#myths
Orion, Perseus and even Hercules
The man of the sky the hunters
Of the stars
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They would look for monsters and woman and even seven sisters
To see what else was around in the night sky though I started
To see the men of the stars, the hunters of the stars start to move
The move across the sky chasing the seven sisters, Callisto and the
Little bear
Though they should have followed the monsters and goregones
Into the dark caves
They soon will follow them monsters into the sky to protect us all
Hunting them down in the sky in hopes of soon returning
Though did the gods ever tell them that they will never
Return at all
But the still roam across the sky every night to find the villains
That they so want to defeat
But now the villains are rich and powerful, and human on this very planet they came from
Will the return to fight these tyrants and dictators of now and soon.
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 4:39 PM UTC
Canada started it.
“Two-dolla; two-dolla.”
Extra-extra.
©2026Ellen Finn
Feb 1
Feb 1, 2026 at 4:01 PM UTC
Jeff, my òyìnbó friend approached me
and spoke so fervently
about their childhood myths.
About their Santa Claus, their Tooth Fairy,
their Easter Bunny,
and the different ghosts during halloweens.
And then he asked me
if we too had these.
I looked at him and just laughed.
Santa Claus? Did he mean Bòdá Sholá
in the next street who plays Father Christmas?
And what did he mean by Easter Bunny?
Perhaps he meant the òkété in my tummy
that I had last night as a meal.
Also, Tooth Fairy? Was it because he
saw that kid yesterday throwing his
loose tooth with some pebbles on the roof
that he thought we had one too?
Moreover, what different ghosts during halloweens?
Maybe he meant the òjùjú kalabas
that our elders scare us with.
Jan 5
Jan 5, 2026 at 6:37 AM UTC
Crawl into bed
Sleep like you're dead
But really
Your just deep
In your head.
A dream is a Realm
Where all consciousness
goes to die
And every moment,
Every kiss,
Every fairytale's myth
Is a Lie.
Jan 27, 2025
Jan 27, 2025 at 11:28 PM UTC
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?
Jan 9, 2025
Jan 9, 2025 at 9:55 AM UTC
Myths are real, they are
stronger than facts, tradition --
creating stories.
Aug 30, 2024
Aug 30, 2024 at 4:10 AM UTC
In tales of old, on Mount Olympus high,
Where gods and goddesses roamed the sky,
Aphrodite, fair and beauty's muse,
But whispers tell of a love confused.
In affairs of hearts, her charms renowned,
Yet rumors spread, a deceit profound.
Her love, a tapestry woven with desire,
Yet secrets whispered, fueled the fire.
A cheater in the game of divine affection,
Her heart's allegiance sparked introspection.
For Cupid's arrows, not always true,
In love's labyrinth, confusion grew.
To Ares, god of war, she turned her gaze,
A clandestine affair, a dangerous craze.
In the shadows of Mount Olympus, they conspired,
Love's flame illicit, yet never tired.
The gods above, in their celestial court,
Witnessed Aphrodite's love distort.
For in her quest for passion's sweet embrace,
She left behind a trail of love's disgrace.
But was she a cheater or victim of fate?
In the realm of gods, emotions intricate.
Aphrodite, tangled in love's intricate dance,
A celestial romance, a fateful circumstance.
So, in the pantheon's tales of divine deceit,
Aphrodite's story, in whispers, we repeat.
A goddess of love, entangled in desire,
A cheater or not, the myths conspire.
Dec 2, 2023
Dec 2, 2023 at 10:52 AM UTC
Hear the Greek gods laugh
On the top of Olympus
Watching life below
Dec 8, 2021
Dec 8, 2021 at 6:17 PM UTC
What's the point of the stars if they only fly to mock us
To tell of a world beyond that thick blanket of night
A moon victory above them all tells of coliseums of the cosmos
A giant in a game we were never asked to play
The sun burns itself to nothing
And we catch the ashes, plant fields with its offcuts
Never tasting banquet, never knowing super nova
Alone in the dirt beneath life
Currents blow overhead, pushing ice and rock
As balloons let adrift, finding freedom in emptiness
While our feet only know tracks and fields, grass and mud
Life with food and sleep, not soul or poetry.
Crooked grow our limbs and we think ourselves mighty
Gangly forms dancing tiny
While great domes of landscapes given face
Smile at each other and speak
Venus, Apollo, Mercury, Hades
All principles in the sky, too graceful to be understood
And not wanting our foul tentacles of knowledge
To grip them, happy to keep away from
Us oily things.
No, I don't like being human
I don't like being
greasy
Oct 22, 2021
Oct 22, 2021 at 11:16 AM UTC
She knew it was an apple
But she longed for a pomegranate
For then she could stay with him
And not feel ashamed
Sep 18, 2021
Sep 18, 2021 at 9:30 PM UTC
It's strange
How the myths
Tell of reality in such parallel
Speaking, preaching of a greater force
When in fact that force is found within
When we truly realize the simple
Yet utterly complex truths
Nothing is set in stone, but in mind
We are in control of our own actions
Our choices domino, and affect others
Even in ways we could not possibly imagine
Life is the ultimate gift;
The fact of not knowing what comes
After we have passed on and our soul departs
Makes our lives all the more meaningful
The meaning of life
Is as simple and complex as that;
Life
To breathe, to move, to learn,
To listen, to grow, and to know
Face the hardships,
Endure the pain,
Learn from failure
Learn from the pain
To become stronger
To become better
Than those before you
To create a better world
Or perhaps see what lies before you
Heal the damage that has been done
Heal the broken bones of the world
To regrow, to be stronger than before
For life to once again thrive
Just the way it should
- Jay M
August 27th, 2021
Aug 27, 2021
Aug 27, 2021 at 3:28 AM UTC
Never to speak your words again (again, again, again...)
Punished for transgressions of Hera's man (man, man, man...)
So cruel is the heaven's queen (queen, queen, queen...)
jealous wife sure can be mean (mean, mean, mean...)
Poor Echo sentenced without jury (jury, jury, jury...)
An innocent victim of divine fury (fury, fury, fury...)
Deprived of voice, cruel price to pay (pay, pay, pay...)
Tortured by things that she cannot say (say, say, say…)
Jun 12, 2021
Jun 12, 2021 at 7:02 PM UTC
Oh, how strongly I am missing
Those simpler times when everybody would have listened
Oh, how tired am I
Of being ignored when the end is nigh
Oh, how much did I pay
For choosing chastity over Apollo's dark rays
Oh, how much will I suffer
From those evil hands that will treat me rougher
Oh, how evil gods can be
When mortals hurt their vanity
Oh, oh, oh
I wish I didn't know
Jun 10, 2021
Jun 10, 2021 at 7:39 PM UTC
** ** hey sailor, quickly turn your boat
Come, come, come closer, so you can our hand hold
Yo, yo, love's waiting for you dear
Go, go, go forward or we will disappear
Row, row, row your boat, we want to take you home
Don't, don't, don't leave us, or our heart will turn to stone
Here, here, our lovely, you'll get everything you want
Oh, oh, our sailor, follow our lovely song
Jun 9, 2021
Jun 9, 2021 at 7:50 AM UTC
What have I done...
I curse thee, Nessus, for your evil wits!
Your wicked whispers deprived me of my Sun
His soul departed from the pyre Philoctetes lit
And I am the assassin that is to blame
I cannot live with this burden of my ******
My body will soon, too, be engulfed by the purifying flame!
Thanatos, come, I won't delay our meeting any further
Jun 5, 2021
Jun 5, 2021 at 6:42 PM UTC
Weave and weave and weave
You shall never leave
We can start! here, behold my artistry!
Isn't that a beautiful tapestry?
Oh, I love me a captive audience!
Won't you agree that Athena never stood a chance?
Well? Don't you think?
Okay, okay, enough dilly-dallying!
Final rating! Five? Oh, how thoughtful!
I wonder why others think I'm awful
Must be those jealous songs that some bards sing
I know, times up! Now you'll feel a sting
Have to make you rest!
Hope you'll enjoy the visit of my nest!
Weave and weave and weave
You shall never leave
Jun 4, 2021
Jun 4, 2021 at 6:18 AM UTC
Shhh. Can you hear it?
People are cheering for my sacrifice
Well, okay, so be it
I absolve my parents of the upcoming filicide
Gods cursed me with my looks
They cursed my mother with sinful pride
Ignoring punishment for hubris described in books
She sentenced me to die
My youth won't save me
Gods won't be appeased by regret
It is, as it should be
The Fates have cut my thread
So, I'm going with my head held high
I give my life for that of my people
The sand has run out, the hour is nigh
I am not a goddess' equal
Jun 2, 2021
Jun 2, 2021 at 7:39 PM UTC
Sssstranded and ssssuffering
I wassss ssssentenced for your ssssin
Sssseen assss a sssslut by the goddesssss I wassss sssserving
It'ssss ssssad how different my life could have been
Asssssaulted priesssstessss
It wassss not my choicccce
You defiled the ssssanctum of my misssstresssss
You have taken me by forcccce
Posssseidon, be ******
You desssstroyed my life
To world of monssssterssss I wassss ssssent
For not being sssstronger than you in our fight
May 28, 2021
May 28, 2021 at 6:52 PM UTC
I desired you
Eros had stricken my heart
I was mad with lust for you
Every inch of my being, every part
Some say I became mad
That gods deprived me of sanity
But how can love be so bad
I accept no judgement from humanity
When I first saw you
My womb shivered
My mind raced with ideas
Like a wild ferocious river
I ran to Daedalus, to help me with a contraption
So that I can offer myself to you, shape my desire into action
I have disguised myself as one of your kind
You didn't wait a second
Came from my behind
Ecstasy waiting to happen
You entered me and I was maddened by joy
The device worked, I was happy to be your toy
Never felt such pleasure as when I was filled with your seed
I have craved for more, you swept me of my feet
The child of our love now grows inside
It was destiny
Gods blessed our union
It was meant to be
May 27, 2021
May 27, 2021 at 6:26 AM UTC
Where are you?
I heard stories that you departed...
What did you do?
There's no way you got outsmarted
Did you forget I am awaiting your arrival?
Did you not think our house will be full of rivals?
Did you forget you have a son?
Why didn't you come when the war was done?
Other wives have their husbands home
Yet you are leaving me on Ithaca alone
Come back, my love, return to your throne
Come back before my heart turns to stone
Ten years ago you were stolen by a war
Ten years ago you stepped outside our door
Yet I have been patiently waiting
By fears and nightmares I was waking
And I have cried my eyes out more than I can count
This loneliness I feel is not something I can surmount
Come back to our bed, to our tree
Come back to me!
Please!
I beg the gods above
Don't delay my beacon
Don't hinder love
The sun is dawning
Another day without news
Tomorrow's morning
My watch continues
I'll be once again looking out my window
Not knowing if I am a wife or a widow
You never should have left!
Your forced departure was worse than a theft
Athena, guide home your favourite
Or don't you love him no more for his shrewdness and bravery?
Oh gods...
We mortals are but pieces in your lust for glorious wars
May 24, 2021
May 24, 2021 at 6:53 PM UTC
Betrayed
By Theseus left forgotten
Afraid
Those sweet lies were rotten
Miserable
Forsook her own kin
Vulnerable
Eros forced her to sin
Discarded
Like a worthless soul
Brokenhearted
Never again to feel whole
Suicidal
What had she done?
No revival
And nowhere to run
May 21, 2021
May 21, 2021 at 7:30 PM UTC
You who stirred the words into my soul,
Brought them to life, animated them
With allegory and wit.
As if the Nine Muses had sung to my ear,
And Calliope herself had donned me
With the poems she'd once writ.
Or Sappho of ****** among secretive violets,
Absorbed by the lyre, she pens to revive it;
Not the song, or the tune,
But the calm way the song moved
The violets across the field-
This inspiration, she could wield.
Don't you see now, how it's not poetry the poet will choose?
For every poem the poet pens one shall require an equal Muse.
Dec 27, 2020
Dec 27, 2020 at 1:57 PM UTC
Let us go nightswimming
And weave myths out of memories
Let the stars shine over
The corals of your heart
With bioluminescent algae
Glowing around your body
As if a glow in the dark crucifix
Beatific as the moment of death
Smell the salty air
Neptune's drunken breath
And dance by the beach
With the partygoers drunk
In their mythmaking
Ecstatic like a monk
Weave the night, yes weave
Our breaths into a myth
Into Odysseus sailing the Aegean
Into the miraculous with the Galilean
Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 12:10 AM UTC
if i disappeared
would i become like echo?
the words on my tongue
fading into the wind,
my spoken words echoing around me
as i’m hallowed out by the silence.
if i disappeared
would i become like eurydice?
my ghost lingering behind my husband
who reaches the light with me not far behind;
only to turn and **** me.
if i disappeared
would i be come like icarus?
too stubborn and
in love with the sun-
only to meet my fate into a watery grave.
—— if i disappeared would i too become a story? // a.
Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 9:40 AM UTC