pac: pick a hozier, and i'll describe your power & thank you.
this was a fun writing practice! i had this in my drafts for so long, afraid of posting it because i wasn't sure how accurate it would be for everybody. hopefully you all enjoy it, and feedback would be lovely.
close your eyes, feel the energy surrounding behind your eyelids and throat and anywhere else, then choose the one that draws you in the strongest.
if you don't feel drawn to any of the pictures, keep scrolling :)
you smell like an electric thunderstorm, all energy and sharp teeth with sharper grins. cans strewn on the floor, a skateboard chipped at the edges, a glint in your eye - you are energy at its rawest form. you are the power and we feel it in our bones, the way you stare down beasts of all shapes and sizes, colors and textures. you are who extends the rest of tree branches. your veins are drunk with monster and energy drinks that entwine with adrenaline like no other person has. your power is the power to be so alive. you know how to live, vicarious, burning, bright. i ask you what makes you powerful, and you flash me a smile that has me toppling off cliffs for eternity, bound by the lasers in your eyes. you radiate so much raw love for life. you gift people their powers - you are the ultimate mother, red blazing in your eyes, red in your heart and head and veins. nothing in this world deserves your fear.
PILE 2 - the artist’s hand
you are the boulders of the rocks. when no one can face the war, when no one can stand against bloodshed anymore, you lift your chin and step up. you are regal, you radiate a royal energy, a commanding one that stops every creature in their tracks. you could crumble inside, become rubble and dust, yet on the outside, you will remain the same - unbroken, focused, steady. this is you: rage, torn up, falling apart; and this is what we see: someone who will stand their ground and never give up what they own. you are the gentle yet punishing bull, wading through the difficulties of life. your power is to be so incredibly strong. your power is to be so incredibly caring and kind, yet vicious and cutting. your power is that you are so collected on the outside, in ways that none of us can even hope to achieve. keep walking forwards, don’t let that crown tip. i see your pain and i recognize it. your power is that you are mother earth. you give birth to the beautiful and cut down the unbeautiful, transform it into something that serves you and the people you love. your power is to protect. you are so beautiful on the inside, love, i hope you see and know that. thank you for being so stable. thank you for being so serving. maybe it’s time to rest.
PILE 3 - aphrodite’s tears
imagine this - an apocalyptic scene, greyed and dying - the animals are starving, the vegetation is rotting, and the sky is bleak. now imagine this - goddess draped in ribbons, graceful fingertips dragging along the world. and suddenly all is beautiful again. your power is the power to bless the earth with your creativity, talent, endless and abundant love. you make everything beautiful again. you take a dead object and replenish it with your healing sound. you are a natural-born healer of people, the world, creatures of the mother’s creation - you are a natural-born healer of the collective. you open your mouth and all that comes out is pure love. you just radiate abundance and genuine gratitude, something we all fail to do. i admire how you see the world in colours unnamed by the world. i admire how you listen to music in undiscovered notes on the piano. i admire how you smile like no one else can. i admire you. we shine when you shine with a paintbrush in hand, painting us much more beautifully than we ever were. thank you for being sent to earth for this, bless you for blessing all of us. humanity would be so grey without you.
i love the way you burst with love. how you are filling to the brim with raw emotion, the way your heart races with an array of feelings, all placed neatly along the shelf of life. you collect emotions like i collect rocks - picking them carefully, examining them, storing them away. i love your hard mask. i love how quiet and dangerous you look, the way your eyes flash dark colors, the way your lips curl in devilish smiles. you think you play quiet, but do you really? in a crowd of mundane people, any god could point you out. though you're understated physically and though you try not to shine the spotlight to yourself, it inevitably comes. pluto's blessing is not something that can be tamed, and neither can the blessed be. you are wild deep down, you are a feral creature that shakes fear in all the lands. you are so deep that i cannot reach the bottom, no matter how i try - you are so deep that you drown in yourself, and i thank you for tasting and returning all the emotions in the world. i thank you for being so beautiful as you spill over the basin, overfilling.
PILE 5 - melancholy's whisper
you are soul as a human, the angry strum of an off-tune electric guitar, a ragged voice shouting into a void. thank you for carrying the world on your shoulders, thank you for taking care of atlas and his poor fate. even then, i see you with your guitar, standing alone on the cliff with waves lapping at the bottom, strumming to yourself. the wind, the sea, the skies - they take care of you, caress you when no one else will. here you are fluid, here you are one with the upper world, floating along with the music and the breeze. here, the only person in the world is you and your music. your bitterness has a sweet tinge to it, as if you'd chosen your fate this way, and as if this was something you'd made inevitable, doomed yourself to save another, and i thank you for being so selfless. the greeks would have marveled at such a perfect tragedy. your life, a modern day rewrite of a dramatic play, and yet you stand like a tower, waiting to reap your rewards. (whether they come or not). thank you for being so graceful as you soar in the air, an eagle with deadly talons and a heavy heart. thank you for being the way you are, a realistic reminder that we are not as strong as fantasy makes us out to be. thank you for being so human and yet so divine. thank you for being here.
PILE 6 - aladdin's reincarnation
i love people who want to push the limits of life. i love people who look into the sky and whisper to me, there's a lot more out there. we were meant for more. i love people with endless curiosity, fear thrown out the window because they want to do more. you are this person. your power is the power to be so damn curious, as if the world belonged to you, and you sailed the ships in the skies. there are a lot of people with lost imagination - they will tell you it's all a lie, that the images in the water are your dreams and that there aren't creatures waiting on the other side of the wall. you look at them and smile, all teeth, before diving in. your power is extending life, teaching all of us how to be full and whole. i love how you live, show me how. thank you for being so beautiful and endless. thank you for being so curious and full of life. thank you for being so exhilarating and exciting. thank you for never losing the glint in your eye, i love you so much.