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  • vellichor-and-wine
    13.06.2021 - 8 hours ago

    Some people call me sick and twisted. I feel that I'm neither; I am instead a Romantic.

    ~Kenzie Western
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  • catsandcopingmechanisms
    12.06.2021 - 1 day ago

    I like to romanticise ghost stories

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  • gravellyhex
    12.06.2021 - 1 day ago



    𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝗼𝐫 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐞𝐚; 𝐚 𝐠𝗼𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝗼𝐟 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲

    𝐢𝐧𝐧𝗼𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝗼𝗺𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝗼𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞

    𝐟𝗼𝐫𝗺𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝗺𝗼𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐬,

    𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝗼𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝗺𝗺𝗼𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝗼 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡, 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝗼𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞-

    𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝗼 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐞𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝗺𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝗼𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝗼𝐧 𝗼𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧

    𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝗼𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞, 𝐭𝗼 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝗺𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝗼𝐮𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝗼 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝗼𝐥𝐯𝐞 𝗼𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬

    𝐒𝗼 𝐎𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐟𝗼𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝗼𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝗺𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

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  • den-eimai-tipota-psagmeno
    11.06.2021 - 1 day ago

    Η γαλήνη που νιώθεις όταν μπαίνεις στην θάλασσα για πρώτη φορά μετά από καιρό, η μυρωδιά της, η άμμος βρεγμένη από το νερό, το αλάτι π μένει στα μαλλιά σου και σε κάνει να μυρίζεις θάλασσα, τα ηλιοβασιλέματα και τα όνειρα που κάναμε όταν την κοιτούσαμε. Για πάντα η σανίδα σωτηρίας μου.

    #poem#books#poetry#love #books and libraries #poems on tumblr #poet#greek posts#θαλασσα
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  • professorlehnsherr-almashy
    11.06.2021 - 1 day ago

    A/N The Sam/Persephone saga continues as they is confronted by Karli/Orpheus.

    Orpheus plead
    My goddess hear my plead
    The world has gone to ruin
    Only you can change the tides
    You are no poor man's wife
    Not born in splendor
    Like me created to survive
    I'm a humble servant
    who is forced to cause disturbance
    to take arms against injustice
    Against those who fortuna has more than blessed
    I am no ghost in a machine
    I am here to cause a grand scene
    Someone needs to set us free
    And if its not you my Queen
    Then you better pray it be not me
    Cause I will reap and not forget
    No more regret
    Return to us
    Retrace those mortal steps
    Close your eyes and see with your heart
    Now that's a start

    J. E. L. Lehnsherr new deity saga continued

    #j. e. l. lehnsherr poems #karli morgenthau#fatws karli#fatws sam#fatws au #Karli morgenthau mood board #Karli deserves better #Team flagsmashers#poetry #greek myth moodboard #greek myth poetry #greek mythology retelling #orpheus #Karli and Sam #sam wilson#young poets #Karli was right #Gosh that girl really deserves the world #I hated her ending #It was not fair #Marvel cannot cope with strong female characters #And she was the voice of our generation #At least of mine #sobbing forever #j. e. l. lehnsherr new deity saga
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  • professorlehnsherr-almashy
    11.06.2021 - 2 days ago

    A/N I managed to create a Persephone poem without Hades sorry Sebastian/Bucky but Antonie/Sam deserves the spotlight. Also I'm trying to work on a recreation of the Orpheus myth with Karli as Orpheus who tries to get their voice heard about the injustice which is going on, in the mortal world and only Sam/Persephone is listening.

    Persephone II
    sweet fruitful goddess mine
    blessed me with thy Immortal kiss
    your love is a trail of daffodils
    your taste is pomegranate sour reviving
    I am sweet for your everlasting kiss
    Purifty me oh goddess of life and death
    Have mercy my lady
    As I forever cherish the times we spend dancing around in the fields of Rye
    Those endless Summer Nights when it's too hot to sleep
    fly to me
    On wings of a black dove
    Guide Me me sweet lover
    so I can be  worthy 
    my heart is Golden
    my soul is led poison heavy
     my mind is a garden fruitful
    my quill it's beautiful gardener
    so whisper those words of freedom
    I shall write your melodies forever

    J. E. L. Lehnsherr new deity saga continued

    #j. e. l. lehnsherr poems #j. e. l. lehnsherr new deity saga #poetry #sam wilson deserves the world #sam wilson#Antonie Mackie#Fatws au #greek myth poetry #greek myth moodboard #greek mythology retelling #sam wilson moodboard #young poets #Hadestown is inspiring asf #persephone#aspie writer #I'm still procrastinating sending away my manuscript as you can tell
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  • aiwnios-efhvos
    11.06.2021 - 2 days ago

    Στον παράδεισο έχω σημαδέψει ένα νησί, απαράλλαχτο εσύ και ένα σπίτι στη θάλασσα.

    -Οδυσσέας Ελύτης

    #poems and quotes #sad poem#love poem#love poetry #but i still love you #οδυσσέας ελύτης#greek quotes#quotes #i think im in love #i think im gonna cry #ilysm <3 #i love you #ellhniko tumblr #artists on tumblr #art#love quote #i wanna be your lover
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  • aiwnios-efhvos
    11.06.2021 - 2 days ago

    Φοβάμαι τους έρωτες δίχως μέλλον, και το μέλλον δίχως έρωτες.

    -Γιώργος Σεφέρης

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  • maybe-the-good-girl
    11.06.2021 - 2 days ago


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  • den-antexwallo
    11.06.2021 - 2 days ago

    Και  όμως όλοι σκοτώνουν ότι αγαπάνε.

    Άλλοι το κάνουν μ’ ένα βλέμμα, άλλοι με κολακευτικά λόγια.  Οι δειλοί σκοτώνουν με το φιλί και οι θαρραλέοι με το σπαθί.

    Άλλοι σκοτώνουν νέοι ότι αγαπάνε άλλοι όταν γεράσουν… άλλοι το πνίγουν με τα χέρια της ηδονής. Άλλοι με χέρια από χρυσάφι. Ο επιεικής βάζει μαχαίρι γιατί από μαχαίρι ο πεθαμένος κρυώνει γρήγορα.Άλλοι δεν αγαπούν αρκετά, άλλοι αγαπούν υπερβολικά. 

    Άλλοι πουλάνε, άλλοι αγοράζουν.

    Άλλοι κλαίνε όταν σκοτώνουν, άλλοι δεν κουνάνε βλέφαρο. Γιατί όλοι σκοτώνουν ότι αγαπάνε αλλά δεν πεθαίνουν όλοι επειδή το σκότωσαν.

    ~Η μπαλάντα της φυλακής Ρέντιν

    Oscar Wilde

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  • writingsbysam
    10.06.2021 - 3 days ago

    An Age Ago

    The first time I see your face is in anger. We’re stranded in the morning light, framed by lilies and lavender, clinging together in the garden, cast away from everything we know by the claws of a cruel God. Your eyes are dark brown and your lips look like a refuge, you are the most beautiful woman in the universe, a goddess of love and wisdom. You remind me of a hurricane and your dress’s laces weave together like strands in a loom. You’re angry with me, as always, and your dark hair flowed over your shoulders like venom. The rolling hills smell of incense and myrrh. –(Some nights, secretly, when Father’s ear is turned from us, I think I’d rather reek of brimstone.)– We are in the age before ages, when our love is never known and never remembered.

    The second time goes much the same as the first, though this time I meet you in a dirty alehouse and there is no garden here. You don’t look the same, dresses traded for britches this lifetime, raven's feathers for bronze hair and dark eyes for diamonds. Your voice is deep and low but still as lovely and still yours. I would know that voice by the way it shakes the glasses on the table alone, the way it raises goosebumps on the arm.

    You’re not a noble knight, though your ruthless efficiency makes for a lovely assassin. It’s a stark reversal of our previous million lives. It almost makes me wonder who tempted whom. I work the bar and you come in covered in mysterious dark spots, and if I were a dumber woman I’d ask questions. I’m not though and we never formally meet but I mess up your drink the first night and get the verbal thrashing of a lifetime to prove it.

    Last comes the chapter in the desert, as every good story has. It starts the same as the last one, ripped from our beds by the rules of physics (or god, both are mysteries.). The pronghorn jump over barbed wire fences and the sun burns our skin like ants in a magnifying glass. I hate you for the longest time. It’s a story of anticlimaxes. Of all the things we go through on this journey it’s the little things that matter the most. Sure, there’s box hair dye and haircuts given with nothing more than a rusty steak knife, there’s the metallic scent of blood staining the night irreparably, there are kidnappings and science that is almost more science fiction than fact, but the little things mattered far more.

    When we sat underneath the stars on the hood of the broken down Chevy, brought together by cruelty and shared suffering. It’s where we became friends for the first time. Then at the motel, a terrible vintage Sci-Fi on the television and our fingers dyed from doing each other’s hair. I fell in love with you then.

    See, we’re here again and maybe for once we’ll get this right. There’s no garden here but there is no Father either.

    A pretty girl with dark eyes and dark hair walks into my English class one afternoon.

    “And who might you be?” I ask with a leer. The pretty girl smiles anyway.

    “I’m Eve,” she sticks out a hand. I take it.

    “Lily,” I reply. Her face turns solemn and she looks at me for a long moment.

    “Have we met before?” she asks.

    “A long long time ago, I think.”

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  • fuckit-poetry
    10.06.2021 - 3 days ago

    he weeps in his solitude

    and calls for my name

    as though it would bring life back to me;

    as though it would bring me back to him.

    — pa-tro-clus

    #im not doing that great im sorry #this one was sitting for so long in my drafts.. always unfinished and i thought #maybe it is meant to be unfinished #like an aborted thought? #idk im sorry #patrochilles #the song of achilles #achilles#patroclus#the iliad#love poem#love poetry#poem#poetry#tsoa #the song of achilles poem #ancient greek mythology and lore #ancient greek mythology #ancient greek poetry
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  • professorlehnsherr-almashy
    10.06.2021 - 3 days ago

    I gave in kids

    Here's the SamBucky (or whatever the heck you call Antonie and Seb together) Version

    #j. e. l. lehnsherr poems #poetry#SamBucky #sam x bucky #FATWS mood board #Listen I tried to edit in them rolling around in the field but Canva wouldn't stop making it a green mess #So you gotta imagine them rolling around in the field #Antonie Mackie and Sebastian Stan #Sebastian Stan/Bucky is Hades #Antonie Mackie/Sam Wilson is Persephone #Both are gorgeous #greek mythology retelling #Marvel poetry
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  • professorlehnsherr-almashy
    10.06.2021 - 3 days ago

    A/N I've been distracted by the spoil bastard muse that is Sebastian Stan so this poem has a Hades line too. So there will be a Persephone part two without Hades hopefully


    Daffodils covert the ground when you robbed me

    Carried me away on your chariot of black steeds

    Seduced me to stay

    With  pomegranates  seeds

    Six for every month

    Oh dreadful parting from my beloved green!

    Return to me oh sweet lover

    My holy Queen

    turn the rotten dark madness into a sweet heather field where we can idle until the night threads to make us their prey

    I never promised you a rose garden as destruction is in my nature

    Yet you are the only flower I ever dared to pluck

    Love your broken self

    Like you love that old book on your shelf

    The one you haven't read in ages which you couldn't be parted from

    Yet joy still sparks in you when you skimm through the pages

    Learn to love yourself as you love the changing of the season

    Everything happens for a reason

    As I part from darkness into the brightest of days

    I kiss your frosty lips and whisper

    "You will be missed"

    J. E. L. Lehnsherr - Persephone - New deity saga continued!

    #j. e. l. lehnsherr poems #New Deity Saga #poetry#Antonie Mackie#Sam Wilson#Okay fuck #So this poem is a mess #Like it's very much a fucking SamBucky one considering Hades appears in it and Hades is Bucky aka Sebastian Stan in the original saga #So I'm probably going to write a second poem about Persephone #Poetry#young poets #It said narciss flowers at the beginning so I googled what they are and they turned out to be daffodils #I only remember the narciss flowers they collected but didn't knew it were daffodils #Persephone #greek myth poetry #greek myth moodboard #greek deities #J. E. L. Lehnsherr new deity saga
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  • anthodesmia
    09.06.2021 - 4 days ago

    Να ερωτεύεσαι σημαίνει να πεθαίνεις

    Δεν θυμάμαι ποιά ήμουν πριν σε γνωρίσω πώς ήταν να γελάω χωρίς να ψάχνω το βλέμμα σου τριγύρω και πώς γυρνούσα τα βράδια σπίτι μου, ανέμελη, δίχως να προσμένω να φανείς ξαφνικά στην είσοδο να το πιάσουμε απ’ εκεί που μ’ άφησες. Στ’ αλήθεια δεν θυμάμαι ποιά ήμουν δεν πρέπει ν’ αγαπούσα πολύ τους ανθρώπους θυμάμαι στο ‘χα πει τα πρώτα βράδια μας κι εσύ μου χαμογέλασες

    οι άνθρωποι δεν αλλάζουν επειδή πληγώνονται ή επειδή ωριμάζουν, όχι, όχι, οι άνθρωποι αλλάζουν επειδή αγάπησαν επειδή για μια στιγμή μου κράτησες το χέρι με καλοσύνη γι’ αυτό αγάπησα τον κόσμο που σε γέννησε και μόνο γι’ αυτό.

    Δεν θυμάμαι ποιά ήμουν πριν σε γνωρίσω ποιανού το όνομα συλλάβιζε η βροχή όπως έπεφτε τις νύχτες στο τσίγγινο   ποιόν περίμενα να μου χτυπήσει την πόρτα τα βαρετά απογεύματα που διάβαζα κι όταν τ’ ανοιξιάτικο χώμα γεννούσε τα πρώτα λουλούδια δεν θυμάμαι ποιανού το σώμα επιθυμούσα κι έχω ξεχάσει πού έτρεχα και ποιανού τον λαιμό αναζητούσα να ξαπλώσω εκεί νοητά όταν πόναγα πριν να σε γνωρίσω.

    βλέπεις, να ερωτεύεσαι δεν σημαίνει να δίνεσαι ούτε να γίνεσαι ένα ούτε ν’ αξίζει η ζωή σου λίγο παραπάνω ούτε να βγάζουν νόημα όλα τα ερωτικά τραγούδια τα συνθήματα σε τοίχους και τα δάκρυα όχι, δεν είναι τίποτε απ’ αυτά.

    Να ερωτεύεσαι σημαίνει να πεθαίνεις

    χωρίς υπόσχεση αναγέννησης.

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  • achillies-come-down
    09.06.2021 - 4 days ago

    Never regret thy fall, O Icarus of the fearless flight For the greatest tragedy of them all Is never to feel the burning light

    - Oscar Wilde

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  • bigtittiezbigheart
    09.06.2021 - 4 days ago

    Αν κάποτε χαθώ Και μες στο χάος πάω να καταστραφώ Πες μου πως θα έρθεις να με βρεις Τη δύναμη να πάρεις να έρθεις να με δεις.

    Αν κάποτε πάψω να αναπνέω Και μέσα μου αρχίζω πια να καίω Πεσμου ότι την άκρη θα τη βρεις Μαζί μου να κάτσεις να συλλογιστείς

    Ήρθε ο καιρός και ήρθες στα σιωπηλά Όταν τα φύλλα άρχιζαν να πέφτουν σιγά σιγά Και σύ σηκώθηκες, το δρόμο μου έδειξες θαρρώ Όταν θελήσω μόνη μου να έρθω να σε βρω

    Μην με παρεξηγήσεις όμως Της φιλίας ο δρόμος είναι μεγάλος πόνος Μα οποίος θελήσω να ρωτήσει τι μου Ήσουνα εσυ Δυο λέξεις θα τους λέω και ας μείνει η πρόταση κενή

    Μη με παρεξηγήσεις πάλι Όταν παραιτηθώ και βάλω κάτω το κεφάλι Θα έρθουν αυτές οι μέρες που ολα γυρω μου θα σβήσουν Θα θολώσουν, θα Γκριζ άρουν και ύστερα θα μαυρίσουν.

    Κι όταν κάποτε αγγίξω τον ουρανό

    Κουράγιο να έχεις θα Μαι πάλι εδώ

    Δάκρυα μη φύγουν μη τρεξουν λεπτό

    Περήφανος να σαι , από ψηλά τραγουδώ.


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  • gravellyhex
    08.06.2021 - 4 days ago

    🌾 𝑮𝒂𝒆𝒂✨


    𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝗼𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝗼 𝗺𝐚𝐧𝐲

    𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐔𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬, 𝐬𝐲𝗺𝐛𝗼𝐥 𝗼𝐟 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝗼𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐬-

    𝐆𝐚𝐞𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝗼𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝗼𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝗼𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝗺𝐞𝐥𝗼𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬

    𝐀 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝗼𝐟 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝗼𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝗺𝗼𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐡𝗼𝗼𝐝,

    𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝗼𝐟 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭- 𝐩𝗼𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐧𝗼𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐝

    𝐀 𝗺𝗼𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝗼𝐟 𝐠𝗼𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞,

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