#antigone
How fleeting are we as people?
Asked to give ourselves up,
For the greater good
For the King’s greater good
How fleeting we live as people,
Bones like feathers,
Blood like my enemy’s
Blood like my brother’s
A strong will can be mistaken for teenage rebellion,
A strong will can be bent only after death
And until death do strong and will part
Until death do us part
How fleeting the mind of a madman,
The heart of the bravest kitten
Bathed in brother’s blood
Bathed in Human blood
As those who exist cease to,
Let us hope that we are free to,
And that we are free, too
Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 8:35 PM UTC
My nails are ***** but I am sovereign
I don’t have to do what I think is wrongful
kicking up my heels in the mud
I wear my crown around my thigh
a victory belt suspended right above my knee
head held up high
above the assembly
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 8:40 AM UTC
Antigone, the heroine.
I am proud for you,
With your high cheekbones
And your straight spine
And your low, ringing voice.
I am proud for you,
With tears in my eyes-
"Antigone, the heroine,"
He said, holding an exquisite, strong-featured mask
With delicate fingers,
And I saw your face in its sharp lines,
And I thought,
"It's true.
How saved I feel,
Knowing you."
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 12:55 PM UTC