Persephone Thesis: EssayPersephone Thesis: Essay ComponentPersephone Thesis: Essay4 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
What is Democratic Socialism?What is Democratic Socialism?2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Democratic socialists believe that both the economy and society should be run democraticallyto meet public needs, not to make profits for a few. To achieve a more just society, many structures of our government and economy must be radically transformed through greater economic and social democracy so that ordinary Americans can participate in the many decisions that affect our lives. Democracy and socialism go hand in hand. All over the world, wherever the idea of democracy has taken root, the vision of socialism has taken root as welleverywhere but in the United States. Because of this, many false ideas about socialism have developed in the US. With this pamphlet, we hope to answer some of your questions about socialism.
Doesn't socialism mean that the government will own and run everything?
Democratic socialists do not want to create an all-powerful government bureaucracy. But we do not want big corporate bureaucracies to control
Body Language I don't know what it is about you, the reasoning behindBody Language1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
why I constantly think about you. Not as a whole either, I think about
you in pieces: I think about your deep brown eyes, your smile, which is
by far my favorite aspect of you, your chest and how I love being
right there, hearing that faint, calming sound and of course your
fingers, and always how they look while your playing your guitar.
I love your voice and the way you can't stay still while you sleep.
I've always been attracted to your permanent bedhead and the way that
you can't stand it.
Today I told you to stop drinking so much and you told me that
wasn't the case and that I just caught you at a bad time. Sweetie I'm
here to tell you that I'll gladly drink by your side until some good
comes back into your life. We've both been down, and you and I have
both grown to realize that we deserve better, and if we're not good
enough, then that's fine. At least we gave it another shot.
I will say that with so many
Let us Say GoodbyeLet us Say GoodbyeLet us Say Goodbye8 months ago in Emotional More Like This
I wish to say something, this is to all of you selected ones. To the sad masses I see before these old and strange eyes of mine. I wish to tell you thank you, thank you for allowing me to see the monsters of the world. The rapists, the pedophiles, the thieves, and the betrayers, are only but a few that I could foresee; thank you all so much. But like the double edged sword we both suffer for it.
But please disregard that last statement, as this should be a happy occasion. To each and every one of you; to you who are those rapists, pedophiles, thieves, and betrayers who are bound by the blood of our elders and ancestors. I say goodbye. I wish to say goodbye to you as you are the monsters I see. I cringed as I once called you my family, my friends, my gods, but thank you for showing the path I must now thread. For you can no longer exist within my world. I must take you away in order for my survival, as the damaged is far beyond the ability to heal. I have not done the
Socially Acceptable LyingHi there.Socially Acceptable Lying6 months ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
You don’t know me. That’s okay, I don’t really either, I’ve come to accept that along with everyone who knows me. It’s especially weird when someone meets me for the first time and I’m wearing a sweater vest and poring over that math textbook and then the next day they see me and I’m in that short ruffled black skirt with the pink fishnet gloves. I'm the queen of whiplash and indecision.
I’m here to audition. Again. Well, again, I say—it’s not really again, not for you, because I’ve never auditioned with you before. I’ve auditioned with other people. Thirteen of them.
The first twelve were voice-acting casters and I almost got a role in two of them but then they were canceled at the last minute because they lost their animator. Actually, the second one just plain got rid of the character, but the first reason is the one I tell people.
The last one was a director, a real live director, and I st
The AuthorWriters paint pictures that painters can't.The Author4 days ago in Philosophical More Like This
LostI feel hollow, dead, cold.Lost8 months ago in Emotional More Like This
So empty, I can't even feel pain.
My heart seems to be made of ice.
Everything I do, say, mean, is cold.
But nothing changes.
I've stopped telling, explaining how I feel.
All I ever got were hateful words or ignorance.
I dont dare to talk anymore,
Because for everything I say, people hate me.
And nothing changes.
I dont know what I've done,
But by now, I dont know anything anymore.
I dont even know myself.
Who I am, what I want, where I go.
And nothing changes.
Voices in my head tell me to stop caring,
But I cant, and they scare me.
I dont want to go insane,
But where pain turns to ice, hope seems lost.
And nothing changes.
Im unable to quit my life and start flying away.
Im flying into thoughts, songs, words...
But everytime I open my eyes it has gone worse.
And I wonder how I go on, day after day.
And nothing changes.
I cant warm my soul, not even right now.
I switch between pain and a numb feeling I cant explain,
And nothing else matters anymore.
But I kee
Do Not CryDo not stand at my grave and weep:Do Not Cry4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the softly fallen snow;
I am the gentle showers of rain.
I am the field of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the grateful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight.
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom.
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing.
I am in each lovely thing.
So do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there.
I did not die.
early mornings break my heartDear xx,early mornings break my heart8 months ago in Letters More Like This
It's 4:30 in the morning and your lights are on. I know why I'm awake, plagued by sleepless nights and too much coffee and too little time. Plagued by loneliness; the kind that, ironically, refuses to leave me alone. What I'm curious about, though, is what you're doing up. Are you in love? Are you lonely? Do you get nightmares, too? I wonder what you think about, when the quiet of the world sits like a blanket of stillness over our bodies. It tucks us in but doesn't wish us sweet dreams, because it's afraid to jinx it. As if wishing us good dreams is going to give us bad ones. Maybe we've been doing it all wrong--maybe that's why I'm wrapped up in darkness every time I close my eyes. I'd like to think you'd laugh at that, call me silly, because of course it gets dark when your eyelids flutter shut. I wonder if you're actually asleep, and just too scared to close the lights. Perhaps you're dreaming, the light from your lamp guiding you to some place happy and beautiful a
My worst mistakeI was never lucky when it comes to love. Women, for some reason, were never very fond of me maybe because I am, c'mon, a bit of a geek. In the middle of all that there was an experience the left a deep mark on me. It was during my first year of high school when I deeply fell in love with a girl. When I realized that, I came up with a little scheme for her to know it. But she was already taken and, of course, I got rejected. But still, a certain friendship began to develop between the two of us and I tried to enjoy it. But I wasn't satisfied. I wanted more. I wanted something deeper, something more serious. So I started to taunt her, making moves on her, making stupid comments. As I should have expected, the friendship turned into hate. She even attacked me a few times.My worst mistake6 months ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
In the next school year, we got separated from each other and we lost touch. It was already too late when I realized my mistake and I've never corrected it. I stopped to believe in love, I get disgusted when I hear
I only exist in the past.Once upon a time, I filled novels with my thoughts, cementing myself into the binding of books, the spiral bound pages beneath my bed. But time passes, my hair has grown, my handwriting has changed, and I've lost a piece of myself.I only exist in the past.7 months ago in Emotional More Like This
The moon eyed boy tells me that he loves me, but I've fallen out of love with life, and some skills, you can't relearn. I don't recognize the sound of my own voice anymore and my old words catch in my throat like a beautiful lie from centuries past.
For the first time, I am the girl I always wanted to be, apathetic and unafraid. But girls like me don't hide at night, stitching their souls into patches of their skin while the moon makes it's way across the sky. It's hard to be fearless when you let fear take you, grab you by the hand and whisper through the darkness.
But late at night, when the summer sky is swallowing us and we are more than happy to be consumed, allowing the dark silence to wipe our slates clean, I find myself missing the girl with the sun
Little FuryThe storm throws you to my door, drenched and bloodied, god-light dimmed. The crest of the hill is underwater. You have no boots.Little Fury7 months ago in Emotional More Like This
Morning dawns cold, clear, a watery gold. You are gone.
The LiarsThe LiarsThe Liars7 months ago in Emotional More Like This
As you stand with your friends and family you appear to be a normal being. A being with hope, love and support from everyone you touch. Your life appears to be of the greatest caliber. Your lovely shine was a beautiful radiance that no one could walk away from. For anyone near or far to see that shine of yours was a privilege that could never be squandered. You dress correctly, act correctly, you were a flawless piece of eternity within the history of others. And to those others, you will remain that way. They are caught within that radiant light; no matter what anybody else thinks, you will be a light to most far and beyond.
But… what becomes of the rest? Of the ones the light shied away from. From the people who you believed to be the enemy? Come now try to remember the time you pulled the knife to that child’s throat. Oh you don’t remember? But I do because I was that child. How about when I was called fat and ugly in front of all your friends and you
UntitledI like to lift others up because I know how awful it feels to be downUntitled5 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
Love-hate relationshipLove and hateLove-hate relationship13 hours ago in Philosophical More Like This
Different but equal
501. i love you.502 weeks ago in Scraps More Like This
2. take anything from me you need.
3. you'll be my cataclysm in one hundred years' time.
4. i'll give you my all.
5. i don't want to be the one who leaves you.
6. as of now, we're untitled.
7. i appreciate that you don't hide yourself from me.
8. this one is for you.
9. if we're in flames, then i'll take the blame.
10. i love your perfect imperfections.
11. you brighten up a cold day.
12. i'll never forget how you broke down.
13. luck looks more like you than it looks like me.
14. you took my hand and showed me how to take risks.
15. i'm more whole than i thought i could ever be.
16. you are all that you are.
17. and i don't want anything different.
18. you dug me out of the bloody earth.
19. you're a daredevil.
20. you steal my secrets and embrace them.
21. you're still around.
22. i think you're just amazing.
23. you have a smile that makes me melt.
24. what's mine is yours.
25. you saved me more than once.
26. you're perfect to me.
27. you speak your mind.
28. you kno
Cleansing ritualSageCleansing ritual2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Smudge clockwise in every room.
Bless this space by this rhyme
Bless this place bless this time
Energies be cleansed and clear
Take away all anger and fear
Then go around clockwise with the rain water sprinkling it chanting
I call my angels come to me
Bring me positive energy
Bless my home and hearth
Touch your magic to my heart
Then sprinkle salt in the four directions
My magic wield
In safety here
With no fear
just say so.I learned the other day what people mean when they say that you don't stop hurting, don't stop feeling the sting of grief, you just learn to deal with it. You adjust to it and it becomes normal after a while.just say so.8 months ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It still kicks me in the chest and I have to catch my breath. I heard your song in the supermarket Tuesday afternoon and I dropped the bread. I didn't even notice until someone started humming it and I asked myself to please not cry in the middle of the bakery aisle and at least wait until I was outside. I made it to the car. And I broke and it was hard to remember that had forgotten for so long.
But I wished it had stayed forgotten.
cause I miss you again and now I'm back where I started and feeling more defeated than ever.
Definition"Define yourself in one word."Definition4 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
because you never asked mehere is the way i promised i would never fall in love with anyone newbecause you never asked me2 months ago in Letters More Like This
it's poison kisses and quiet screams against ice blue eyes
and to tell you the truth, i was much further out than you'd think
there are seventeen ways i could've told you this and i think five lies i nearly convinced myself of as being true
all in all it was 22 ways of settling the score and to be fair none of them prepared me for the way you extracted your revenge
each brain cell at a time
anyway, i swear i found you hiding amongst my jewellery the other day, shark-tooth necklace and cut up fingers resting between the rings and bracelets and tiny earring backs discarded with ear cuffs and rusted chains
and i wouldn't say a word but silence can only get too loud
(the simple truth is
i was never yours
and i still don't know why
i go around telling people
Puzzles W1, D1I bought my sister a tangle of metallic rings in Leonardo Da Vinci’s castle because I wanted to prove her wrong. She had always underestimated me, saw me as a self-obsessed aspiring artist who is so wrapped up in her own ambitions that she can’t see the hurt around her. True, I don’t see the milk in the fridge when it’s in front of my eyes, and I forget my parents’ birthdays, but I do notice things.Puzzles W1, D12 months ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I notice my sister.
I notice when she stands in the middle of the room with a blank look in her eyes, or when she curls up on the couch for too many hours. I notice when she spends days locked in the bathroom playing games and solving puzzles on her phone in the bathtub.
I notice that she finishes them all, and that once she’s beaten the game, she starts over. And that’s how she looks at life: as a series of puzzles that must be solved, as a series of high scores to beat.
I’m one of her puzzles that she thinks she’s figured out. She look