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sydney-veazie
Dear Alcestis, You are an ancient feminist an empowered woman trapped in a world of patriarchy. From the beginning you were dismissed, resigned to be chattel. You were ordered, pushed, directed by the males around you to latch on. Ensnare him in a your feminine web. You're not strong enough alone. You're just a woman. Why should you- Stop. You find it all in Him: Shock, love, strength you are finally balanced, equal. You are happy. But Fate holds a bed of snakes for the forgetful and He is stolen from you. Apollo cannot help you now, and you see only one option. Once again a primal privilege arises, But you must win, you must succeed. You sneak away, so desperate to see the world, be the change, be the solution for once, you sacrifice yourself- Hades. You are floating, falling, frightened- Stop. All you know is- Someone carrying you away, rushing- Stop. You are handed back to Him- you are limp, helpless. You are more than that. **** Hercules. You are the distressed princess, the fair maiden, and still the hero of your own story.
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Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 1:18 AM UTC
Dear Alcestis
She comes from routine monotony, with just a hint of spontaneity. She comes from laughter, the good kind, with wrinkled noses, cramped bellies and hiccupsbetweenwords. She comes from knowledge from sitting, swiveling, stretching, sleeping, AND an empty mind. She comes from dark rooms in quiet houses filled to the brim with white noise. She comes from nowhere of importance because where she is going is all that matters.
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Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 12:25 PM UTC
She Comes From
Pretend you are a book, Being opened from time to time; Your pages being flipped, They tell a comic, story, or rhyme. Satisfy your readers, and always get them hooked You can be anything, and today you are a book.
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Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 12:16 AM UTC
"Books are a Uniquely Portable Magic"
I cannot cry anymore, For the tears have all dried up But I would unleash a thousand floodgates If it meant you could see how much you choosing her affected me
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Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 1:11 PM UTC
Tears
It is so hard for me to talk about my thoughts of loving you Because I sit here with a smile and a friendly face And talk to you about your thoughts of loving her.
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Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 1:09 PM UTC
Unrequited
The scariest situation is one in which you find Words don't work anymore.
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Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 1:06 PM UTC
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