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Anger is the burnt orange embers of a burning paper, crinkling into crumbling ashes. Sadness is the soft paleness of a grey dove feather floating upon a puddle of water, smooth but alone Despair is the too inky midnight, vivid violets subjugated by light devouring swirls of ink, bleeding every which way they drip. Happiness is clear blue of a sunny day, with wispy clouds and teasing breezes, sprinkled with light laughter Calm is the foamy teal of the sea beside the shore, rippling back and forth, drawn by the inconsistent moon and its pull Elation is a spunky yellow, a miniture sun bouncing off the walls Love is a sea of red, cool red and

I’m tired, I’m worn down I’ve tried too hard and now I’m dying Inch by inch, scrape by scrape I’m now being whittled down to the marrow But despite that Despite my gaping, empty, aching heart I must stand tall and fight Stride forth and be strong An impossible task, one too heavy But still I must do it or perish

Sometimes when it’s 3 in the morning And everyone else is asleep I curl up in bed crying Heart screaming and lurching Because it feels so cold and empty and meaningless And I can do nothing Because life is useless Pointless Empty Hollow And each day And each night I lose a little more will to live How many much time is there left?

If his love for her is water His goddess Hestia He loves her unceasingly She is his anchor His home She soothes his injuries He nestles around her Then his love for him is fire His god Mars He loves him ferociously He is his passion His ecstasy   He rips through him He clings to him Both so different Yet neither he can let go

Ash The dead remains of fire It reminds you that you have become a traitor It reminds you of your infidelity It reminds you of your lost innocence So why does it taste so bittersweet?

When you betray your values What do you taste in your mouth? Sometimes I taste salt Sometimes I taste blood But most time I taste ash

You always bring me down Down down to the gallows Down to where the field of Asphodel rustles with its empty souls What would I give to be half as empty No sorrow, no anger, no hatred No joy or happiness either But who needs those? I’d rather be an empty husk Than to feel the chills of sorrow

Rise high, fall low To fly is to be brought low Icarus was only the most famous to fall How many more are there unknown?

I am sorry For being so pathetic For being a disgusting failure For never being good enough in your eyes You may not say it But I am not blind I am not deaf I can see it in your expression I can hear it in your tone You think I am nothing A piece of trash Worthless Good for nothing You may as be screaming it That you think I am stupid And I can do nothing to sit there and take it smiling

I look at you My darling And I feel a rush of love Not fierce or possessive like Gilgamesh, the golden king of Uruk Who had everything he wanted in his garden, that were doomed to stay forever But soft and sad like Hades The king of the dead, who must bid Persephone goodbye 6 months per year For while I love you, and do not intend to let you go We are not immortal; we will not last forever One day, I must say farewell to you, only it will be much longer than 6 months per year And we will never meet again, for fate is never kind So as I look upon your face each and every day, and peer into your eyes I feel love and regret at the same time For