She abides in her circular chamber,
prophet to the oracular God.
Perched delicately a top a three-legged mount,
engulfed in a haze,
an hallucinogenic cloak.
A mystic figure,
clutching branches of laurel in her Delphian hands,
a bronze bowl of water cradled consciously in her lap.
Her hair as dark as the fates she acquaints.
A cape of red flows like the blood
of those who perished from her
manic counsels.
Aberration is evident in her dazed eyes.
At times her body thrashes
with apparent anger and confusion.
Her limbs then go limp.
A painted smile bleeding across her face,
delirium manifested.
A warning set in stone:
“Know thy self.”
Pay no attention to the opinion of the masses:
advice to be heeded.
The hollow-horned shivers
from head to hoof.
Sacrificed for knowledge of the future
yet unknown.
Her hysterical beauty sanctions
the nonsensical prophecies.
“My wife is with child,
if I contend with the enemy,
will I return to my family?”
She stares into the water,
her face distorted,
for the reflection she sees is not her own.
"You will go,
you will return,
not in the battle you will perish."
Her red cape became
more prominent in colour.
Her ambiguity brought a child
into the world
without a father.
"You will go,
you will return not,
in the battle you will perish."
Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 12:14 AM UTC
wow,
I am alone
indefinitely.
there is no one here to hold my hand
and tell me that everything's
going to be ok
I am alone, i am forgotten
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 2:40 AM UTC
but since the leaves fell down,
I've been alone.
You left with the breeze,
without a single word.
You moved on like the
seasons.
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 2:39 AM UTC
It's funny because things are different, even though so much is the same.
That's what makes it unbearable.
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 2:39 AM UTC
I want to be beautiful
like the flowers in your hair.
I want to retain that dear perfection,
that lays deep within your soul.
I want to smell as sweet
as the grass beneath your feet.
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 2:23 AM UTC
bring me to the edge of the tide, but don't push me in
I am already drowning.
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 2:07 AM UTC
to die with flowers in your hair,
red lips and smudged black eyes.
wearing a lace dress:
alas, your brains are blown out.
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 2:03 AM UTC
the feelings are scary,
and I don't know what
to do.
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 2:02 AM UTC
you were supposed to
relieve my pockets of pebbles
to keep my head above the water,
only you replaced the pebbles with bricks.
my callow attempt to breathe only kills me faster.
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 2:00 AM UTC
i want everything back
or I want to die.
I'm done with this in between
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 1:57 AM UTC