My star-crossed lover,
who never bonded
to be with me in this life.
Maybe in another universe,
where people won’t judge us,
we could be together freely,
without the fear of being discovered.

Is the distance making you mournful,
like Orpheus and Eurydice?
Like heaven and hell,
can’t keep us afar?

Is my love tearing you apart,
by the weight of
the longing and yearning,
by my desire to be with you?

Is my love crashing into you,
like a thunderstorm hitting the ground?

Does your electric heart
feel like breaking into pieces too,
my star-crossed lover?

My beloved partner;
The hero of them all.
My beloved partner;
The greatest warrior of our time.

My beloved partner;
The prettiest of them all.
My beloved partner;
The devoted lover of mine.

My beloved partner;
A selfish man in disguise.
My beloved partner;
who doesn’t care who lives or dies.

My beloved partner;
A man with dignity.
My beloved partner;
Who let my blood soak in his hands.

My beloved partner;
A man with nothing left but himself.
My beloved partner;
Who can’t conquer his destiny.

I'm Eurydice and you're Orpheus
But now it's too late, because you turned
How will you manage without me, babe?
Without, my touch, my voice, our best days

I lost it all, maybe myself too
I wish that you could turn me into
The happy, the pretty, the best in your eyes
Just to find out that you never needed us

You never needed me, but you're Orpheus
You're a myth and maybe I'm mine too
Funny how I make it up in my brain
The idolized life I want to be in with my babe

i feel like the weight of my world
is on my shoulders,
a self-inflicted
Atlas curse.

my actions
are coming back
to knock me down
and crush my resolve.

i'm so close.

so close to getting everything fixed.

and i push the boulder
up the hill as Sisyphus did.

but every time i near the zenith,
i make one small misstep,
and everything slips from my hands,
rolling me flat again.

mere assignments
feel like labours of Hercules,
impossible trials,
with the intent of divine punishment.

if i slay the Hydra,
will i pass english class?

The destruction is foreign.
The wailing.
                                                                                                   The growling.
                                                                   The hunger claws at my insides,
Seedlings sprout from the soil
as the world swells with my breath,
                                                                    and my organs begin to deflate.
yet none of my cries
will save the oak.
                                                                                          The last of my fruit
                                                                               tumbled down my throat
                                                                                          before burning up.
Alkaline rivers.
salty rivulets.
Dead water.
                                                                                      This ocean is endless.
                                                            The tides change between my teeth,
It pours from my eyes,
                                                                         and it spills from my mouth.
colourless agony.
Blood on the black earth
                                                                                    The taste of red metal,
                                                                                                 a second flood.
where the void was created,
                                                                               The void cannot be filled.
                                                                                                         Insatiable.
imperceptible.
The grove brutally butchered
                                                                               My hand bitten clean off,
by a greedy axe
and a grand appetite.
My words still create;
                                                                                                         my mouth
                                                                                                          the blade.
life still leaves my lips.
What my tongue provides,
it can withhold,
                                                                                             I give it my flesh,
and so you will
                                                                                     tear tissue from bone.
hunger.
                                                                                                Oh, the hunger.

I am from water, from fire,
      from earth and air,
            the spirit to complete.
I am from the busy movement of city
      from the busstling to and fro.
I am from historic land,
      from where many jumped to find gold,
            to find a better life.
I am from the prison of Him,
      from where the truama begins,
            perfect from all around.
I am from nights of games,
      from spondgebob monoply
            from Life.
I am from the seeds of the earth,
      from where the magick starts.
I am from Odin, from Apollo,
      the strong Yggdrasil to protect.
I am from the occult of practice,
      from the forests and seas.
I am from long walks with Odin,
      from his warm embrace,
            from playing fetch.
I am from the theatre,
      from Carlos, from tech.
I am from here.