Persephone Thesis: EssayPersephone Thesis: Essay ComponentPersephone Thesis: Essay6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
"Happy is he among men upon earth who has seen these mysteries!
It is generally accepted among historical scholars that the cult of Demeter and Persephone, or Kore, existed in Greece and the surrounding Mediterranean islands long before the traditional Olympian gods became entrenched. Her origins are Cretan . Like Aphrodite, the mother and daughter goddess represent a matriarchal form of fertility worship in the forms of crops and nature, and through this the cycle of birth, growth and death. This myth, however, has taken hold of imaginations from its evolutions into the Eleusinian mysteries of Ancient Greece, to the paintings of Victorian Europe, to today, each with their own distinctive takes and emphases on the story. Perhaps it is the fact that we know so little about the original tale of Persephone the daughter of Demeter, goddess of fertility, snatched
Mind VomitI pixelate IcarusMind Vomit7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to forfeit my counterproductivity.
Who needs rose tinted glasses
when you have
glazed eyes enamelled sighs
and sugarcoated insomnia.
I long for movie tomorrows
instead of these
xylophonic beclazone dreams.
I want to saturate the grey matter
without a hint of remorse.
I want to play the undersleeper,
pinning back my eyelids with
the idiolect of those I'd like to know better.
Do you want to hear my mind vomit or should I
just turn the page and start again...?
Darkness In My SoulThere is a darkness in my soulDarkness In My Soul4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I've closed myself off from humanity
Indulging in nihilism and misanthropy
I loathe all the world and its inhabitants
The human spirit
A truly grotesque spectacle
Life has become unbearable
And this world, undesirable
The world never changes
Deceiving, cheating, lying
Selfish minds, corrupted kinds
Self - beneficially inclined
The twisted nature of mankind
My sanity has fallen to ruins
The toll of a sick worlds influence
This life has turned my heart black
And drained all goodness from me
I am a hollowed shell
Empty and brooding in solitude
I sit and wait for Death's knell
The devil talks to me
And ensares my mind
Filled with dark thoughts
He assures me it's my time
There is a darkness in my soul
It can't be quenched by anything
And when I close my eyes
My only wish is to die
This world holds nothing for me
I wish to transcend its boundaries
I never want to wake up
I lust for this life torn from me
And when I open my eyes
My only solace is to cry
I wait t
I'd love to turn you onCuatro mil agujeros en las calles de Blackburn, Lancashire. Cuatro mil malditos hoyos. Y qué más da, si el único que me importa -oh, joder, ¿qué es esto? Nada de agujeros- lo tengo aquí.I'd love to turn you on4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A besos, a estirones, trastablillamos hasta topar con el sillón que, a modo de saludo, chirría terriblemente.
Te desvisto mientras pienso que alguien debería acuchillar ese sillón; es pequeño, viejo, chilla mucho. Así no hay quien se concentre.
A la mierda el sillón, te tengo delante, semidesnuda, me volaría los sesos antes que dejarte así. Bang, en medio de la gente, todos mirando, como si formara parte de la Cámara de los Lores.
Ya no nos queda ropa. Ha pasado a formar una pequeña montaña en el suelo. Enredado, tan enredado como mis manos en tu pelo, como tu lengua en la mía.
Encendiste la radio. Un programa musical. Una canción que martillea nuestros oídos, que poco a poco se mete e
SerenityThe shadows of my sins follow me,Serenity4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the demons of my life haunt me.
I look to the sky but I only see black clouds,
There isn't light at the end of the road.
There is no love in this life ,
Serenity is just a flower in the ice of sorrow.
ACA SE HABLA ESPANIOLACA SE HABLA ESPANIOL8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
En una tierra muy muy lejana, tal vez muy conocida por todos, pero alejada de la mano del Dios Google y La Real Academia de la Lengua Española; allá bajo el manto de un servidor desconocido estaban ellos… los Latinos del Deviantart. Eran una comunidad módicamente numerosa, todos unidos por su talento artístico y persiguiendo el único fin de compartir sus ideas con el mundo entero. ¡Ay! Pero ojala todo fuera tan hermoso como se lee, "artistas viviendo felices por siempre"… No, las cosas no eran de esa manera. Los Latinos vivían supeditados y limitados por el poder de aquellos herejes del idioma, de esos seres que mutilan la lengua mas hermosa… los sujetos de habla inglesa. Eran enemigos muy audaces y superaban a los Latinos por mucho. Cuenta la leyenda, que hace varios años, cuando Yahoo gobernaba al mundo y el ICQ era solo un mito, los administradores del Deviantart atacaron el Español y se llevaron su tesoro mas preciado, lo más valioso que tenían… Su "Ñ", ya no podían utilizarla en s
Somebody, anybodySomebody, anybody!Somebody, anybody6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My homework sits and ferments
as I procrastinate in the name of the easily distracted.
I'm putting efforts into writing this poem
so why not put it into my photography, history or music?
This is how I roll,
rolling down a hill
gathering sticky bits of lethargy
off the mildly interesting ground
here we are
here we still are
you can check out any time you like but you can never leave!
Oh, and minesweeper
oh sweet minesweeper
how I love you so
love you and hate you,
just like a typical relationship in a pop-emo song~
So this is how I roll
This is my wall that stops me
This is how we fold
This is how millions of innocent minesweeper emoticon faces die.
I'm going to go learn Mr. Brightside on guitar now.
Another lovely distraction!
Incomplete...She held out her handIncomplete...7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in it was a coin
It was snatched, carefully
and hidden away
I stood beside her
watching the scene
as the boy shyed away
unsure what to think
She smiled, he winced
Thunder rolled above
She held out her hand
empty and clean
He took it and together we walked
Under the tall trees of light and concrete
The heavens opened
a raindrop fell
through the sky, into the forest
of lights and metal
It came to rest
in the boy's hand
and after a layer of years
he was a man in a suit
Briskly he walked
along the footpath
surrounded by the identical
under a foliage of umbrellas
He came to a stop under shelter
on a backalley porch
Knocked on a door
and straightened his tie
The door opened and he held out his hand
in it was rain and small coin
Hot Hotter Hot Hottest IntroMy balls were sticking to my inner thigh like a baby seal clinging to an Antarctic shore. Unfortunately, the camera was pointed right at me, so I couldn't do the leg-shake maneuver to get them loose. I saw the set of Hello, Good Morning! with Buster through two pea-sized holes drilled into my velvet helmet. Crayola had puked on the walls, the floor, the blocks, the rug, and even Buster. That was me, the rainbow-colored dog that came up on TV from dawn til noon. Outside of Busters Play Pen was the black, soulless collection of cameras and producers and directors sitting in fold-up chairs who occasionally yelled me through a microphone like I wasnt right in front of them. The sweat permeated in the depths of my fur suit because the air was recycled every time I exhaled. I re-realized how much I hated doing kid shows. Being on a childrens program was just like being in a porno; as soon you were recorded, no one could take your acting seriousHot Hotter Hot Hottest Intro6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
SleepSleepSleep7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Oh gods above, what had he done? The memories were fuzzy and vague, although there was no reason for them to be. Hed walked for hours, he remembered that part, though it had felt as though he had hovered above his own tired, charred body. Charred? A fire, he guessed, that hed somehow been caught up in. The sand was surprisingly cool beneath his cheek as he lay there, mind and body numb with confusion and the clench of guilt. Guilt, he realised now, sat where hed always thought love would, just below the ribs; a solid pressure pushing to meet his spine and go all the way through him. As depressing as it sounded, that was all he felt right now aside from the sand, and sand hardly felt solid. What was worse was that he couldnt for the life of him remember why.
Is he dead? Ryker felt something press against his ribs, a toe he guessed, but didnt move. He couldnt
FishFishFish5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh, my lovely fish
It gives me great joy to see you swimming
When I go on holidays I miss you and hope you are well
At night it gives me happiness to feed you and watch you
Every day you swim with your friend Silvie
Sometimes at night I like to listen to the sound of your pump
No other fish of mine has lived so long so that must be a sign that you love me
Even if you die tomorrow I will always remember you
Mama?Mama?Mama?7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was going to be a bad winter. Marquis could feel it in his hands, theyd never quite recovered, and tell by the way the blood was struggling to pump through them as the days got darker and shorter. He wasnt old by a long-shot Thirty next year, still good! but he completely sympathised when the old stable hands began their groaning. Powder white snow turned grey as he sludged through it, soot from his boots leaving a trail behind him as he fought his way to the main hall. All around him horses were being saddled and loaded up and men in uniform milled restlessly, blowing into gloved hands to warm them up, and Marquis refused to look at any of them. They were all in on it. If they werent someone would have mentioned it to him already and hed just known something was up when guards had been avoiding him for the last week. His pack, only half completed, was being dragged behind him a
EvieEvieEvie7 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
Around you the log cabin is cosy. Its one of those picturesque little places in the mountains and, as always happens here in winter, its snowing hard. Youre sitting in front of a roaring fireplace with your back against the sofa (Though isnt it an odd through; a fireplace in a log cabin?). The rug beneath you is thick and your bare toes could grip at it were you inclined to try. A mug sits beside you on the floor, still steaming from the pot. The light is dim, your mates have crashed for the night and get real anal if you leave the lights on while theyre sleeping. Damned if you know why, the fussy bastards. At any rate, youre not tired. Youve brought a book and some writing to do in moments like this, and with little company other then the crackling hearth, now seems the opportune moment to get down some thoughts from earlier.
As your pen hits the paper, t
CriptofiliaCriptofiliaCriptofilia5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
La noche guarda silencio sobre las tumbas... un ángel en cuyos labios enmudeció el canto divino es el guardián inmóvil de la sepultura que esconde mi secreto.
Monto mi unicornio fantasma y guiada por la luz de la pálida antorcha de la luna mortecina recorro el onírico sendero que limita con los caminos de la muerte. Llego al umbral ancestral vigilado por la esfinge, la mítica criatura no me formula enigmas pues aún no se responde ella misma como es posible que yo camine entre los vivos cuando mi corazón dejó de latir en el instante en el que mi amado cayó bajo el hechizo de Morpheus.
Traspongo el umbral que separa los dos mundos, no necesito de psicopompo pues conozco de memoria los caminos del Valle de la Muerte. Mi presencia no inquieta a los espectros que ya se han acostumbrado a ver mi vagarosa silueta nebulosa, que no es fantasma pero camina entre las sombras, deambulando por estas sendas... hasta los demonios me s
The AvengerThe AvengerThe Avenger7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
In a time of death, destruction and war
The earth seems to be lost
We fight to keep the human spirit alive
But at what cost?
Its been years and years of blood and tears
Being spilt across the land
The Darkness has grown stronger and stronger
I see faces of friends now in their command
What will it take to end the carnage, the suffering and hate?
Must i succumb to the darkness?
Is that my fate?
Every night i pray to the gods above
Hoping they will hear my cries for help
But i never get any answers, ive been left on my own
To defend the human race, to reclaim the land they stole
On a desert field I battle, scorched, with energy low
But it doesnt matter, i will not STOP
Until ive vanquished my evil foe
I will stand and fight until my last breath, which seems to be coming soon
Theyve drawn their swords, they have that look in their eye, im about to be consumed....
But then su
16. Love16. Love6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"...let's grow old together," he said, nuzzling her neck. She laughed and curled her orange-tipped fingers into his palm. "Only if we still have ice cream."
Midnight SnacksI hope that my leaving is just a minor hurtMidnight Snacks6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yet knowing that worse leads to worse
And how fretting multiplies, but starts inert
I will remind you of what we have with verse
Our love is like an ice box that sits bold
In the corner of a kitchen, dormant and hushed
A warm lifeline feeding and keeping the insides cold
Even as it works at its own pace, never rushed
The best goodbye would be in the boxs back
Taken only when loneliness paints the dark skies
Then, it would be drawn from the very last rack
Like a pint of rocky road in Comfort Me size
So I say, with love entwined in lines and feet
Despite the curving paths that fate has drawn
Despite the yards and miles, we are complete.
Remember me whenever the little bulb turns on.
Re: sound of raintiptap on tin roofsRe: sound of rain7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
as the world cries a message
that we fail to hear
SebastianDr. Liem leaned back in his downy sofa and gave a smile. 'Well, David, how can I help you? What's the matter?'Sebastian5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The patient, whose eyes were roving around the room until that moment, looked at the doctor and faltered, 'Sebastian'.
'Sebastian? Who is he? Tell me about him.'
'He is my room-mate. I moved into new lodgings on Golden Road two weeks ago. The landlord hadn't mentioned about another man', Dave shrugged and gazed into the empty space again. 'I was quite surprised. But just that. In fact, I hadn't asked if somebody was already there, and it' s not so uncommon accident when you rent a house. Maybe he had come in later the same day, before I arrived. Anyway. Actually, Sebastian wasn't a bad man. We even took to each other. The only problem was that he had really weird habits and was never leaving the house. At first, I didn't consider it something... out of the ordinary. He was just a strange man, like many others. But then inexplicable things started happening.'
'What kind of thin
a hugA HUGa hug11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A hug is a wonderful gift to share,
A way to show each other that we care;
There is so much a hug is able to do,
When you feel those arms holding you.
A hug is a place to feel safe and warm,
A comfort for a sad heart that is torn;
An expression of the love in our heart,
For ones who we wish, never to be apart.
A hug is a greeting when we meet to say hello,
Or to say goodbye when we have to go;
It can hold us up when life gets us down,
And makes us smile, instead of frown.
A hug can be given for no reason at all,
And given to those, both big and small;
We're never too old to feel the joy it brings,
As it is one of life's most pleasing things.
And for all of this beauty, a hug is free!
It costs nothing, yet means so much to me;
We should all hug another to show we care,
For to feel a warm hug, nothing can compare.
Here's Your Hug from ME to YOU
All for just one reason and that is…
A good day to you!
Silly Snake Song To the tune of 'Do Your Ears Hang Low': The Silly Snake Song!Silly Snake Song8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Do your snakes hiss a lot?
Do their wriggles hit the spot?
Does their venom eat a hole?
Do they circle when they roll?
Do they have heads on both ends?
Do they try to make amends?
Do your snakes hiss a lot?
SelfishSelfishSelfish6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
It was a hurried, messy meeting. Over a month had passed and while neither of them particularly liked the risk involved, what was meant to be a quick report had rapidly turned into a fully blown make out session. Mattie, tall, dark and still clad in his three-day-worn military colours had made short work of shoving all of Marquis neatly stacked paperwork onto the floor, pressing the smaller man down onto the varnished wood instead. Marquis would have protested were he not so occupied by the tongue down his throat and Matties heavy hands tugging at his hair. Hed worked hard to catch up his kings deskwork while banned from military campaigns and now hed have to sort it all again but it was so hard to be angry when the other man acted like this, like hed honestly missed him and for just now wanted to focus on the here, now and not what kept them apart. Mattie wasnt the talking t
Vida aldeanaVida aldeanaVida aldeana4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
La luna zarca de diciembre coquetea con el lucero garzo del cielo, sueños amorosos de Luna y Lucero en una noche arcana que se olvidó del tiempo. Una doncella vestida de nieblas cabalga con el viento sobre un corcel blanco en los cendales ilusorios del firmamento como una bruja de ojos inciertos. Un caballero vestido de negro la espera de pie en el umbral de la puerta de una pequeña cabaña de madera que se oculta en las profundidades de un bosque de cetrinos árboles muertos.
Mágicos sueños hijos de un hechizo me envuelven como una caricia del invierno. Mi amante irrumpe furtivamente en mi alcoba como un íncubo que emerge de las entrañas del misterio y reclama sus derechos en el lecho. Sus manos recorren mi piel estremeciéndome, une su boca a mi boca en un beso apasionado, cierro los ojos cediendo a su vehemente deseo pero un trueno anacrónico me sobresalta abro los ojos y desconcertada descubro que estamos en una
BicicletasEl día que las bicicletas se rebelen, tomarán las calles. Los frenazos de los coches sonarán en el pavimento, y usarán cadenas y candados para conseguir su propósito.Bicicletas4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Las bicicletas no quieren ser sólo para el verano. No quieren compartir espacio con las avispas, que campan a sus anchas aquí y allá. No van a negar que tienen algo de miedo. ¿Y si, enfurecidas, pican en las ruedas?
Pero las bicicletas están más que hartas.
¡Coches, coches! Siempre prefieren a los coches, esto parece una maldita película americana. A ellas las limpian con un trapo mugriento hombres sebosos de calva incipiente ¿dónde está la espuma? ¿Y las chicas guapas?
En su manifiesto, reclaman sus derechos. Las bicicletas quieren ser montadas todo el año, lavadas y engrasadas por rubias de curvas voluptuosas, que les rían los chistes; que las avispas no se atrevan a acercarse. Rugiendo por la carretera, como tigres con sill