Persephone as a dark and off-putting goddess who worries her mother by hanging out with satyrs and making...
The sun shone from
behind frozen skies
speaking as old photographs
which serve to trigger
memories we said were
Living a plain jane lifestyle.
Years spent staring
up at her sister and thinking
she was a peasant staring
at a princess.
She tried to hide...
Lucid dreams kept me awake
all night, making allegations
testing my trust in myself
to keep my own secrets.
Reminding me of...
The birds sit in fragile nests,
Atop their trees they are twittering,
What sounds sweet to us, are obscenities,
They scream at each other to not come near,
Lest their their home woven of rotten twigs,
The birds are twittering,
Making every forest lousy with noise,
While they stay rooted in their nests,
Feet sank in the branches,
With moon and sun in the skies,
The birds twittering echoing through the atmosphere.
And they must keep at it,
They must continue their noise pollution,
Lest the veil of silence fall over the world,
And like ripples in a pool of water become still,
And capable of reflection,
They must keep their angry songs,
For they are terrified of the image that silence does reflect.