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Chris Saitta Aug 2019
Pleiades seven maidens sigh,
The sweeping, coruscating gown of stars,
In stillness-rapt, the cosmos in collective gasp,
At Atlas, his amalgamated bulk of last breath.

***

We breathe in the gown of ending,
The snake tongues of our synapses
Flicking out the decomposed praeludium
For the saprobic stars to feed off the detritus of night.
The Pleiades were the seven daughters of the Titan Atlas and the Ocean nymph Pleione.  The myth varies as to why Zeus transformed them into stars: either to honor them after killing themselves at their father’s burden or in helping them escape the advances of Orion.
"Tell me, Atlas,
What is Heavier:

The world or its people's hearts?"
via crushis
Sam Pagunuran May 2019
Your eyes are the world
The world is covered
In water
Of rivers
Of seas
Of oceans
No land above it
No land hiding below

The world, your eyes, is
Glimmering black
You are past the blues
The blues got dimmer
Are your thoughts get
Darker

Is the blackness
A cry for the
Universe's unfainess
To you?

A surrender from the
Reckless abandon
You've put yourself into?

An echo of the
Void, the emptiness, the abyss
You try so hard to fill?

The currents from your
Oceans
Are ever so wild

The waves get bigger
As days go by

The waves wash away
Your sorrows, your grief

The waves splash you
Back to reality
Back to uncertainty

And at the crack of dawn
At the crack of doom

The waves drown
The sound of your
Heart shattering to
Pieces like dreams
That turned into
Nightmares

The world is lawless
There are no walls at the ends
The water is falling
The world is closing in

The Universe whispers
"It's time to rest, my child,
Your world is heavy,
Your mind is light
A world uninhabitable
Even for you
Rest easy and
Sleep til you forget
The life you think you
Deserve."
How do you cope with loneliness? I'm getting really tired of everything now.
Era Delmore Jan 2019
The weight of the world is a struggle,
That keeps me awake at night.
And when my back threatens to slouch,
I stay straight and tall despite--

I can't help but to watch the people
Live. The people look so free,
Meanwhile there's a crushing rock,
That stresses down upon me.

A most titanic failure am I,
Impeded by my pride, never satisfied,
Now I exist to suffer alone,
And I abide, along this western side.

Lightning strikes, tides roll high, the dark settles.
Gone is my brother, and I only pray,
That the olympianism I show,
Will change that one day.

When will the earth swallow me fully?
One day I know she will, and show
The heavens I am missing.
My knees shake fast, but time is adagio.

Punishment can only last so long,
I wish to see the stars at last.
But this mountain; I must endure myself,
Holding the world upon its wicked Atlas.
lilli carter Feb 2019
i am here because of words. we all are
i suppose; every word in this book combined tell how
i was born and raised and cried when
i was two because my brother got more attention than
i did. they are countless stories counted with three-hundred-thousand-something words
i can find in this dictionary that
i hold in my hands, and
i think maybe, atlas would be proud.
Subconscious vapors of lucidity whisper into the depths of my soul.  Pleading Pleiades, daughters of Atlas, exhale mythical wisps that wander in the constellations of my mind anointing me and by their
decree I am Divine.
More illusions of grandeur
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