#patroclus
I used to hate the grey
And everything it stood for.
The cold
The waves
The friendships I outgrew.
I used to hide in my closet,
So I wouldn’t have to see it.
Six years later
I do not know love
But I imagine the wind around me
Sounds something similar to what Achilles heard
When Patroclus said they were gods.
Now I live for the grey
Like I live as the grey;
The cold settled in my bones,
The waves leak from my eyes,
The friends I learned to love,
And now I find comfort in the grey.
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 9:26 PM UTC
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.
Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 11:20 AM UTC
just like the ocean kiss the shore.
I want you.
all of you
all the time
in my dreams
in my breaths
in my skin and bones
in my blood
I desire for us to be the great Patroclus and Achilles.
just like how the Achilles calls Patroclus "PHILTATOS"
and how the Patroclus knows Achilles in "DEATH."
I shall know you at the end of the world.
What I desire between us is their love to one another.
cause I am not ready to let you go yet.
but just like Patroclus
I shall long for you in the after world.
Dec 3, 2023
Dec 3, 2023 at 2:34 AM UTC
I never learn, I never learn
Keep mourning your ashes in the golden urn
You were the dawning sun opened wide
A purity I slaughtered for the god inside
I never fade, vague as fog, I never fade
Into the scarlet waters, I wade
Dusk weeps and deserted I wait
Wait, I wait, O timeless Patroclus, I wait
A thousand ships, all united, set sail
To free their heavenly queen and her veil
A thousand ships I could’ve let burn
Into the wretched battle had you not run
Rambles, rambles on this silent sea
Your extinguished heart will hear not a plea
You took all the humans in me along
This bleak divinity, worth not a single song
Never not do I hope, never not
I hope, I hope, in this despaired hope I rot
You lurk a painful past in my unseeing gaze
As rows upon rows of men I raze
In the halls of living, I search for your name
Your love-licked body I surrendered to my flame
I hear your starlit lips yell at me to stay
Achilles, Achilles, live, you ****** sun, they say
All my charismatic promises I forget
This wish, sweet moon, you shall not get
I tear then my heart in search of you
A river red as doom, and a stillness blue
I am here, Patroclus, now spare me this lone
My frenzied ghost screams soundless on
Our ashes kiss and kiss in the golden urn
I never learn, alas, I never learn
Jul 9, 2021
Jul 9, 2021 at 3:39 PM UTC
i felt this sorrow once before
when your name spelled patroclus and mine achilles
Dec 27, 2020
Dec 27, 2020 at 1:34 AM UTC
Oh, Achilles, Achilles,
How they sing of your anger.
The merciless, unforgiving anger
Of which you felt at the loss of your Patroclus.
Why is there no melody of your melancholy?
The crushing weight, heavy on your chest,
The undesirable yearning to continue this life
Without your better half.
Oh, Achilles, Achilles,
Will you sing to me
About your agony?
Will you sing to me of how you sent
The one you adored the most
Into battle, baring your armor?
Oh, Achilles, Achilles,
Will you sing of how it made him
Into someone he did not know?
And as he went to you in a dream
And told you his last desire,
Did you know?
Oh, Achilles,
How he loved you.
Dec 23, 2020
Dec 23, 2020 at 12:24 AM UTC
body like a Hoplite,
raised from the dust to lay the land-
sent armed
ashen spear and heart,
trunks of armour clad legs
growing into the clay coloured Earth
rooted.
these lyre-heartstrings taut with longing.
to see
a browbeaten Myrmidon,
in daylight.
watch, as the breath of Zeus escapes
Grecian chests,
concave with muscle
Olympus itself exists within those crevices.
i lay offerings,
ambrosia soaked spoken word
at the under-flesh of your calf
laying beside myself
in hope the whispers bestowed to you from the Fates
on the eve of Troy
mean less with your lips, pressed to wine, against mine.
Oct 25, 2020
Oct 25, 2020 at 4:29 PM UTC
did You dream of the war when We were young?
when the war was a far away nightmare
days were peaceful and no song was unsung
and doom was coming, with Us unaware
You were doomed to fight and be a Hero
and I, was a mere follower of You
yet You love me like there's no tomorrow
our love were something no one could undo
the Fates said no Hero could be happy
Gods and Goddesses were also unjust
so You defied them, tried so hard to be
as lovers and soldiers, We would attest
home was somewhere in our warmth and our eyes
alas war was cruel, it's gone as I died
Oct 22, 2020
Oct 22, 2020 at 8:56 AM UTC
fierce and benevolent
these eyes of gold
warm and shattering against the light
of sunkissed skin on marble floors
he's sweet as figs
and sharp as a sword
and his heels pink and unmarred
by the heat of the sun
when our bodies touch for the first time
two souls intertwine
sewn together by threads of fate
i feel nothing other than him
and his gentle gaze and soft hair
but dawn comes around
during the pouring of blood from our cupped hands
onto tainted sheets
of dishonour and rage
and when i breathe my last breath
he roars, like a lion
loud enough for the gods to hear
and does not stop until his face hits the earth
with a smile.
Aug 1, 2020
Aug 1, 2020 at 9:52 AM UTC
He fought for honor with Achilles
Two brothers in arms against the world of treachery and deceit
No one saw the tender gazes that the two shared in their last goodbye
A final brush of their hands as they shake with an uncertain future
Patroclus knew he would die
Dressed in his lovers armour
At the hands of his lovers enemy
And in his death he'd bare his heart with one final grand gesture
He'd gladly exchange his life
For his beloved Achilles
Jan 13, 2020
Jan 13, 2020 at 8:07 PM UTC
i understand the Greeks
When they wrote of boys
turning to men as
“in the flush of their strength”.
as if the tides of youth,
had burst it’s banks
flooding childhood, like the Mycenae
against Troy.
Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 7:49 AM UTC
Cleopatra and
Patroclus reflect upon
the same cursed mirror
Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 5:58 PM UTC
i once was asked to describe him
to explain the aspects that rendered me
feeble, restless
for i was unable to answer
i'll give you
this
his eyes,
hues pulled straight out of a sunset lulled together
to create his golden honey palette
the ones that have me trapped
in a whirlwind of mania
his structure,
created from stardust
taken from only the brightest of stars
merged together to create his heavenly form
for this sight has left me
lurking through space
yearning for
more
his voice,
constructed from
the sweet strums
of achilles' lyre
the one he played
for patroclus
that led him
into a frenzy
of love and
desire
as you do with i
Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 10:41 PM UTC
patroclus.
remember me?
listen.
i no longer have all the things
i am proud of anymore.
the golds i have are gone
when i refused finishing a war.
the empire i brag about are gone
when i stopped fighting
the trusts people gave me are gone
when i didn't **** a man.
i am no one.
i have nothing left now.
but why all that
doesn't a lot matter to me?
i lost everything,
but i was not lost.
i was lost
when you laid in my arm
for the last time.
i promised i would protect you.
but i didn't.
i let him aimed you.
the stain of your blood
never disappeared.
the last scent of your body
haunted me.
the tone of your voice
became an alarm to my ears. .
i wasn't dead
when an arrow hit my heel.
because maybe,
my real weakness is you.
Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 10:41 AM UTC
mingle our ashes
let us not part in death
let the memory
(itwillnever-wilt-nor-blossom-both)
be all that is left.
Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 9:30 AM UTC
who would have thought
that his smile
and soulful eyes
could bring Achilles
the mightiest of heroes
to his knees
certainly not Patroclus himself
for the sun does not know
that it shines so beautifully
it just does
Apr 16, 2017
Apr 16, 2017 at 2:13 AM UTC
what was once Ivory
has now returned to granite
BOTH WE LIE, IN THE EARTH,
yet i.. i am still tortured with breath, with sight.
there is no need of voice.
i will hang on the farewell as it is a rope from Troy around my neck.
lull me down with you please, please, please. i am nothing but that.
there is nothing more to be said.
HOW DO YOU LIVE WHEN WHAT MADE YOU YOU IS DEAD?
(sleep in the wheat, i will be there soon.)
you find the quickest way to them instead.
i am not sorry.
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 4:04 PM UTC
Achilles does not sleep.
Instead, he seeks the lover’s embrace and curved lips alongside which he went to war;
Those same that he did not find,
Once the dark mist had come swirling down over his eyes
And his soul went winging down to the House of Death,
with a soldier’s sigh of relief.
He had whispered in Charon’s ear, “Take me to him.”
Charon had rowed on, but held his silence.
By way of greeting, a thousand faces turned away,
And no trace of his beloved’s sweet smile as he disembarked, no warm hand to take his own.
“Patroklus,” he cries,
And goes unheard.
Thus; Achilles does not sleep.
He is Achilles; he does not wait.
He is Achilles; instead, he aches.
He is Achilles; instead, he searches.
Over the horizon, he chases Patroklus’ laugh and the turn of his wrist.
He lingers in all the shadowed corners of eternity,
Leafs through the pages of unforgiving, unyielding posterity,
Whispers “Patroklus, best of the Myrmidons” and sends his name through the winds.
The headstrong runner does not drag his feet as he scours the world,
As he chases ghosts across the face of the earth.
Restless, he is never still,
Knows that each step must carry him closer,
Knows that each ragged cry may be the one
That is finally answered,
Each rendition the wound to be finally salved.
He haunts, and is haunted.
‘I did not feel it,’ he thinks. 'It should have been as though Hektor’s pierced my side, in turn. Did they not say we were one?’
As if what he felt, when they told him, had not been enough.
(Scamander would disagree).
One day, smiling among the cypress, he will cease.
One day, the thousand faces turned away will melt to the one alone that within itself holds his heart.
One day, his greeting will be that sweet smile that he found only in the dawn.
One day, a warm hand will take his own, and the word with which his beloved left him will be the same as that which retrieves him:
'Ἀχιλλέυς.’
Until the day when his heart pours out golden,
Achilles will not sleep.
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 10:17 AM UTC
did you know your hair was golden in the sun?
you were the boy king, gentle as the summer air
you found me frail and useless, when i was nothing
yet you, in all your glory, made me something.
your name echoed through all the kingdoms of Greece,
you threatened yet were admired by the greatest of warriors
you roused lustful dreams in the most tender and innocent of nymphs
you were the mighty sentinel of the common stranger
yet you were mine to hold in the dark of night.
i still think about the way your leg dangled as your lyre lulled on,
your languid trails of kisses and starlit whispers
still haunt me the same way your unavoidable fate
crept upon you through your noble triumphs.
i have listened to your speeches like homilies of the faithful
i have memorized the creases on your face of fierceness
i have kissed your war wounds and cried for your pain
and i have read the greatest of legends in the lines of your body.
i could have sworn your battle cries
were as melodious as your lyre songs
and so beautiful they were
that i still hear you sing in the tides of the Aegean seas
you were destined for fame and wondrous glory
to be a story to be told for all time
to have people cheer your name and fall on their knees for you
loss was a feeling foreign to you,
yet the only thing you lost yourself to, in your pride, was love
who knew love could be such a terror?
golden haired triumphant prince
running swift and beautiful with the ocean breeze
nobody could ever catch up:
i had always thought you and i would live forever.
Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 1:01 PM UTC
The clang of armour rings through the clamour
of our men screaming thy name.
Thy name that I bear, blazing bright
as these brazen greaves.
A-CHIL-LES.
It is not I that they know.
It is not my feet that are thus as swift as thine;
though they would believe it.
It is not my rough hands that are never wrong;
but that have rather slain Sarpedon, now.
It is not thy knees that quake at Hector's call; 'tis mine own.
A-CHIL-LES.
It is not thy eyes that water in fear,
it is not thy hands that grasp thy spear, 'tis mine own.
Never wrong. Never wrong. Never wrong.
It is not thy gold-spun curls that spill forth,
as thy helmet falls.
It is not thy blood that stains Hector's spear;
it is not thy chest that splinters, 'tis mine own.
The clang of spear piercing armour rings through the clamour
of our men screaming my name.
My name that I bear, blazing bright
as thy brazen greaves.
PA-TRO-CLUS.
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 4:48 PM UTC