Leda 5.28.25 (7:12 pm / 19:12)
i don’t know how to escape
i’ve forgotten how to run
all i know is white feathers
and trapped, held down

afterwards, what just happened
what do i do
where do i go
who do i cry out for help to

now the sky
is not where i go
far away,
i’ll never be alone

[inspired by leda and the swan by william butler yeats]

Music,
a language everyone understands,
bringing its essence to life,
provoking variants of emotions,
like Orpheus,
creating melodies that cured but sorrowed his people.

Its importance,
like a mystical forest,
containing unknown melodies yet to be discovered.

Coldplay,
creating songs that unraveled as we aged,
relating to our deepest feelings and desires,
provoking different emotions,
ones that the crowd can deeply connect with together,
providing true memories to cherish.

Music heals,
like those who provide the utmost genuine love,
giving it to those who need it,
creating euphoric and serenified moments,
preventing flashbacks that had caused sorrow.

something I thought was unattainable
like the fruit Tantalus couldn't grab
just out of reach
torturing me
with the proximity

now I grew stronger
and I grasped the fruit
I cradle it to my chest
never letting it go

I won't allow myself to crash back into the pool
begging to reach the fruit

My star-crossed lover,
who never bonded
to be with me in this life.
Maybe in another universe,
where people won’t judge us,
we could be together freely,
without the fear of being discovered.

Is the distance making you mournful,
like Orpheus and Eurydice?
Like heaven and hell,
can’t keep us afar?

Is my love tearing you apart,
by the weight of
the longing and yearning,
by my desire to be with you?

Is my love crashing into you,
like a thunderstorm hitting the ground?

Does your electric heart
feel like breaking into pieces too,
my star-crossed lover?

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.

I'm Eurydice and you're Orpheus
But now it's too late, because you turned
How will you manage without me, babe?
Without, my touch, my voice, our best days

I lost it all, maybe myself too
I wish that you could turn me into
The happy, the pretty, the best in your eyes
Just to find out that you never needed us

You never needed me, but you're Orpheus
You're a myth and maybe I'm mine too
Funny how I make it up in my brain
The idolized life I want to be in with my babe

i feel like the weight of my world
is on my shoulders,
a self-inflicted
Atlas curse.

my actions
are coming back
to knock me down
and crush my resolve.

i'm so close.

so close to getting everything fixed.

and i push the boulder
up the hill as Sisyphus did.

but every time i near the zenith,
i make one small misstep,
and everything slips from my hands,
rolling me flat again.

mere assignments
feel like labours of Hercules,
impossible trials,
with the intent of divine punishment.

if i slay the Hydra,
will i pass english class?

The destruction is foreign.
The wailing.
                                                                                                   The growling.
                                                                   The hunger claws at my insides,
Seedlings sprout from the soil
as the world swells with my breath,
                                                                    and my organs begin to deflate.
yet none of my cries
will save the oak.
                                                                                          The last of my fruit
                                                                               tumbled down my throat
                                                                                          before burning up.
Alkaline rivers.
salty rivulets.
Dead water.
                                                                                      This ocean is endless.
                                                            The tides change between my teeth,
It pours from my eyes,
                                                                         and it spills from my mouth.
colourless agony.
Blood on the black earth
                                                                                    The taste of red metal,
                                                                                                 a second flood.
where the void was created,
                                                                               The void cannot be filled.
                                                                                                         Insatiable.
imperceptible.
The grove brutally butchered
                                                                               My hand bitten clean off,
by a greedy axe
and a grand appetite.
My words still create;
                                                                                                         my mouth
                                                                                                          the blade.
life still leaves my lips.
What my tongue provides,
it can withhold,
                                                                                             I give it my flesh,
and so you will
                                                                                     tear tissue from bone.
hunger.
                                                                                                Oh, the hunger.