Modern Myths
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I knew he would be bad for me.I knew his gentle touch would one day make me bleed.
Shining barely out of reach.I prayed for him to see me, waiting patiently.
There is a beauty in the souls
Aphrodite could see.
She could not understand how
They could not see it themselves.
It saddened her,
The goddess of beauty
The goddess of love,
Drip, drip, drop, drop goes the rain falling down outside
Everything is calm in the small towm
When soon comes a heavy sigh
In the window a face appears, along with a little girl who hair is brown
Long ago and far faded,
into the abyss,
dust of Norse culture,
the Kraken still lives.
The far fetched horror,
shed its slimy shield,
for metal hull,
and explosive yield.
i think i was 11 when a stranger first asked where i hid my money
it was a cold winter day
you could see your breath sway and stay as the snow flew your way
i glanced back at his face
They all ask,
so go ahead.
She always knows it's coming.
"How does it feel?"
It's always snickered,
under breath.
Like the brittle bones of their cowardice
Like the father,
the son stands strong and tall.
Responsible for the world,
their similar broad shoulders hold it all.
Oh, the popular Apollo,
our school's biggest star.
Let me tell you the story
Of a myth not known for glory,
Of an idea that has been forgotten
And replaced with something rotten.
Hera sits on a tall silver stool at Cafe of Gods
As Dionysus places a warm mug of cappuccino before her
“I delivered nine newborns into this world today, what are the odds.
The video loads
Slower than a snail
But once it does,
You wish it hadn't
"Hey guys! It's me,
Apollo,
Another day. Another stone
Another potential boyfriend gone
Meeting face to face won't work for me
Because those I meet tend to freeze
Storms and rain race thy heart
Chasing typhoons day to day
Quickly Poseidon must depart
Whirling winds are his prey
Gales slowly whirling around
Whistling rushing past his ear
The Midgard Serpent stirs slightly in his slumber
A long and unsatisfying rest that has lasted since the days of Thor and WotenWhen the halls were vast and the Valkeryies washed blood from their armor that wasn’t their own
they say he died of drowning because the wax of his wings melted.
but that isn't true.
he died from the cold.
the ice gripped and clawed at his wings
weighing them down
I wasn't vain before, It wasn't my beauty that brought fear and hope.
Not my lips or eyes that captured the hearts of men, but the beat of my wings.
Deep below the Earth's surface,
Fire erupts into gulfs of flames.
A castle of obsidian awaits
The arrival of the King
Back from the human world.
In his arms is a girl with the gift
The old gods were so used to being the center of attention
but these days they receive almost none.
Oh, how they try and fail to stay relevant
in an age where we no longer need the sun.
Chronos was a god. A father. One who destroyed his daughters and sons in a fit of fury.
Swallowed them up like the gargantuan terror
Of ill and disease
She calls to me
Her sweet melody
Sweeping through the aisles
I hear her song
Ringing in my ears
Her voice so angelic
She calls to me
As she belts her tune
And I am on the edge of my seat
Oh?
Who is that there?
That beautiful person,
Yes, you, gorgeous.
Perfection, I love you;
I love…myself.
Yes me
“You’re not supposed to be doing that.”
His feet are in the seat of the swing,
Grub fingers squirmed around chains, pitching back
And forth like a marionette on breaking strings.
Everywhere I go, she always seemed to be there
I just can’t seem to shake off the little girl
Her bright blonde hair in pigtails and eyes filled with excitement and determination
Must we live like
Gilgamesh
Inbetween gasps of sorrow
Looking tirelessly
For our loves
Lost
How many times might we mock openly
The will of gods
Even if they do not
Curly black hair
drapes around shoulders
flowers entertwined within locks
protection?
Bright red lips
a smile is worth a thousand words
Her smile lights up the room
An invitation?
Modern Artemis goes out with girls
on lithe motorcycles
wears leather
exudes power
silently dares men to call her dyke
owns space with a confidence
that ties their tongues
Plays barroom archer
‘Modern Myths’
Driving to the rim with raw fury,
Ares, the god of war, scores yet again.The Greek god of war, yes, but also the god of basketball.
Eris was always a troubled child.
Mama always told her she was built from
Chaos
Strife
And all things wild.
Born alone in the dark of the night,
To her dad already well and gone...
The Loch Ness monster of today
Nessie is what she’s called
She is very upset with us
Disappointed in us all
We trashed her Scottish lake
Polluted the air, water, and trees
