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 Jan 2014 Matt Walsh
Amy Perry
Twelve Olympians, to rule as they choose.
Twelve Olympians, we'll start with Zeus.
God of sky, thunder, lightning, law.
Ruled the Olympians with the justice he saw.
Commonly referred to as the Father.
Next is Poseidon, God of Water.
"A tamer of horses and a saviour of ships,"
Said in one of Homer's hymns.
Next is Hera, Queen of the Gods, and of women.
Giving mothers a carriage, and marriage to men.
Next is Demeter, Goddess of Harvest, giving fertility.
Hades captured her daughter, Persephone, and her virginity.
Then there's Athena, Goddess of Wisdom.
Lept out of Zeus' head, and earned her throne in the kingdom.
Apollo is next, God of Music, Poetry, Light.
Also capable of bringing plague and plight.
Artemis, Goddess of Moon and Hunt, and Apollo's twin.
Guided mothers through childbirth, a sacred ******.
Also, beloved Aphrodite, Goddess of Love.
Lover of Ares, who favored battles and blood.
Only Hephaestus and Aphrodite were wed.
Fire, metalwork, art of sculpture he led.
Also, there's Hermes, a god bringing word.
Among other things, guide to the Underworld.
Finally, there's Hesta, Goddess of the Hearth.
Feeding families and serving the home with warmth.
Twelve Olympians, to rule the sky.
Twelve Olympians, give your memory a try.
Pretty boring, giving educational poems a try. School House Rock, anyone?
 Jan 2014 Matt Walsh
Day
.
 Jan 2014 Matt Walsh
Day
.
Take me.
Take me with you
into your world where
the sun sets teal
and the sky bleeds music.

You can say that it is beautiful, but
my breath will only be taken away
when I look left
at you.

Your pure essence presses down
against my ribs, and I joke
that I am smothered.
Really, you ignite a flame
in me that your slender fingers
keep smoldering with
each bruise on my thigh.

I promise you that
I wouldn't hurt me, but it is okay
if you do.

It's easy to pretend
that your sharp teeth
were made to leave holes of your love,
rather than holes for my heart
to spill at your feet.

You push me away but
it is just another game;
I can be knocked down but I
will always win if I
capture you
again.

Take me.
Take me with you
into your world where
the wine seas push water
to lap against my coffin.

Lackadaisical nostalgia is the
only print
right from you.
 Jan 2014 Matt Walsh
Day
Honesty
 Jan 2014 Matt Walsh
Day
You told me that
the stars were your
best friends.
That you paint
the twilight sky
midnights and crimsons
and magentas.
That each comet tail was
a strand of your fallen hair,
torn away by your tender
fingertips,
and that each meteor
was a bit of you
shedding your broken skin.

You screamed to me
that there was life,
beyond our little
self-aware planet.
That you had met them all,
shook their hands,
kissed their babies.
You were appreciated,
not like home.
They loved you.
Plutonian dollars
held your face,
and Pluto was,
indeed, a planet-
noted, and you screeched;
Your favorite,
in fact.

You told me you
were God--
and your eyes
those blank, lost eyes,
they shone with your smile
for the first time
in the infinity of
the universe.
You believed yourself,
and I couldn't
bring myself
to deny your
honesty.

You can be
my God,
if it makes any difference.
 Jan 2014 Matt Walsh
Àŧùl
Oh cutest princess of all colors,
Just be the queen of my garden,
Lest the flowers here miss you.

Here are many colorless flowers,
Come and fill in the various colors,
My life needs only your presence.

Thoughts gliding untold like wasps,
I have prepared a bed with flowers,
Let us lie in each other's arms now.
Gulbadan literally translates from Hindi/Urdu/Persian to "a lady with her body akin to flowers".

My HP Poem #509
©Atul Kaushal
 Nov 2013 Matt Walsh
N23
Lately
 Nov 2013 Matt Walsh
N23
Lately when boys talk to me they all remind me of you.

I keep opening my mouth to respond

but I can only recall the way

You managed to wordlessly

teach me that my body is deceptively

beautiful.


It is only a cage to hide

the wildness that paces

restlessly beneath my ribs.


(I am empty without it

but even more so without you.)


I have learned to pull the words

that I would say

back inside and swallow them

even though they leave my throat

so raw I can feel their barbs

every time I remind myself to breathe.


I am still reminding myself to breathe

ever since you placed your lips on mine

and took my breath away.


Give it back.

         (I am suffocating.)

Come back.

         ( I am lonely.)

——
 Nov 2013 Matt Walsh
mads
impure.
 Nov 2013 Matt Walsh
mads
I'd like to break my ribcage open,
And bash my skull with the shards.
To forget this pain,
Heartache and torture.
I felt it coming,
I saw it... touched it
And fell on it; it pierced like a vampires stake.

I am swelling with pain,
Overflowing onto those I love,
I am unintentionally; purposely
Setting others on fire.

Selfish, stupid, broken;
No ones deserves this pain
But me.
This is a mess. i am a mess. everything is a ******* mess.
 Nov 2013 Matt Walsh
mads
My heart grows heavy,
weighing down a ribcage made for mending
only to let it drown.

There are cold impressions
on my waist and belly
where your hands should rest.

It's a cold summer
only to get worse.

I fill the emptiness
with your old Guns N' Roses t-shirt.

We will be together again.
sorry
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