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Korewhen they pass me by
i cannot help but thank aphrodite for
the miracle that
for we have stars embedded
in our flesh and hellfire
burning in our eyes. we are
immortal. we are infinite.
we are celestial. we are
the penumbras that rip into
your feeble heart and the golden
dreams that make you wish
that you had been born to
a different universe.
we are persephone;
we are hecate.
some days and
most nights, i close my
eyes and imagine her—
the girl whose tongue
tastes like poetry and whose lips
bless me with a thousand
and by all the goddesses,
was sappho right when she was
awed by her splendor.
A Touch of CourageIn far away places where evil dwells and toilsA Touch of Courage by mistress-linguist
Lay shadows of men resplendent, brave and true
And within their hearts remaining thus unsoiled,
There sings of stories told, of love in bloom.
Beyond the means of love, not grief, but pain
Towards echoes of loss, untold, concealed;
There's yearning there, in spades, in turn again,
The shadows hide what courage'd thus reveal.
A primal scream, a wish so bravely spoke
That demons fiercely hide what light should touch.
Who knew that cries so strong could be awoke
In dark or light, emotions say so much.
To overcome - a task - a fight to win,
By heav'n or fire, or both, in spite of sin
28 years old, photographer and poet. MA student, runner, nut-case, and type-a-gone-pedantic personality. Enjoy intellectual discourse and constant learning. Currently learning about statistics (-gag-) while trying to complete my thesis. |
Always looking for new inspiration to write poetry. Pen and paper are with me always in case the thought strikes. More on a poet streak, though I have faith the passion for photography will soon return.
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