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immortal-hydrozoa · 7 months

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seasons of time

…and with the death of green meadows comes the cycle of renascentia. after the amber tones fall to decay. when the autumn rain becomes the hallowing silence of winter. when not a single tree moves, as though the wind is holding its breath; the snowflakes slowly floating to the ground, defying gravity's pull; as though time itself has frozen from the cold. that is when the first snowdrops of persephone appear from the earth’s stained white blanket. it will all grow & whither again until the end of time. and with the death of green meadows comes the cycle of renascentia…

start wherever you may. there is no beginning.

#poem #poetry #seasons #summer #autumn #winter #spring #five senses #decay #snow #frozen #green #amber #snowdrops #persephone

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immortal-hydrozoa · 7 months

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ambrosia’s illusion (a pt 2 lmfaoo)

a cruel game, even for the fates; dangling ambrosia a breath away from a mortals taste.

sadistic smiles watch hesitant eyes weep from just the sight.

forever reaching for it’s deadly nourishment.

screams tear through delicate skin when their wrinkled bones, inevitably, wrap around her young throat.

shoving her body into a void; an abyss of stench and confusion. cackles echo at her earthly delusion.

yet the gods hover closer, the song of sirens playing, allowing a single drop to reach a tongue aging.

but the heavenly flavor turns putrid, damnation for even daring to taste it.

pleads for one more drop fall on nonexistent ears, so the only thing she feels is her tears.

the illusion crumbles to reveal the rotten flesh of her past lover, a punishment to starve for eternity in longing hunger.

#poem #poetry #metaphor #greek gods #greek mythology #ambrosia #illusion #the fates #chest pain #a taste of the divine #love bombing

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immortal-hydrozoa · 10 months

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ambrosia

i found a boy

who sounds like honey

and looks like sin

he smells like comfort

feels like rain

and tastes like mint

with dark curls

an ink covered wrist

and warm coffee for eyes

he radiates sweet butterflies

my dreams gone rogue

a delectable soul

a chipmunk if i may

an hour of pay sacrificed

just for three mice

an inchworm in a tree

just for a spiderweb free

my gaze shifts to green canopy

yet i feel his gaze on me

grins for a crinkled nose

pecks for a freckled cheek

his words spill honesty

insistent questions about hunger

introduced to repetitive denial

yet green eyes gaze upon a figure

between a counter and stove

blueberry waffles

mouthwatering chicken

the taste of cheap wine

exchanged for the flavor of mint

a deck of cards

lost for the preference of warm skin

i’m ruinous

he’s catastrophic

a lover of games

unfamiliar to sincerity

a sleeve of hearts

uninterested in the play of minds

avoidant and anxious

grounded and reassured

i’m dreaming

he’s sleeping

a moral dilemma of easy existing

it’s ambrosia in human form

#ambrosia #greek gods #greek mythology #greek poetry #poems and poetry #poem #poems on tumblr #poetry #about a boy #dark hair #brown eyes #five senses #wine #he can’t be real

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immortal-hydrozoa · 2 years

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for context *someone drew me a crab in a place that is not near the ocean and i vented this out cus i was sad n listening to angsty classical music lol enjoy

Aquarius

why

why do i have to feel something

when my eyes look across my room

to the drawing of an out of place crab

you spent time to make for me

to the drawing

i spent time adding reds and greens to

why

do your actions

not match your actions

and your words

do not match your words

you do this

but then you do that

you say you want this

but then say you want that

back and forth

like waves of the ocean

you live up to your sign

oceans

that make me smile like the sun

oceans

that make my heart race w excitement

every. time. i see it’s blue face

oceans

that can be so refreshing

but I tire of the ocean

when it’s waves continue to crash

back

and forth

over

and over

again

and again

it loses its appeal

for a while

the ocean is tolerated

i am fine sitting with ‘how it is’

but how long can I sit in the sand

before walking away

to find something better

how long is the ocean expecting me

to sit on its shores

watching it go back

and forth

oceans

that i love

how much do you expect me to take?

will it be once i’ve shriveled completely

from your salt and sun

that you finally tell me

if you will come or go?

but that’s the thing about the ocean

it will never decide if it will come or go

it will only continue in its ways

back

and forth

i cannot stay in the ocean forever

drowning or shriveling from the salt

would be the only outcome

so my only option

is to walk away from the sand

away from your sun

to find a tree perhaps

rooted in the ground

that will never leave my side

oceans

with its beautiful blues

why do you treat me so?

why

do i have a drawing

of a fucking crab

that is not in the ocean

where it belongs?

why

are the reds of the crab

not mixing with the blues of the ocean

like it is supposed to?

it’s supposed to be with the ocean

right?

it’s supposed to run along the sand

until the sun fails to rise

dancing with the ocean

back

and forth

but perhaps i am not a crab

perhaps i can no longer be a crab

oceans

with its reflective waters that i long for

with its contagious ways

why won’t you decide?

in ways, you already have

though i refuse to accept it

or hear it

as you are made of waves

and i do not speak wave

you have caused many storms

that blur my vision

and flow down my cheeks

until it flows from my wrists too

why am i sitting in this storm?

why do i not seek shelter

under a beloved tree?

i cant wait to reach my grounding tree

but until that day comes

i know i will continue

to sit in these storms

that seem to never cease

because of your tides

oceans

that i can’t seem to walk away from

no matter how much i want to

why do you not care

that you are causing these storms?

over

and over

i know you see them

your wind tells me you’ll change

again

and again

but that is not what oceans do

however i try to no end

to help your waves too

maybe if i keep dancing with the tide

it will finally decide

to stop causing these storms

but

it never will

i am accepting that now

the salt has shriveled me more

than your water has refreshed me

since i cannot be in the ocean

and i have come to realize

that i fucking hate sitting in the sand

i will go find myself a lovely tree

fuck you

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haven’t written a poem in years oof but wanted to share ok bye

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