As above, so below. As the universe, so the soul.

Artist•Poet•Writer They/Them•Taurus•22 "You've always had the power, my dear. You just had to learn it for yourself."

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A guide to worship of Artemis- cheat sheets

Hellenic cheat sheets

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[selcouth-saudade]

Bio Poem

I cry when I’m angry

I cry when I’m sad

I cry a lot

I laugh until I can’t breath

I laugh through tears

I laugh at all the things that upset me

Because it makes it hurt a little less

I see beauty in the ugly

I see beauty in myself

Even when  don’t believe it is there

I love so hard it hurts

I love the people around me more than myself

I love till im exhausted and forget I need to focus on me sometimes too

I’m different, but not too much

I believe in love, I believe in science, I believe everyone is equal

I believe

I believe

I believe

But no one cares what I believe

Because I’m only sixteen

Too young to have an opinion

Too old to be a child

But treat me like one then demand I act my age

I’m starting to think they just want compliance

A pretty face who doesn’t speak what no one wants to hear

I’ve been to six different states

Only lived in one

I’ve fought for others rights

And marched the streets

I have attempted before and attempted again

But i fought and won each time

A battle that doesn’t end but i think I am winning

I have done stupid things

Just to prove a point

I can confidently say bleach doesn’t taste that great

I will change the world

And i will change the system

Too many murdered black men and women

Too many depressed and stressed teens

Too much racism in office

Too much bigotry in the world

Not enough justice

Not enough safety

Too many rights being stolen away

I will fight because too many suffer

Too many die

Too many 

Too many

Too many

When is too much enough?

How many have to die or take their own lives to please?

One is too many

One is enough

I want people to live happy

I want people to be free

And believe they can be who they want

Without living in fear

--Selcouth-Saudade

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I Am

I am the wolf

That cries to the moon

Every night on end

Till my vocal cords break

I am the demon

Cast from grace

Forced to lurk in the shadows

Till they consume me

I am the wendigo

Lurking through the woods

Forced to exist with the mistake

That cost me my humanity

I am the desire

Hiding in young eyes

Craving an affectionate touch

Or maybe two

--Selcouth-Saudade

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Icarus Fell

Icarus fell

So I fell too

In a flurry

Of raining feathers

Dripping wax

Sun stung skin

He fell

Reaching

For a divine hand

Not reaching back

I fell

Gasping

Because I was

Let go

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If I Could

If I could climb the highest mountain

Even if it makes me short of breath

I would

If I could adopt every cat I see on the street

Even if it makes me broke

I would

If I could love without fear

Even if it makes me reckless

I would

If I could know every secret of life

Even if it makes me insane

I would

There are plenty of "If I could, I would"s

But what about "If I hadn't"s?

If I hadn't, where would I be?

--Selcouth-Saudade

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You Think You Know Me

You think you know me

When you hear me sing along to my favorite song

When you watch me draw my favorite character

When you smell the conditioner in my hair

But do you know me?

You think you know me

When you hear the crack in my voice

When you watch me cry about the little things

When you smell the oncoming storm

But do you know me?

You think you know me

When you hear me scream about the unfair things in life

When you watch me rip my hair from my scalp

When you smell the iron from my bleeding heart

I don't think you know me

--Selcouth-Saudade

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Immortality

Immortality. Tell me, is it worth it?

Is it worth it, proud Hera of marriage, to watch divorce become the norm, to watch marriage become a farce?

Is it worth it, lovely Aphrodite of love, to watch people fall in fake love, to watch the mortals police what kind is allowed?

Is it worth it, brilliant Athena of wisdom, to watch them misuse your gift, to use their minds to hurt others?

Is it worth it, mystic Persephone, to watch your flowers wither in the too hot spring sun, to watch more and more souls collect on the bank of Styx?

Is it worth it, pure Hestia, to watch families become chaotic, to watch more and more mortals living without a home?

Is it worth it, wild Artemis, to watch your forests be reduced to twigs, to watch the creatures you so sacredly pursue become endangered?

Is it worth it, mother of nature Demeter, to watch the earth suffer, to watch it bleed sickness and pollution?

Is it worth it, powerful Hecate, to watch the mortals forget about the magic in everything, to watch the little witch in young girls' eyes burn out sooner and sooner?

Is it worth it, you pitiful mortals, to be forsaken and forgotten just as you forsake and forget?

Immortality. Was it worth it?

--Selcouth-Saudade

[thesupersass]

“Persephone climbed into her husband’s lap as if it were her throne, as if she never sat anywhere else. Hades, stiff and frightening to eyes of others, let the flower goddess run her fingers through his hair like any love drunk young man tasting the nectar of a woman’s love for the first time. To the world he was an unyielding and merciless king, but for her he was vulnerable and tender.”

— “Sundown,” Chapter 11

[insomniac-arrest]

reasons why I would make a great Greek God

petty

dramatic

Not Straight

doesn’t really moralize

would live on top of a perfectly climbable mountain and only descend to seduce pretty girls and mess with stuff

titties already tf out

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I Am From

I am from cold winters

From hot chocolate warming frigid fingers

And hours huddled on a couch

I am from pumpkin patch rides

From soggy grass

And camera flashes upon smiling faces

I am from sandy lake shores

From sub sandwiches on beach towels

And pink skin kissed by the sun

I am from rooms of chatter

From crowded kitchens warm with the smell of food

And whispered gossip between adults

I am from stick sword fights

From tree climbing

And giggling around a fire

Now childish ignorance has turned into something ugly,

Something that takes your breath away

And leaves scars maring your wrist

Family gatherings have gone from grandma's wet kisses

To prickling tears

And a tight feeling restricting your lungs

The apple may not fall far from the tree

But the absence of the tree

And the winded feeling when you hit the ground

Are rough every time

--Selcouth-Saudade

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Sounds

There's plenty of sounds                                                                                

To the music of life                                                                                              

Some large and booming

Some faint whispers in a lover's ear

The lie behind the laugh

Is bittersweet and heartfelt

As a tight betrayal in the lungs

Forces tears from the chest

Fireworks to celebrate the day of freedom

Can be a veterans grim reminder

Of the years they gave up

To keep up that freedom

Laughing can be heard from the street

As bright colored flags wave

In retaliation to suppression

And the rights to a lover

There's a pattern

And a different tune to each person's life

A rhyming scheme

That carries the song of life

Just because you don't hear the same music

Doesn't mean there's not different songs

Playing on the radio of the universe

So respect the other tunes

--Selcouth-Saudade

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The Human Is Born

He split her heart then split her body,

Casting half into the sky for his fellow gods

And the other as land to conceal her husband's fresh water body

Saltwater grandmother trapped above the clouds

Fresh water murderous grandfather stuck below ground

Marduk set his enemies to work

Maintaining this new land

His enemies riot

And burn their tools

His father comes with a solution

And calls upon Nintu

With the blood of Kingu

And clay from the new earth,

And spit of fellow gods

The human is born.

Bodies made for labor

And mind for worship

Gives the earth a little flavor

--Selcouth-Saudade

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Monster

When I lose control of the thing inside my head,

And my body is no longer my own,

Will I finally fall dead?

What is the thing,

Lurking in the mirror?

If these eyes are no longer mine,

Then who stares back,

Hair tangled and disheveled?

What happens,

When my blood freezes in my veins,

And I become as dead as those in the ground?

Does the darkness ever truly lift,

When you become the monster under the bed?

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Passion

I used to have a passion for life. I lost commitment to a world I no longer felt apart of and that passion dwindled. I tried to hold on, believe me I tried, but slowly footholds crumbled away. With each rejection, each betrayal, every time I got a dirty look from my peers, the footholds fell away… And my passion. Dwindled. Family reunions I used to smile in the face of now have me cringing. Because I cracked the code; I figured out that “Respect your elders” means “Be still, sit quiet while they tear you apart like wolves.” I still have scars. Teeth marks from when the wolves invited their friends and the gods forsake me. There's still scars. Thin red lines adorn my skin like the ones etched in cell walls recording how long I've been trapped. I've suffered. I've suffered so long in this prison of a mind where I'm a wolf; I'm the wolf tearing and biting and chewing till there's nothing but lines. And tears. And pain.

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Maybe there once was such a thing as Happily Ever After.

But not today

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My new goal in life: seduce the god of death so he'll never kill me and become immortal

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Underlying

Let your voice be heard!

With gaping jaws and jagged teeth

And fangs of steel!

Let your voice be heard

Problem child with a promising future

Deep dark secrets

Of animals in action

No, we're not crazy!

Deep dark secrets

Of truth and consequence

Makeshift slaughter houses

Make our bodies our hell

And the wildest dream

Makeshift slaughter houses

Fifty feet from the surface

Visions of earth

And native lands

A rare relic of the very earth

Visions of earth

Too hot to handle

The language of love

Makes smart women

Make dumb choices

The language of love

And lifeblood and liability

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