Lost World
Look at her
Deeply
Further
Past those caverns
The soul behind a cloak of blue
It is deep but more desperate
You cannot fathom
She cannot be who you love
She gave Achilles his heel
The burns of all Styx and asphodel,
Proof of your indomitability,
Reforged to pay on their debts to god
Paris guided by her hand
Sun glints on the wormwood
Buried within his one flaw
Forever to be known for his failure
She is your mirror
Sacrificed for your sinful countenance
Red, white, and purple glow
Under all of your fabric
As your punishment for eye contact
You shall see her view
All the gnarls and strays
For only you see
She gave the moon purpose
Those hooks continue their trajectory
Ascend, sail, rise, and shoot
Those that must, may be provided their query
Though that choice the moon must make
She will walk the seas for that pleasure
Those tides sink and roar to its delight
But always underfoot
She is that void
That tear in light
That which seemed theoretical
That which can atomize a soul
Seen easily and escape impractical
All that is worthy
And all that is now
Cannot rescue you from this experience
Achilles can withstand any bow
Mirrors will always reflect
The moon will always pull the souls of men
And the void is inescapable
Those realities bind your choice with nettles and ivy
A low slope climbed every morn
That which is barely painless every day
You must withstand forever
That choice you make after waking
Must be made tomorrow
Those needles from yesterday
Will still be there
But why must this be true?
That which is steel can still rust
That which is sharp can dull
That does not have to change you
You are your reality
Love believes itself to be infinite
A contract that cannot be violated
It lives like a thief of your agency
That thief is what takes you from yourself
It takes your defences
It takes your beliefs
It makes you believe that this is a fair trade
You wake up every day to believe
That unconditional is not theft
To sell yourself for just a promise
Don't.
That choice every morning is yours
You do not have to sell yourself for anything
Like the moon, the void, or the gods
You are reality
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Look I don't really know where this one was going but I just couldn't focus on finals so Im just gonna write about whats on my mind. I originally was going to write about love and all but that's kinda been done a lot already. So I decided to write about the ways in which we change ourselves and the things we do for love, how we choose to put up this false reality to fit someone that really doesn't fit, and the damage it causes to oneself over time. See, said it wasn't about love. Sarcasm aside, I really like reality as a motif and the idea that it only exists as we perceive it, so it can be changed but not denied. I believe love for someone or thing is a choice made everyday and so that solution to the pain brought on by that nearly false feeling is solved by centering yourself and being honest with yourself. I don't really know anymore what I'm saying anymore here but I hope it was good and I hope you guys have some different opinion to discuss as well.