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thepoeticskullqueen · 1 year

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your whole vibe is marvelous !!

Thank you darling!

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ao3feed-mythology · 4 years

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The Taste of Pomegranates

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by TheSevenWondersOfAWitch

His skin was pale as ivory. Her’s was warm like the sun that shone above her mother’s fields, where she left bright new flowers in her wake.

(Can also be read on my Tumblr, ThePoeticSkullQueen)

Words: 357, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Ancient Greek Religion & Lore

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Hades (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Persephone (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Persephone (Hadestown), Persephone (Lore Olympus), Kore (ancient Greek religion and lore), Demeter (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Zagreus (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Hera (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Zeus (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Cerberus (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Hades (Hadestown), Minthe (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Aidoneus (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Aidoneus and Kore (ancient Greek religion and lore)

Relationships: Hades/Persephone (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Aidoneus/Persephone (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore)

Additional Tags: ThePoeticSkullQueen - Freeform, thesevenwondersofawitch, Poems, Love Poems, Poetry, Poetic, Inspired by Hades and Persephone (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), References to Ancient Greek Religion & Lore, Persephone Goes Willingly With Hades (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), The tale of Hades and Persephone

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thepoeticskullqueen · 2 years

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#I got Melancholy #which for me is accurate.#what emotion do you create from #artists on tumblr #art #artistic #writing #drawing #painting #photography #poetry #poets on tumblr #sculpting #digital artists #art Quiz #thepoeticskullqueen #poet #melancholy

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thepoeticskullqueen · 2 years

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I want a girlfriend who'll dress up in flowy clothes and flower crowns with me so we can dance in the woods together and kiss beneath the moon and stars

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thepoeticskullqueen · 3 years

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Rain were the tears that fell on the day we said goodbye.

And rain are the tears that fall from the evening sky when you die.

May in death you find peace.

And may you always be remembered for the smiles and laughter shared, the memories that were made, and the mark you left on all who knew you.

Rain are the tears that fall on this day.

~ ThePoeticSkullQueen

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thepoeticskullqueen · 3 years

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To My Dearest Friend,

The smell of rain layered the air on the day we said farewell.

Rain that had fallen in the morning around where you dwelled.

My heart ached too much for me to remain awake, so as they took you away I retreated and locked myself away.

Sleep came easily and when I awoke, it was to the news that you had slipped away from the land of the living peacefully with those you loved near.

The news brought on a sense of dread, for I knew it was likely I would crumble if I thought about you.

I wanted to scream for the unfairness of it all that you were taken so soon when we thought you still had time with us.

Many long years we shared, but it would never be enough.

Only two weeks ago you were your usual self, but I awoke to learn of your decreasing health.

You stopped eating and soon stopped drinking, and I knew what it meant.

But still, I allowed myself the smallest glimmer of hope that you'd soon be back to your old self.

And when I was awoken by mother to come give you a kiss and hug, I told myself you'd be coming home, that this wasn't goodbye. That you were getting fluids and would be back.

And in a way, I was right.

Only you did not come home.

I would not get to hug you or kiss you again. Or watch the joy in your eyes as you chewed on a tennis ball.

Together we learned and played, and oh, how you loved to play.

And as I grew, so did you. I colored my hair, yours turned white.

And now our time together has come to an end.

And with you goes another piece of my childhood. Splitting off into the universe to be woven into the fabric.

And I feel the loss of the comfort your presence brought.

I feel alone.

You were perhaps the last piece connecting me to who I was before. To my childhood and the simple days spent in the yard playing.

And in a way, it is bittersweet. Saying goodbye to you was like saying goodbye to what remained of my childhood.

You were a loyal and smart companion. A spirit so wild, you could not be tamed no matter how hard anyone tried.

That's part of what I loved about you.

I will always remember the intelligence your eyes held and how you always seemed to know when someone was sad. You brought us both joy and tears, but always you filled our hearts with unconditional love.

And now, as the hours tick by and I watch the night sky, I finally allow myself to feel what I had not before.

It feels like I'm drowning and it would consume me entirely if I let it.

But I promise you I will reach the surface and will be alright. I will always love and miss you, but in time I will be fine.

We'll all be fine.

Until we meet again, my dearest friend.

~ ThePoeticSkullQueen

✨Cole.✨ June, 2007 - Friday, August 20th, 2021.

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thepoeticskullqueen · 2 years

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I speak when spoken to and smile so that no one sees, but inside I'm screaming because all I feel and see, is the neverending misery waiting to swallow me.

~ ThePoeticSkullQueen

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thepoeticskullqueen · 3 years

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A Trick Of The Mind

Why would I run, if I could just jump, and greet the death that awaits me?

Why be afraid, when I could just embrace my fate?

We cry tears for those who are no longer here. We mourn them, but why do we insist on not letting go?

Is there really anything out there after we die?

Or is everything we know a lie?

We cry, we die. But what if it all was a lie?

From the moment of our birth, it is like we live only to survive and not to thrive.

What if we all died, fighting on the same side. Looking for a way to silence the mind.

What is reality?

What is insanity?

Is it all just inside my head?

A trick of the mind.

Maybe it's a way to cope with what is really happening in this world.

I never thought I'd be here.

I always get told to be strong. But how can I be strong? When I can't control my body, let alone my mind.

You feel like your mind is trying to betray you (I Feel like my mind is betraying me), but still, you fight.

Why?

You're a warrior, a fighter since birth.

But will you ever win?

Can you?

The battle rages on inside your head.

And sometimes it feels like it would be easier if you were dead.

But today could be the day, when your heart and mind become one, when the battle is won.

What if everyday is a blessing in disguise, and right before your eyes, a landscape forms.

A way to escape, to use your imagination, let yourself become lost beneath the tide.

~ ThePoeticSkullQueen

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thepoeticskullqueen · 3 years

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The Cawing In The Wind

As the darkness retreats, so must I.

For stunning light graces the sky.

And now it is time for me to die.

Hear my call in the cawing of the birds, I never have had a way with words.

Feel my touch in the winds caress, when all seems lost I must digress: That while I lack knowledge in the ways of man, I make up for with the wonders of nature.

Fight or flight may soon kick in, and a lone path may be how to win.

Let me in, let me in, you awful bird. Before your neck may be cut by a sword.

I'm darkness in the night, the one that so many take delight.

Remember, remember, that it is I, the darkness who lives in oblivion.

And should you need me,

I'll never be further than the cawing in the wind.

~ ThePoeticSkullQueen

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thepoeticskullqueen · 2 years

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I wish things were different. I wish I was better.

Especially as I feel drowned beneath the ice in this cold weather.

~ ThePoeticSkullQueen

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thepoeticskullqueen · 3 years

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A War Inside Your Skull

Build yourself a landscape, fill it with paper flowers, listen to the sounds, like only you know how.

If you go under, then it's okay, because you are real, we were real.

Landscapes filled with paper flowers.

Music playing softly for hours.

This is what it means to live. You are not alone.

We are not alone.

You are stronger than you think.

You feel like your mind is trying to betray you, yet you still fight.

A war is raging in your skull, but however will you break free?

Why, just come with me.

~ ThePoeticSkullQueen

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thepoeticskullqueen · 3 years

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I can't stop thinking, and sometimes I have problems speaking.

So instead I write in hopes that with all my might, I may find another path.

~ ThePoeticSkullQueen

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thepoeticskullqueen · 4 years

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Is it too much to ask for a god guy to appear in my mother's grove when I'm picking flowers and offer to make me his Queen of the Underworld?

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thepoeticskullqueen · 4 years

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Pain is what I feel when I look at the sun

White is what I see as I close my eyes

Darkness is there yet it is the light that haunts me

Death is kinder but life is the torture

I wonder still

Will I feel it as I fall down

Or will I simply wake and not breath

Will it hurt as the flames consume me

Or will it bring comfort like no other

Pain is what I feel when I look at the sun

But sane is what I remain

Knowing that one day I will experience the flames

~ ThePoeticSkullQueen

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thepoeticskullqueen · 4 years

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Why don't people have weddings in graveyards? Dead people like to party too!

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thepoeticskullqueen · 4 years

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Why do I breath while others drown?

Why do others smile when I frown?

Why does the sun shine when all seems dark?

Why am I still alive when all I want is to die?

Why do I cry when I am the one who is supposed to be happy?

Why do I smile when I see blood?

Why do I laugh when I see fire burning a neighbor's home?

Why am I constantly fighting the urge to do harm?

Why? Because I am just waiting for the day I meet death when the sky is red with blood and the grass is withered beneath my feet, and when I take his hand, I intend to become his queen.

~ ThePoeticSkullQueen

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