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12 Reasons You Are Nothing Like Your Hero Hercules
1.
You were so torrentially toxic to me
I had to slice my own veins to get you out.
2.
There was more chaos in the way you loved me
than there was in the winding weather storm
that broke every window in the house we called home,
you turned that home into a house.
3.
You claimed momentary insanity,
like your hero Hercules,
the day you used your fists for the first time,
the same insanity that plagued Hercules
when he slew everyone he loved.
I wonder if there was a storm
where he lived that day too.
4.
Harbinger made of hemlock and heartache,
hurricane made of hurt and heartbreak,
you were Hera’s lesson of harm and habit,
you were impossible to break,
but I too, like you,
have hidden the strength of Hercules
somewhere inside this harbour body
that used to welcome hurricanes.
I too, have always known siren songs
that have bewitched men
with more ancient madness
than you could ever imagine.
I too have spoken words that dripped with cruelty
like a soldiers sword in a battlefield,
I do
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Literature
To The Men Who Burnt Witches
There is witchcraft in our blood,
in our bones we carry the magic
that you could not burn away.
You see, fire does not eat fire.
Your mother would have taught you that
if the world hadn’t convinced her
that despite her body being able
to bring life into this world,
she is not a magical thing.
Maybe the witches you burned
were the daughters of something
more holy than you could ever handle.
So you set them alight for being different,
forgetting that even the son of your God
was once condemned for being too pure,
too beautiful, too different for this world.
History devoured your name,
but we have never forgotten
what you did, witch hunter.
You see, fire never forgets.
When you burned the witches
you thought what you did was small.
But the flames gave birth to ideas
and the ideas set alight souls.
For every witch you burned
there are now a thousand witch women
living differently, and standing tall.
And you may have burned some of us,
but you will never destroy us all.
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Literature
In Which I Finally Find A Good Man
I tell him, if you love me, you need to stop reading the poems.
I tell him, if you read them, you will find a version of me you hate.
I tell him, if you want a future with me, you will stop reading the poems.
Because the girl in the poems is kerosene dreams
and ink stained scars and whiskey flavoured fury,
and the girl he is in love with is cotton candy soft
and summer dresses and vodka laughter.
I tell him, he can’t have both because he doesn’t want both,
no one wants a girl whose lungs are smoke black rage
even if her heart is made of tissue silk.
Girls who are both, are too volatile, too painful to love.
So I keep her, the ink stained, angry girl
inside a prison of paper and pen.
I feed her memory,
I feed her sadness,
so I can keep the girl he loves alive.
There is witchcraft here,
a kind of witchcraft
every hunted woman practices
when she finds love.
She magicks parts of herself away
to protect the one she loves.
This is why they say
that love is the end of woman,
the w
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Literature
Nine Confessions Of A Skinny Girl
1.
The difference between being thin and being skinny
is that when you’re skinny,
everyone is constantly trying to get you to eat.
As if you are deliberately starving yourself.
As if they are soldiers
and you are a war they must win,
food instead of guns in their hands.
2.
Seven years ago, when I first realised
that I couldn’t sleep on my side anymore
because my hipbones cut like knives into my skin,
that I could count every single one of my ribs,
I ate everything I found in the fridge till I threw up,
and my mother assumed I was doing it on purpose.
It took me three sessions of intensive therapy
to convince the therapist that I wasn’t sick
when honestly, I wasn’t sure myself anymore.
3.  
Girls who look in the mirror
and see a collection of bones
and stories and thigh gaps and brittle wrists
are called beautiful in magazines,
so why do I only see hollow eyes and skin
that is just barely stretched over a skeletal frame?
4.
The first time a boy grasped my wr
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Literature
The Body in The Water
Folded along the crevices where the river meets sand
lies the body of our love, now it’s edges covered in moss.
It stays there, where the water still sings hymns to the land,
little realizing that you cannot turn holy a decaying corpse.
And I still visit and fold my hands in prayer,
even though seeing what is left of our love
leaves me feeling so alone and scared
undone at the watery seams, cursing every star above.
Some days I return with eyes so red my mother worries
she warns me that the river can never heal what fell apart
but I always return to the alcove of where we are buried.
I am still offering the water my swollen, moon soaked heart.
I am chasing the metaphors of your goodbyes
as I watch the bones of us turn to fossil
hoping against hope to understand as I watch us die,
how you murdered so coldly what once made our lives colossal.
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Literature
The Girl Who Was Afraid To Be
She speaks to me fondly
of passions and talents,
of guitars and stars,
with such breathless intensity
then stops short and
apologises
for speaking at all.
All because somewhere in her life,
someone she loved broke her heart
by ignoring
her beautiful words
and telling her to
shut up,
keep it down,
nobody cares.
People aren’t born sad.
We make them that way.
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Literature
A Prayer for the Scar Mapped
i hope you find someone who loves you for your scars.
your scars are the battles you fought
alone, scared, broken at midnight
navigating the map of your lost soul,
wearing nothing but threadbare dreams,
with demons who would not die,
and who could not rest.
and still strong, you fought on.
i pray you find someone who loves you for your scars
your scars will tell the stories your lips cannot.
your scars will reveal secrets your heart cannot.
your scars will create meaning to the little things you do.
so find someone who loves you for your scars.
this is all that I can pray for, for you
and for you,
and for you...
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Literature
Let the Fall Make You Stronger.
"Hey! Are you all right?"
"Sure, why wouldn't I be?"
"Um...because you just fell from the roof of the hou-"
"See, that's where you're wrong. I didn't fall. The floor challenged me and I accepted."
"And how did that go for you?"
"The floor won. But only because it had the advantage."
"Of being non sentient and vast in size, along with the fact that there is a freaking storm out!!"
"Nope. I just attacked from the wrong position."
"Backwards?"
"I overestimated my skills."
"I'll say. You're bleeding!"
"Only a little. Ask me again."
"What?"
"If I'm fine."
"Are you?"
"Nope."
"Is it because you're bleeding?"
"You're supposed to ask 'Why'."
"God, you're so bloody difficult!"
"But cute. Just ask."
"Oh for-Why?"
"Because this world we live in, it gives us these dreams, you see. These great big beautiful colourful galaxies in our heads of ideas, thoughts and empathetic conclusions to our fellow humans. Our brain tells us, go on, be curious, make those mistakes.
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1.

You were so torrentially toxic to me
I had to slice my own veins to get you out.

2.

There was more chaos in the way you loved me
than there was in the winding weather storm
that broke every window in the house we called home,
you turned that home into a house.

3.

You claimed momentary insanity,
like your hero Hercules,
the day you used your fists for the first time,
the same insanity that plagued Hercules
when he slew everyone he loved.
I wonder if there was a storm
where he lived that day too.

4.

Harbinger made of hemlock and heartache,
hurricane made of hurt and heartbreak,
you were Hera’s lesson of harm and habit,
you were impossible to break,
but I too, like you,
have hidden the strength of Hercules
somewhere inside this harbour body
that used to welcome hurricanes.
I too, have always known siren songs
that have bewitched men
with more ancient madness
than you could ever imagine.
I too have spoken words that dripped with cruelty
like a soldiers sword in a battlefield,
I do not use these abilities against you
because I have learned,
I have learned that when
you destroy someone you love…
there is no coming back from that.

5.

I was tied to my heartache
the way Prometheus
was tied to his mountain
the day I met you.
In my eyes, you were Hercules then.
Freeing me from my destructive punishment,
allowing me to finally breathe free.
And like Prometheus,
I too forgot that Hercules
was the son of the same God
who punished him so cruelly.
Our love became the new mountain
I was tied to, the eagle forever circling,
waiting for it's moment to draw chunks
from us, and this unkempt unholy love again.

6.

There is no building from the wreckage
of two broken hearts lying in the battle fields
of an Olympus that will never be great or beautiful again.
I wish you had seen that before I had to force you
out of my blood by draining the poison
you pumped into me during a war,
poison I drank like it was the antidote
to my broken soldier's war wounds.

7.
Do you think in the moment
Hercules realised
that he had killed
everyone he loved,
he chose to do
those twelve tasks
not as an apology
but as a suicide mission?

8.

I’m drunk out of my mind,
and I just wanted to say
that you are no Hercules,
there is no honour in the way
your fingers threw me across the room,
with intent to harm.

There was no madness in your eyes.
Just hate.

9.

I’m sober as I can be
and I just wanted to say
you are no Hercules,
because at least he grieved
killing those he loved,
whereas you didn’t even feel sorry
for shattering every part of me
that you claimed to love.

10.

I love you and I hate myself for loving you.

11.

I hate you and I hate myself for hating you.

12.

On the day Hercules completed his twelfth task,
he travelled to the sea and sitting there on the cliffs,
he saw the oncoming hurricane, as it drank from the sea.
He dove into the water, praying it would take his life with it.
Instead, it delivered him back to the harbour
where a man called Jason was just about to set sail
on an adventure and a hunt for the golden fleece.

And I learned that the Gods did not want Hercules to die.
Just like the Gods did not want our love to live.
12 Reasons You Are Nothing Like Your Hero Hercules
This is a poem about domestic abuse. 

He loved the story of Hercules so much that he didn't realise that his hero never actually meant to hurt anyone he loved.
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There is witchcraft in our blood,
in our bones we carry the magic
that you could not burn away.
You see, fire does not eat fire.

Your mother would have taught you that
if the world hadn’t convinced her
that despite her body being able
to bring life into this world,
she is not a magical thing.

Maybe the witches you burned
were the daughters of something
more holy than you could ever handle.
So you set them alight for being different,
forgetting that even the son of your God
was once condemned for being too pure,
too beautiful, too different for this world.

History devoured your name,
but we have never forgotten
what you did, witch hunter.

You see, fire never forgets.

When you burned the witches
you thought what you did was small.
But the flames gave birth to ideas
and the ideas set alight souls.
For every witch you burned
there are now a thousand witch women
living differently, and standing tall.
And you may have burned some of us,
but you will never destroy us all.
I tell him, if you love me, you need to stop reading the poems.

I tell him, if you read them, you will find a version of me you hate.

I tell him, if you want a future with me, you will stop reading the poems.

Because the girl in the poems is kerosene dreams
and ink stained scars and whiskey flavoured fury,
and the girl he is in love with is cotton candy soft
and summer dresses and vodka laughter.

I tell him, he can’t have both because he doesn’t want both,
no one wants a girl whose lungs are smoke black rage
even if her heart is made of tissue silk.
Girls who are both, are too volatile, too painful to love.
So I keep her, the ink stained, angry girl
inside a prison of paper and pen.
I feed her memory,
I feed her sadness,
so I can keep the girl he loves alive.

There is witchcraft here,
a kind of witchcraft
every hunted woman practices
when she finds love.
She magicks parts of herself away
to protect the one she loves.
This is why they say
that love is the end of woman,
the way war is the death of man.

So I tell him, please,
if you love me as I am,
stop reading the poems.

And he says, his voice gentle,
his voice wine rich smooth,
I will not. Because I refuse to love you,
unless you let me love you whole,
all the broken things inside you that make you so soft.
1.

The difference between being thin and being skinny
is that when you’re skinny,
everyone is constantly trying to get you to eat.
As if you are deliberately starving yourself.
As if they are soldiers
and you are a war they must win,
food instead of guns in their hands.

2.

Seven years ago, when I first realised
that I couldn’t sleep on my side anymore
because my hipbones cut like knives into my skin,
that I could count every single one of my ribs,
I ate everything I found in the fridge till I threw up,
and my mother assumed I was doing it on purpose.

It took me three sessions of intensive therapy
to convince the therapist that I wasn’t sick
when honestly, I wasn’t sure myself anymore.

3.  

Girls who look in the mirror
and see a collection of bones
and stories and thigh gaps and brittle wrists
are called beautiful in magazines,
so why do I only see hollow eyes and skin
that is just barely stretched over a skeletal frame?


4.

The first time a boy grasped my wrist too hard
because I didn’t want to turn
into another one of his trophies,
my wrist snapped like a twig in two.

And as the pain blinded me,
he took what he wanted from me anyway.
Till now the slightly crooked way my wrist
joins my forearm aches to remind me
that sex is sometimes a cold dark alley,
a boy with a shark like smile
and a body that doesn’t know
how to fight back without breaking.

5.

The second boy I fell in love with,
first loved me for my thin, waif like frame,
then left me because he realised
I was actually just skin
and bones and hospital trips.

6.

I only feel beautiful anymore
when I am eating
and everyone who loves me
is watching me in relief,
thinking the problem is solved because look,
look at least she is eating,
at least she isn’t trying to kill herself anymore.

7.

People never fail to tell me how lucky I am.
Because somehow,
having a body that barely qualifies
having enough meat on it to be called one,
and is actively trying to die by constantly
refusing food is  better than being
called ‘fat’ or ‘overweight’.

8.

My best friend came to visit me in January
and told me she was going to be losing two dress sizes
and how all her problems with confidence would be over,
just like that. I said nothing.

After all, what does a skinny girl
know about struggling
with weight and insecurity?

9.

Today, my body and I are no longer at war with each other.
But still, when someone sees me take off my bulky sweater,
sees how thin my arms are,
how my bones angle out of my skin,
they smile at me with worry in their eyes and ask,
“Have you eaten anything today?”
Nine Confessions Of A Skinny Girl
This is how I dealt with my eating disorder.

EDIT: Oh my goodness, a DD?? Wow, thank you so much, this is my first month back and I am so honoured!! <3
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I am a twenty nine year old tree who likes to dream about Van Gogh's canvases in real life. I love whole milk, and never get into bed without bed socks. My favourite place is the space under my desk that serves as a fully functional panic room from time to time.

Favourite writer: Oscar Wilde, Neil Gaiman, Germaine Greer.
Favourite poet: Sylvia Plath, William Wordsworth
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HanitasRoloru Featured By Owner Jul 22, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
You are a genuine literature genius who is very inspirational. I love what you write, keep up the good work. UwU
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KellySeale Featured By Owner Jul 22, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Untamed... Perfect.
Unwanted... I beg to differ. :-) :heart:
I'd be honored if you'd watch me back and maybe peek into my gallery and journals, I have some gems hidden there.
-Kelly
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skysoul25 Featured By Owner Jul 6, 2017  Student General Artist
hello deaire! I hope your doing well just want to let you know, my door is always open if you need it.
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LadyLincoln Featured By Owner Jun 23, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for collecting, honey. I am still hopeful it uplifted your beautiful heart.

With love,
:heart:
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Neo128 Featured By Owner Jun 23, 2017   General Artist
Thanks for the fave. :meow:
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boundtoyouforever Featured By Owner Jun 21, 2017
and I wish to thank you
for faving me~♥
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NianLauri Featured By Owner Jun 21, 2017
Sorry I am a bit late but still, have a very very Happy Birthday!
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UntamedUnwanted Featured By Owner Jun 21, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for the birthday wish! :) :) :)
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
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