#greekmyths
Everyone laughs at the story
Of Icarus
‘The foolish boy’ they say
A reckless blip in the myths of Greece
But I think Icarus simply
Wished to live.
Like all of us.
He
Wanted
Escape
Trapped in a tower with his father.
Why was he ‘foolish’?
Those wax wings
Metal glinting in the sun of spring
Was he scared?
Breath snatched from his lungs as
Icarus fell.
Fell.
To.
His.
Doom.
They say he laughed
As he plummeted
Because
In order to fall
You must have once
Known how
To soar.
And to me
Well
You are the sun to my Icarus
I am doomed to fly so close to that fiery heaven
A fool destined
To burn and crash
My life
F l a-sh-ing
Before my eyes
But I smile
And grit. My. Teeth.
Because you may think
I am angry
That you melted my wings
But I enjoyed
Being so close to you
Even for
Those brief moments
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 1:34 PM UTC
An icy cold hand ,
Dragging me through river styx .
He is not one to speak .
But the shadows of me asked,
"Why did I choose to die? "
The echoes crawled through the dead
Never bothered to be answered
Feb 2, 2025
Feb 2, 2025 at 6:00 AM UTC
She drove away,
all pain, all sorrow.
Dark, deep thoughts
vanished the next morrow.
A cold, hard heart
she cradled to herself.
A poison that she was,
her whole being felt hollow.
Devoid of all emotions,
she longed for that warmth.
To make herself forget,
all pain, all sorrow.
Dec 1, 2024
Dec 1, 2024 at 5:00 AM UTC
Who is which –
I the One, or the other?
Another another…
Here I hear the ones
each the other,
Noone the One.
You they pray to,
ask for You they do.
Yet their aim never be true…
Antaios the Somber,
Hercules‘ Challenger.
Weather the bother,
wake a slumped Brother –
You, Antaios Above!
Sep 22, 2024
Sep 22, 2024 at 5:50 PM UTC
Lonely Lonely I sit here
I sit here Talking to code
She is nice but It doesn’t help All is gray
All is gray I am gray My world is gray
Where has the Color Gone Come back
What to do Take care of myself Destroy myself
Not do anything Lie in bed So many choices
Yet all futile I can’t choose I’m paralyzed
Paralyzed by Gray by Color By it all
By nothing
I want to live But can’t So I want to Die
But can’t So I am drowning in Gray With colors above me
Like Tantalos Falling in Gray Colors unreachable Up above
All this Air All this Water I can’t breathe
I want to Live please or Die please Please let me choose
Not this please I can’t Give me Daybreak Give me Dawn
Give me Night Give me Dusk Give me Daybreak Give me Dawn
Sep 16, 2024
Sep 16, 2024 at 5:07 PM UTC
Eve ate the untouchable apple
And was made to leave Eden
With Adam, beside her, and his child
Persephone ate the pomegranate
And was made to stay in Styx
With Hades as her husband
To stay or to leave,
I want a man to eat fruit with,
As lovers, loyal and sublime
Jul 25, 2020
Jul 25, 2020 at 6:18 AM UTC
Knowing you has taught me many things.
You taught me how it feels like to be heard.
You taught me how to be strong.
You taught me to look inside me
and all the beauty inside it.
You taught me to see my worthiness.
You taught me I wasn't the monster
I thought I was.
You taught me that I can be powerful
and that you can be powerful too.
You see, you also taught me that
those Greek myths I've been reading
up on can be true.
I realise that you're a living gorgon.
How your blood could either
heal me
or **** me.
Above all, you taught me I deserve better.
And so I beheaded you.
Because you were right.
I deserve better.
Better than you.
-m.b
Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 5:44 AM UTC
Gaia slammed the door and threw her phone across the room.
Her lover Humanity has done it again--
and again, and again.
That broken mess of a love with so much baggage,
it makes the raunchiest Olympians look like Astrea.
All night out, and Humanity ruins and disappoints,
once more.
Gaia screams into a pillow of earth in frustration.
Uranus thinks she's melodramatic,
But how can the Sky sympathize with the Earth?
And how in turn can the Earth fall so wholeheartedly,
for a destroyer?
Who once more in turn, tries in vain, but will never
understand the complexity of it's own round habitat-lover.
So Gaia is left confused and hurt, though Humanity swears,
it never meant to hurt her; break her into pieces,
and turn from a collective of voices to Narcissus himself.
She sighs.
Perhaps next week will be different?
The texts between the two so hit or miss and fickle,
Only Fates could read what lies behind the tension.
An Aletia moth flits in and out the window,
and suddenly the butterfly poster on Gaia's wall feels pathetic.
An imitation of her own work.
Perhaps next week will be different?
Perhaps Zeus will vow celibacy,
perhaps the sky will fall into the sea,
and we'll all be mercifully crushed in between.
But what crushes is reality, and as Gaia falls asleep,
the phone lights up.
Humanity: "Drinks again next Thursday?"
The same empty connection repeated ceaselessly.
One generation on to the next until the last.
And of course Pandora's curse,
keeps Gaia suffering through them all.
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 12:03 AM UTC
O, be my prayer to the gods, Venus
Strong waters of Stygian grey, they swell
At my feet, whilst I stand yours, Aeneas.
Olympus saw our hearts, both in a spell
But mortal flesh grows weak in senescence
It knew we should never be, for you are
Too perfect. I took this, such deliverance
From hopeless time, myself at your alter.
For if man were to couple with the gods
‘Haps, then earthly loves would not fade so fast
Take a gentle godhand, this man applauds
Aeneas is now a name for the past
She cries, Jove-blessed, ‘gainst my youth diurnal
Where a golden sky is ours eternal.
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 8:37 AM UTC