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"What a Shame"

“You’re bound to die alone” they say Their faces drawn with pity They tut and shake their heads, The disappointment clear as day “You’ll tear your future into shreds! What a waste, a face this pretty!” As if my fate was drawn when I just chose a different way

“My friends bring me such joy, such bliss!” “It’s not the same” they claim You say I’m on my own? The way I see it is like this When I was broken, my friends came They’ve never left me sad, alone That love they show is strong and true, even without a kiss

“You’ll never find true happiness” They say, “how sad you’ll be” I know myself, my heart And maybe it can be a mess But forcing myself to depart From such a vital part of me Would never make me more fulfilled, it'd only make me less

“Aren’t you afraid to die alone?” They ask, confusion shown I smile, on my sunny steps, and simply answer “No.”

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Pandora's Box of Helping Hands

I knew I shouldn’t trust you When you left Pandora’s box You said you were a helping hand, a blessing from the gods Pandora, nearly driven mad Was quick to let you go But the rest of us, so foolish, were enamored by your glow We ignored the signs The way your eyes would glint with greed Too enraptured to consider you should never have been freed

Silver-tongued, You promised then You’d ease our sorrows, be our friend We could all rest easy Knowing that the work was done You’d write our books and paint our murals, leave no task undone But still we worked in fields As you learned all of our songs We all felt worse than ever while you told us nothing's wrong

You crafted all our pottery Til there was nothing left to make When you gathered up the clay you drained away our only lake You comforted our youth Made yourself their only friend You told them they don’t have to think, when they can just depend Everybody needed you For things we once had known We were too impressed to notice we were thirsty and alone

Soon enough, the rest forgot How it felt to live without your hand Try as I might to spread the word, they do not want to understand I recall the creativity The light, the hope that fire brought But our fire was blown out the day we opened that forbidden box I remember how it felt To mold and shape each piece of clay Yet no one seems to care that you have taken it away

You stripped me of my future My path now laid in thorns I quake under the rubble of the path that you have torn But you can never take the joy My time and effort reaps You cannot steal my passion, or the way my spirit leaps You can sell your misery in crystal envelopes But no matter what, I know that you will never steal my hope.

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"Theseus Forgot"

When Theseus left home, He promised he’d stay safe. His mother said goodbye, And then they shared one last embrace. He left to claim his destiny, and did not shy from enemies; All mem’ry of the oath he swore was gone without a trace.

He faced his share of danger, The vilest of thieves; His confidence inflating With each vict’ry he achieves. So when he heard his people’s fate, Theseus didn’t hesitate- He volunteered to take the place of one they'd give to Crete.

As Theseus was leaving, His lesson not let learned, He promised to his father “You’ll know when I’ve returned. On the day our ship comes back, you'll see its sails are white, not black And know that I am living and you needn’t be concerned.”

So he was sent to Crete, And met a princess there. “Aid me, and I’ll marry you” This was the oath he sware. So Ariadne guided him, and led him through his trial grim And thus he slew the Minotaur, and they escaped its lair.

But he forgot his promise, As soon as that first isle. And left poor Ariadne there, With simply “Sorry” and a smile. And so, uncaring and alone, Theseus then sailed home Thinking only of the fame he’d earn in just a while.

But lo, and to his horror- It was not praise he found. Instead, it was his father’s corpse, Upon the stony ground. One thing Theseus forgot- the proper sail he raised not; And so his father thought him dead, and in his grief he drowned.

Theseus had won, But lost what was most dear No mother there to comfort him, No wife to wipe his tears. And so one final oath he swore- that he’d be better than before But by now I’m sure it’s clear, that he forgot once more.

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"Icarus Is Free At Last"

I see the wings of Icarus, silhouetted by the sky The copper glinting in the light, delight a glimmer in his eye I see the glee etched in his grin, the hope that he cannot tamp down He puts his trust in this design, or in his fear he’d surely drown

Icarus is free at last He bids his prison no goodbye His wings are weighed down by the past, but holding fast he has to try.

At last, he tastes the ocean air He sees the world long kept from him, and know no walls could e’er compare He’s warned to soar a careful path but wisdom falls upon deaf ears For after all, what soul could bear constriction after all those years?

Icarus is free at last Delighted, yes, but not aware For when the world flies by so fast, one simply couldn’t hope to care.

Drunkenly, his spirits soar Unmoored from reason, high on freedom, brazen, craving more He cannot help but climb up higher, cannot feel the molten wax Up here, so far from any shore, he’d never dream of turning back

Icarus is free at last Yet fallen from the safer track For as he laughed, he could not feel the copper bracings start to crack.

He lost himself in light’s first touch Wanting just the smallest grasp, but in his last he took too much Far warmer than he’d ever been, he craved Apollo’s strong embrace But in his foolishness misjudged how much a mortal man can face

Icarus is free at last And could have had a brighter fate But when he saw a world so vast, he simply had to give it chase.

Icarus is free at last And who of us could blame the boy? It’s hard to pity such a soul who, falling, felt his greatest joy.

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"They Told Me It Was Gone"

Back when I was still in school, they told me it was done. They said that it was over, gone, that we had finally won. And I, still young, not one to doubt, believed the tale they spun. “Way back, in times that since have passed…” would start off every lesson, And we sat through, bored at our seats, no hands were raised in question.

“We were better, we were kinder, and that’s how we came to win” They said, as if superiority absolved us of our sins. That since it was the enemy, there was no way it’d lay within. It’s us and them, and “them” is gone, so all that’s left is good. Not knowing, while the war was done, the ideology withstood.

When I was older, I still thought that what they told me had been true. And while I sometimes caught a glimpse, I never paused to think it through. For what I saw did not match up to all the things I thought I knew. I did not know the war was growing 'til the moment it was here, That cruelty we thought a relic never really disappeared.

I see it now, alive, still well, and growing every day. Too late, I realized the war had paused, but never went away. The hate they said that we had killed is in our streets, it leads the fray. The truth is that we never won, were never truly free. Instead it’s here, and waging war on those who do not look like me.

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Wide Awake and Weary

Wrote another poem. It's a little short, and I didn't focus as much on rhymes in this one. But I had a story I wanted to tell, and I think I did it.

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"Perfection"

Imagination, deviation, impeccable astute creation Every line is planned out, each symbolic and unique It should be simple, no frustration, after all you have technique It’s make or break, this mass curation- gaining the acclaim you seek

A perfect project earns respect, elect to do your best each time It must be genius, thoughtful, can’t waste time on messy scrawls With all the praise that you collect, the more you’re backed against the wall With one mistake you’re left a wreck, whilst expectation grows too tall

Do it better, make it faster, you’re not allowed to face disaster Make each piece the greatest, best, and most improved edition You want to be a master? Think! Invent some flawless composition You made the standard you chase after- you’re your judge and competition

Exceptional, incredible, don’t settle for acceptable What’s the point of writing if it doesn’t even rhyme? Illegible, forgettable… no person is ineffable It may not be the best of all but still… I’m proud it’s mine.