"achlys" poems
The first time i saw you, your stare lingered beneath
My mind went blank, it's as if i was recovered from the river Lethe
Eros and Ananke took the longest time on fashioning you
Apollo would befriend you because in my mind, you are the greatest view
To gain your love, i am willing to carry the world like Atlas
If you ask me, i will suffer the pits of Tatarus and come back to be your lass
I wouldn't mind staying with you in the island of Calypso
To be with you, i would face Charybdis and jump inside her tornado
Everytime you smile, it's as if the gates of Olympus open just for me
Your face will launch a thousand ships and i won't mind bringing my army
If i have no chance, my grief would reach the river Cocytus
And my heart would wander in the labyrinth of Daedalus
In the most confusing maze, you are my Ariadne string
You are the melody of the three muses when they sing
To get to your love how i wish i could be the goddess, Aphrodite
And maybe you can be Odysseus and i will be Penelope
With my kind of desire for you, Artemis and her hunters would never approve
If i am not for you, i would persuade Aphrodite and deny Cupid's reprove
Like Zeus and his lightning bolt, i can never leave your side
Poseidon's angry seas would compare to my feelings which will take long to subside
For your honor, i will fight like Hector of Troy
But like the giant, Typhon, someone will always destroy
Like Paris and Helen, we were doomed from the start
You are Cassandra and I, Apollo so you will never give me your heart
I am not Aphrodite, not Hestia, Helen and Hera
You can compare me to Circe, The Fates or even Medusa
Not as important as Hercules, Odysseus and Achilles
I might as well have a tea party with Achlys
No ship will be launched for my sake
In the garden of Hesperides, i am ignored even by a snake
In Olympus, you feast with the twelve goddesses and gods
Together with Hephaestus who was shunned, i share his odds.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 2:30 AM UTC
What is misery?
Why it is the darkest pit of our hearts and souls.
We are dragged towards it,
Grasping hopelessly at something to hold.
Almost as if Achlys herself is lurking about
Pulling us further, never intending to let us out.
No, rather, we are pushed towards it
Forced to accept this fate by the rest of them
It’s ironic, in a world where we are told to be free
We are still forced into a fatalistic indoctrination
Believing all the while, that we are going to be fine
When in fact, we are going to be escorted to self-damnation
With a spear in our back and a smile on our face
It’s sickening, isn't it?
This twisted image of the human race.
We lie and steal and cheat and **** each other,
But for what?
What is the purpose of this self-destructive behavior?
It is the false salvation of our misery,
Our false belief that the misery of others is
Evidence of our superiority,
Providing an escape from our own melancholy
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 9:09 PM UTC
*deep deep
in the
in the inner inner
cauldron of self
one can hear weeping
it is Achlys
daughter of Nyx
pale emaciated
her razor teeth chattering
over pomegranate tongue saliva
elongated mottled nails like shears
etch a wooden table
and sever small rodents
for nourishment
dismal girl with swollen knees
thick dust upon her shoulders
her nostril's dripping
like drenched grass
demons concealment veiled
yet her scut barely hidden
while attraction remains
the fabric of existence
the sacramental bed of Christianity
carries the fear of authenticity
the aperture of *** betrayed
by girded *****
renders self a darkened hollow
incomplete and hypocrite
absent of beauties gift
a pink light bleeding
daughter
of the night*
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 9:02 PM UTC
*“For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face:
now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.”*
-1 Corinthians 13:12
The half-light pale- a shroud
And light by cones is dimmed.
Let rods take slack against
The pall in onerous work.
There is no glass, darkly-
Nothing so brittle for the bare
Birthed of Eden land-
There is smoke and doubt.
Glass is sand and bonds.
No, more than this is cloud
To man, to hamper man.
Something moving, surely:
Length of grasping arm
And force of fiber, lew,
Is lame to pull this shade
That sets upon our sense.
Nyx, the ***** is suspect:
Her fruit conceed to Achlys-
Geras gives her work-
To ink the lens of Man.
The Great Goddess Night,
Her spawn as Stygian wraiths,
Take Solomon's grace and view
From even mighty Argus.
Granted, God has tools
For glass, but who has might
Enough to pull the mask
From Achlys, born of Night?
-c. c. Condry
Mar 12, 2011
Mar 12, 2011 at 8:38 PM UTC
There will never be any bad blood
between those who're marred
by the same
pain
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 1:06 PM UTC
you were the only boy i let close enough to see the blue beauty mark that’s on my left cheek.
you were the only boy i let taste my cherry flavored chapstick that i used to smother all over my lips. (i can't even use it anymore because of you)
you were the only boy i let close enough to see the scars that are drawn across my body in places that people could only see if they cared enough to.
you were the only boy that told me that there were entire worlds hidden in my eyes, that aphrodite, venus, and achlys were nothing compared to me.
and i was so stupid to think that all of these sweet nothings were true.
ever since you left it feels like the lilac sky that used to hover over us has turned into a deep purple, green and blue kind of sky that only comes right before a storm starts.
ever since you left i haven’t been able to listen to the songs that once were my salvation because when I hear them I can only think of your face. the face that has put me through hell, but that same ******* face that made me feel like I was on top of the world.
and even though it’s so ****** up of me to say this, but if you showed up at my door right now saying sorry for making me feel like a black hole that was collapsing in my lungs,
for making me feel so numb that the only thing i can feel was my heart beating faster than the first time you held me.
i would still open my arms and blossom like a flower for you.
you're my weakness.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 11:41 AM UTC
It's only bi-sexuality,
Who gives a ****
It's consensual sexuality
Between loving partners.
It ***** being on the cusp
Of any one lean,
But so much worse
Being truly in-between.
It's not indecision,
Not confusion.
That's what's so perplexing
To any outside party.
Not that
It's any easier internally.
For I understand myself
And am comfortable with me,
But it's
Just the nature of society.
Nature of our philosophies,
Nature of our identities.
I'm just a product of nature.
We're all
Royal plains for an ***
We're all
Noble springs *******
I'm just a lover of nature.
If I seem to be having a laugh,
That's not a point you're missing.
But if you can't sense the sadness
It's cause they're kissing.
Apr 19, 2025
Apr 19, 2025 at 1:28 PM UTC