aphrodite
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I am a gift of aphroditie the goddess of love,beauty and pleaser
yet i have the caurse of heartbreak, and unpleasable
I am blessed by medusa the holy woman of wisdom and battle
She speaks to me in seafoam.
Born beautiful, she kissed my eyelids and gave me her love of everything.
Her fingertips are callused from centuries of knotting heartstrings.
With beauty and grace, she looks to me
How lucky I am to have met she
With eyes like a river and voice like the sea
I finally see her, my Aphrodite
Winter eyes cause wild storms.
Through the halls how they adore.
Fallen love and broken hearts
Hers is foam its blown apart.
In the light her beauty shines
To any other she could tell no lies
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,
aphrodite she struts into the clubstealing all the hearts as she does
many know heras she owns a beauty empiremakeup, skincare, hair care and moreshe owns it all
oh
i am too pretty
too pretty indeed
as my golden hair shines in the sun
my eyes a mesmerizing blue
my skin as fair as a flower
athena calls it egotism
but i call it self-love
I tell the tale of a family
violent and free and unpredictable
No soul would believe they existed in our everyday lives
Where have the Old Gods gone?
Athena walks around college campuses
Books in her bag
And a switchblade under her tongue
she is the galaxy beneath my hands
bewildering and swallowing
humbling and inspiring.
nebula take place in her eyes
her hands carve out the universe
She was one to feign loveOften seen with many lovers,Leaving one after another yearningFor both her "love" and touch
You can see the very skies in her eyes
She's an angel floating down the runway
Adorned in roses and turtle doves
Behold the fashion of her love
Prologue:
Beauty was never something I set out to find;
It was simply thrust upon me.
Without regard to who I really am inside,
I had declared it would not fall in love,
But the goddess Aphrodite took it as a challenge.
Still, I was so sure I could manage.
One day I met this man who asked me on a date.
On my way to work, I said no.
All glammed up
Picture perfect makeup
He stares ahead with curiosity
Roses surround the table
On a special Valentine’s Day
Athena is the queen
Aphrodite is next in throne
With them in our rule
We accept more, love more
We know more, fight better
Our nation is powerful and true
We are warrior of a nonexistent war
with the intelligence of a god,
for whom intelligence is the base,
it would hardly seem odd,
if she got red in the face,
when with the click of some keys,
at a relatively quick pace,
Hair like bleached and toned gold,
Cheekbones shining bright from highlight,
Nose looking perfectly contoured,
With her baby pink dusted cheeks
Aphrodite looked at me in the hall today/
she looked in my eyes/
she looked in my soul.
Aphrodite smiled at me in the hall today/
her smile lit me on fire/
and I am burning for love.
How sickly sweet is my lover
A sinful candy, pink like her lips that soothe my questioning mind
Red lips
take a sip of the evening's wine.
Heavily coated lashes gazed upon her victim.
A man of 5'7", broad shoulders, able to scare any other man with a certain gaze.
Red lips
take a sip of the evening's wine.
Heavily coated lashes gazed upon her victim.
A man of 5'7", broad shoulders, able to scare any other man with a certain gaze.
Good and evil,
Heaven and Nevaeh,
Amorous and grotesque,
Brother and brother,
Cousins alike,
Ares and Hephaestus.
Venus,
From the salt and the spray,
She of great beauty emerged from the sea.
She looked upon the beauty and plenty of the earth.
Grass, green and lush.
Trees, fruitful and sweet.
She smiled,
Love is a beautiful thing.
She is born of sea-foam, the last daughter to a mad king. She is Love, she is Beauty, she is everything her father wasn't. She is given many names, but Aphrodite is constant.
The girl with silky smooth hair
The girl with a messy bun
The girl with no hair at all
She is in all of us
The girl with designer clothes
The girl who wears hand me downs
In New York, above the empire state tower
Zeus lays in Olympus
Brooding; bored as ever
He looks down on the city
An idea forms in his mind
Rain clouds with intensity
pour down on mankind
The Greek Goddess of gorgeousness grounds herself in American society
To see what the social standards could be
Bullying breaks the beauty into a blue barbie
Attemping to aquire an acceptable acknowledgement
Even the smallest of her affections is your undoing
Wet footprints on the white sand that you won’t tread upon
Only the sea could ever erase the memory of her there
Adorned in emeralds and dressed in silk cloth
Attracting anyone who had a beating heart
She a burning light, you just a moth
When she walks people happily part
Chains of gold hangs off her hips
Love, thou hast destroyed my waking spirit
My Every fiber is drunk with your force
My eyes can lust, yet my soul is illicit
The sky before a storm was my loves source
Now the storm has come, nothing matters anymore
Dear Aphrodite,
I wonder what she dreamt about.
I wonder, if it was of a monster she couldn’t escape.
Or some inevitable truth she couldn’t ignore in the prison of her dreams.
She walks with confidence,
Her heels clicking with each step,
She blows a bubble as pink as her lips,
Her petticoat swishing side to side,
I have a confession.
There is a someone,
A special someone,
A someone who warms my smile,
I danced with Jane Doe on a bed of ballpoint pens.
We swung and swayed atop points of permanence,
Inhibition eroded amidst synchronized motion,
I was amazed by the marks left.
Flesh sick with ink, giving birth to an
