kindling of love
As the beautiful flames dull the cries

In all that we do, in all the we are
The fire will never be quelled
Insurmountable hearts, unfettered love
With a yearning of life to be held
 28° 
Alexandria
I badly need a break
but I feel I don't deserve it
I haven't done anything
to feel this tired
physically and mentally
Maybe its all in my head
May be I am over reacting
But i crave for a break
which I think I don't deserve.
i wonder is it okay to stop even though you haven't started ?
 27° 
Bree
Iโ€™m addicted to the feel of cold metal sliding across bare flesh
Addicted to the instant
when nothing marks smooth skin
immediately before
red rivers rapidly rise
painting a once white canvas
with a flood of emotion,
tears on my cheeks,
sobs caught in my throat,
numbness replaced by pain & sadness.
Addicted to the imperfection
of red welts and dotted scabs that follow,
fingers drawn like magnets
to the texture of healing skin,
tracing over and over and over now fading ridges
Amazed that I am strong enough
to heal myself over and over and over.
Convincing myself that I am strong enough.
I find strength in my weakness.
6 months self harm free! Writing about it helps fight the urge
 27° 
Emily
Thinking about getting a tattoo
But, I take pause...
Looking in the mirror
I see my bodyโ€™s already covered
Marked in invisible ink
Every inch of my bare skin
Painted with the joy and pain of living
From my heart to my hips
Color faded here, but poppinโ€™ over there
Memories designed by your hands
Others etched on my own
A collection that makes me smile
Among a few pieces I regret
So, about getting a tattoo...
I guess Iโ€™m not ready
Because I canโ€™t think of a tattoo
Meaningful enough, yet
To write over any of the life Iโ€™ve lived
 26° 
REY
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
Youโ€™d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
โ€œIโ€™m tired,โ€
โ€œIโ€™m a failure,โ€
โ€œIโ€™m stupid โ€“โ€
I know it sounds stupid,
Itโ€™s pathetically foolish
And seems too *******.
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
Youโ€™d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
Youโ€™d see the monsters
That consume my head;
Youโ€™d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
Youโ€™d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™d see the face
Iโ€™ve failed to show back then,
The face Iโ€™ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.
and we
won't just
  survive
    but we'll
      thrive till
        we're five
           and make
              peace with
                 our hearts
                     till we're
                         feeling
                              alive
                                   and my
                                        puppy-
                                               eyed
                                                     lover
                                                            will talk
                                                                   to the
                                                                          sky and
                                                                               we'll drift
                                                                                      through the
                                                                                              night till
                                                                                                      we're free
 25° 
muna
Why does it always feel like
no one's listening
when I talk?
I'm never loud enough..
 25° 
Flower C
Heaven rained on me,
I breathed in the petrichor,
Bathed in the downpour.
I have sinned,
So destroy me,
With your rain.
 25° 
David Lessard
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
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