Dante Chief Ghieri, who was engaged to the daughter of a local pub owner -a woman rumored to be involved in the local cult – woke up covered in bruises. The ghastly moon leaned down over four islands in front, her hand plucking off pieces of grass in preparation for the yearly meal she had long awaited. He thought to himself: Why am I here, and how can I get out?
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“Sing Goddess, of the anger of Achilles, son of Peleus”
-The Iliad, Homer
I felt empty. Even as I strode of the wastelands of Hades towards the Elysium fields I felt incomplete. But every step I took I felt a little less empty, and slowly my stride turned into a jog which became a run. I did not stop.
venetianphantom asked: Thanks so much for taking the time to review and critique that! I tend to not sit on pieces as long as I should and give them the time they deserve, I'll rework it and see what i can come up with! I really admire your dedication to helping other improve! It's a beautiful thing. Thanks again!
Thank you so much, that’s very sweet of you to say. I’m glad it helped. - Mina
I need sleep, but I’m tired of dreaming.
Wretched fantasies, crawling and teeming,
With the remnants of squandered affection,
Pieces of time that evade detection,
Of the only means that I’ve found to cope,
Nicotine, alcohol, codeine, and dope.
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Seek the poem to end poetry.
Some bunkerbusters need your guidance.
Can you puncture post-parabellum
Lace your incisions with microphone under light of eclipse
Remove those cancers you patiently patented
Learn the rhyme of breaths and sighs
And leave your pen at the library steps.
Sitting here with too much time to think/ Head racing trying hard not to think /Of what you could be doing since the link been broken /I’m a man so my ego won’t let my heart be broken /But indeed I’m broken, on words I’m choking /In and out of clubs hoping to get away by scoping/ New prospects though I miss my star/ How can I be super without my star? But life goes on time to heal the scar /Never forgetting but cherishing the scar/ Looking at the scar as a new start at growth/Instead of getting caught up in lustful situations/ You gave me a reason to want more out of situations/Problems seem to be all around me /They say if you love someone you must set them free/ Now I understand why you did this to me
“Ten blocks from a nightmare.
Nine tears from never crying again.
Eight seconds from kissing my dreams goodbye.
Seven days of weak.
Six whispers from a scream.
Five full moons from insanity.
Four reasons to question Gods.
Three steps from turning my wrath into a crime scene.
Two “fuck the worlds” from being its marionette.
One suicide from becoming a bad memory.
And never once did Hope leave my side.”