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...?
Darkest ShadowSailing!Darkest Shadow3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Through the clouds,
Gliding into galaxies unknown.
a midnight ballerina.
caressing my soul.
warming my heart
and a feeling
like no other,
against my skin.
massaging my nipple
fondling my breast
My eyes are fluttering,
The Monstor's afraid, too."Dont run!!The Monstor's afraid, too.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I scare myself too...."
Silvaze Story Part 1Silvaze story Part 1Silvaze Story Part 14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Blaze was logé at Sonic's house, because Silver and her had an argue:
Silver: Blaze can you give me that stick?
The stick slipped out of her hands.
It came on the foot of Silver.
Blaze: Oh, I'm sorry! I...
Silver gave her a hit.
Silver: ***hole! Get out of my way!
Blaze began to cry more.
Sonic came in with cat-food.
Sonic: Calm down, Blaze...
Blaze: S-sorry Sonic, I can't help it.
Sonic: I can talk to Silver if you want it...
Blaze: W-will you do that for me, Sonic? Really?
Sonic: Of course, I'll do!
In the Future.
Sonic came in the Future and spotted Silver.
When he was close enough, Silver turned to Sonic.
He saw he was been crying.
In the past, with Blaze.
Blaze: I must be calm, I must be calm, I must be calm... Sonic?
Sonic: Hi ^^
Sonic: He was been crying.
Sonic: He don't want to hurt you.
Do me a favorDisclaimer: I do not own Cuanta Vida or TF2Do me a favor5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Jeremy sat with his arms crossed in his hospital bed, it had been three days since Rojo had cut his archillies tendon and he still couldn't walk. This truly was a fate worse than death. Worst of all at the moment he really had to go to the bathroom, and he really really didn't want to ask Medic again. Lost in thought he didn't notice when Jordi sat down on his bed.
"'ow are you feeling?" asked Jordi, he had been makeing regular trips to the infirmery to see Jeremy.
"Fine." lied Jeremy, squirming a bit in discomfert.
"Can I get you anything?" asked Jordi. Jeremy looked away, blushing slighlty at the favor he was summing up the courage to ask Jordi for.
"Uh actually c-could you take me to the bathroom...please?" asked Jeremy, his voice giving away the shame in the question. Jordi nodded, he got up and lifted Jeremy up bridal style and headed towards the bathroom. Jeremy couldn't help but press a little closer to Jordi than needed, it
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
Clockwork WhoreA gentle ticking was the only sound that night.Clockwork Whore2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Paris is not as beautiful as they say – for the most part the city is dirty, dishevelled and infected. The tourists are constricted to the beautiful sections, the sections where the rich and powerful live and the money gets spent. Walk less than a mile from this small circle of wealth and you encounter the forgotten Parisians – the prostitutes and the beggars, the hungry and the homeless, the true citizens of Paris.
But on that night, it is through these back streets and alleyways that we must venture. Walking between two dilapidated buildings that sag dangerously is the Vicomte de Chagny - a gentleman well known to those in the backstreets, especially by the working girls. His presence here is not unusual, though many of the girls would agree that he is several hours past his time of usual visitation. But tonight he is not looking for a girl – if anything, he aims to be rid of one.
The Vicomte de Chagny walks slowly, an
TMM 22The Mind Manifests 22TMM 224 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I kept flying along, trying to think of a plan now that I was out of there, but I just couldn't think of anything that didn't end in me being gunned down. The pack started sputtering, so I began flapping my wings, taking up the slack. My flight speed dropped considerably, but I was still able to remain airborne under my own power.
I thought Tennessee looked scenic before, but the view from up in the sky where I was, and with the pack now only a mild hiss instead of a loud roar, was like something off a postcard. I quickly started looking around for a populated area, and saw a shopping center where something seemed to be taking place, judging by the lights and huge crowd of people. That seemed like my best bet, so I started flying over to it.
As I neared, I noticed several vans. To my great joy, they were news vans, to my great dismay, I saw crime scene tape and blood puddles. I started hovering closer and closer until I heard so
The Peers (draft 1) - Ch 4The Peers (draft 1) - Ch 43 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Like one might learn the intricate steps of a dance, or familiarize themselves with large premises after much exploration, Liza could confidently dance her fingers across a string of ivory keys with her eyes closed. Alone in the morning roomfor no one ever went into the morning room after morningshe found refuge when she needed it, a place where she could compose her wistful melodies without the threat of unwanted company. It was here she played now, having milked the story of her latest adventure for all it was worth. And it was here that she waited for her aunt to provide her with her next.
Liza could recall to the day when her aunt's hatred towards her had suddenly begun: four years ago, the day after Liza's sixteenth birthday. What Liza didn't know, what she still couldn't understand after four years of wondering, was why.
She had considered many possibilities, jealousy being the f
Closer to the EdgeI have lived,Closer to the Edge4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And I have seen,
So many things,
That have hurt me
I have walked,
And I have dreamed,
I have believed,
And I have screamed
I have looked,
Over the edge...
But somwhow I haven't,
Fallen over yet...
Moving every day,
With all that I am
Taking body blows,
But I still stand
There's nothing at all,
That I regret,
Even though each moment,
I'm closer to the edge...
And people die,
Some grow old,
And children cry
The tears of ages,
Wash away the grime...
We hold up our heads,
And we shine...
Over the edge
We haven't fallen over yet
Moving every day,
With all that we are
Taking body blows,
Wishing upon stars
There's nothing at all,
That we regret,
Even though each moment,
We're closer to the edge...
Closer...to the edge...
Every action that we take,
Every heart that we break,
Every family we forsake...
Closer...to the edge...
Every time that we kneel.
Every time that we pray,
We're a moment closer to watching it all drift away...
Moving every d
The broken one,they called youThere were dead, torn teddy bears scattered all over the floor. The lame popular ones, that held plush hearts in their hands. I asked you why, and you told me that you liked ripping their hearts out, since you had no chance of doing it in real life. I quess it didn't count that you'd rummaged through mine well over a thousand times. Maybe I didn't matter; maybe I was just stubborn enough to think I did.The broken one,they called you6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You ripped heads off gummy bears, too. I opened the door to your room, and there were two kilograms of gummy bears on your couch, each without a head. It was almost funny. You didn't need the question - you already had your answer to why you would do such a thing. You met my gaze with your unbelievably sad, but still empty eyes. "Because they don't fight back."
You always reminded me of papier mache; your skin so gentle and pretty and fragile, there was no doubt anyone could ever resist you. So beautiful on the outside, and full of emptiness on the inside. You're lucky no one ever s
The Princess Slave Chapter 23"Little brother," Sesshomaru said, right next to Inuyasha's ear. "Why do you insist to make it a public display that you are in love with you slave?"The Princess Slave Chapter 239 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Inuyasha blushed even harder at this and said, "Shove it, Sessh." The he smiled. "Do I have to remind you that you're the one who "fell in love" with our "cousin?" Who, at the time, we didn't even know wasn't our cousin?"
Sesshomaru didn't even blush as he stood up straighter and said back, "And who says that I did not know?" before he walked away.
Inuyasha smiled, even though he was a little pissed that no one had told him who Rin really was.
"Don't worry Inuyasha." She said. "We just didn't want you to cry is all."
"Shut up!" Inuyasha said turning back to her. She was now behind the counter, in the usual uniform worn by the other workers.
She smiled at them and said, "So, what'll it be?"
Kagome and Sango both at once ordered water, Kagome because she was underage only being 16 (her birthday had passed the day before she was sold, even t
My First LoveI was always very innocent when I was a teenager. I had my first boyfriend when I was 16, sweet 16...he was 19. He lived 50 kms away so he came to see me every weekend.My First Love3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He played the guitar and sang beautifully. I liked that about him. He was very sweet.
We would write lots of letters during the week...I still have his letters...I still read his letters every now and then and I smile... We had a good time together...innocent...romantic.
When we first started dating, we went for a walk in the evening. It was very quiet and it was getting dark. Then we stopped and stood under a tree. He held me and pressed his body against mine and kissed me. It was beautiful, so gentle at first, and slowly it was harder and deeper. His tongue met mine and they entwined. It was long and deep. It was so good. He pulled me to him ,held me real tight and I could feel he was getting hard...But he didn't go any further. It was meant to be our first kiss...
I suppose now that if I had las
'I Wanna Be Famous, I Wanna Be Rich'You dont care for the message,'I Wanna Be Famous, I Wanna Be Rich'2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You dont care for the words,
All you want is fame and money,
For them you sold your soul.
You are pathetic, you do what they say.
How much more will your dream take?
You sold your body, so the video will flash,
You sold your dignity, for a promise of cash.
What did you become?
Who are you now?
A shadow of your old self,
Your 15 minutes is up
The fame has gone,
So are your friends.
You no longer matter
To the world of great.
Now you know that this shortcut
Was a mistake.
The price was too high,
Not worth this game.
The Perversity of WeSometimes on a quiet nightThe Perversity of We3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
due to my perversity,
or perhaps my common nature,
I dream awake of what may happen
should my twin die before me.
I may be walking calm and laughing
down city street or red rock ridge
and she would reach me over the miles
reaching straight to all five senses
reaching intense with her actions
Stronger than telepathies
often had when we were kids
stronger than futile restlessness
unexplained 'til mail arrives,
stronger than what may surround me
I know she would reach me.
I would see her clear as day,
clearer than the sights around me
and I'd know her way of going
and how she takes it
and what she knows if she goes.
It would bind, it would blind me,
it would choke me up completely.
I would stumble, likely fall,
and knowing all, be speechless
in the face of reachless
closeness sundered by her pall,
Whatever takes her liveliness
I couldn't stand at all.
Colourless LapdogI had a good childhood, until the age of nine,Colourless Lapdog2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Then my father decided that he wouldn't be mine
And I ran from the problems into my mother's warm lap.
My time in middle school was mostly spent,
By making jokes and having a scent,
And I hid my problems from my mother's warm lap.
One day my granny decided,
To hug her neck with a rope provided,
That the rope is bound to a tree,
So she could be gliding freely.
I've heard the news, I saw her hanging,
Afterwards the pictures in my head were quite damaging.
My mother's lap turned cold.
One day I came from school, tired and broken,
Not a word from my mom has been spoken,
She wasn't home, or maybe was she there,
From the garage door came a strange glare,
I ran towards it, she was noiselessly crying,
With a rope around her neck and close to dying,
I saw her, she saw me, she cried, I hid.
My mother's cold lap was unapproachable.
I walked to school like every other day,
But now I'll describe why I did pray.
I wasn't really f
A Silent Prayer...Words from the heart,A Silent Prayer...3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Cords and a harp,
Drumroll in the background,
People keep asking where am at now,
See me merge with the background,
Looking from the shadows,
Seeing this hate,
All this envy,
Eyes black and empty,
Damn this life of envy,
But am at a lose for words cuz I lost part of myself in the process,
Memories plunged into darkness,
In the onset,
I was plain unnoticed,
Mates claim they never noticed,
But that didn't make me lose ma focus,
Even when all my hopes were hopeless,
Guess ya'll know this,
It's makes you stronger,
Makes u hard,
But I don't wanna be a stranger for the most part,
I ain't tryna say ma days staring from the back were days of a broken heart,
Or days from the light to the dark,
Just sayin' it was no walk in the park,
Nights when I stare at the sky above me,
Nights when sleep decided to abandon me,
Tales of an insomniac,
Yo', Class of '05, N.T.I.C,
For the ones I lost and still live within me,
Know ya'll feel me,
I hope someday you'll remember me,
MurdererMurderer6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You shot me without using a gun
You stabbed me without using a knife
By breaking my heart you murdered me
And left me without a life
I have now suffocated
And I dont want to breathe
My life is forever dead
When youre not with me
I guess I shall be dark
When once I was sunny
I never thought it was possible
But now I am a walking mummy
Forever to walk without a purpose
Along the appointed sands
And I bet if you took a look
You would see my blood is on your hands
You shot me without using a gun
You stabbed me without using a knife
You foul murderer, you killed me
And left me to never rest in peace.
If onlyIf only, if only the Woodpecker sighed, and the Wolf cries to the Moon,If only6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Moon alone in the sky,
the pack not answering, no stars to join the moon in watching the earthly splendor,
the Wolf left on his own, shunned from his world.
The Moon left to her lonesome person, glowing orange, given a mournful keening to her ears, seen a wolf abandoned, "Not so different Wolf, you and I, I and you."
The wolf drifts through the forest, trying to run from his past, his memories that torment him.
All the while, the Moon watches on, self-absorbed in misery, glad for the light veil of fog, and lower mist.
The Wolf wishing that someone would acknowledge or notice him, he felt as if an omnipotent being had erased him from the world, passing others by as if he were an ant.
The Moon watched on till morn, when they both laid to rest on misery, contemplating their past and why they were cursed to this short existence, which had yielded more misfortune then bliss.
Both hoping for a better, happier form an
IdThe question repeats,Id1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
“Kelsey, what are you doing?”
I’m dreaming again.
In the Chill of the DayMolly, what are you doing under a draped green tarp over frozen white ice with such black water flowing fierce beneath it?In the Chill of the Day3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Why did you cut a hole in the ice and shiver under layers of thermal clothes covering your probably beautiful freckled skin?
Why do you have a fishing line dropped with a dead-weight sinker down in that hole you stand by; why are you so hungry?
My ears are warm in a knit cap that covers my head and gets me out of the house so I can carefully slide up toward Molly.
I see her mouth smile wide in a silent "hi" and the wind just howls over this black-and-green and frozen slick white ice lake.
I shrug small shoulders in my big down coat 'cause I'm not hungry, except when I look at Molly and always blush too much.
Who arrives next and pushes me hard on the pearly ice and into black water that splashes on me and in me; who does it?
I fall and fill up fast with water-weight that rushes in my head and spreads outward in my lungs and hurts, it hurts so much.
Molly grabs my h
Endless spiralI stare into the abisEndless spiral2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With a vacant expression
Tears welling in my eyes
The pain throbbing through my entire body
The confusion is so infuriating
Things looming at the back of my mind
The negativity creeping back
My head hurts
I feel weak
Unkowing why this feeling is coming back
When truthfully it only just left
I thought the skies were clear
But a raging storm stands firmly above my existence
the feeling of failure comes back
It all swarms every inch of my already aching body
I can't cope with this
I don't know what to do
I'm afraid of decisions I've made
Or that I make
I don't like the person I've become
I can't explain it
I don't understand this well know feeling
Its confusing me
The more I think
The more it captures me
This endless downward spiral
Consumes me once again.