Who Are You?

You don’t know me,

But I suppose you think you do.

Look at me

Critique me

And say what you please

But what you see-

Well, there’s more than just that.

Be mindful of your judging eyes

For they’ll deceive you:

Make you look bigger to yourself

When you’re really quite small

Especially in comparison

To the personality that you’re scoffing at

Because in some way

It mirrors your imperfections out loud

And now you’re the one on display

For all to point at and laugh.

Dinner

With my heart beating a bass line

And my fingers searching for your own

Meeting in the middle of the table,

A hand-made centerpiece

We think back to earlier days-

Laughing at our happiest moments

Crying at our most defining;

But it seems the memory that we’re making

Is one of our finest ones yet.

Christmas Tree

Shelter for animals in the wild

Keeping them safe and out of the cold.

A job for a large and hard working man

Trying to buy gifts for his children.

A symbol of bonding for parents and children

Searching for what will belong to them.

A scrapbook of memories

Time spent adorning with ornaments.

A celebration in the morning

To see the generosity of your family and friends.

A fire used to melt your heart and your hearth

And warm your house for visitors.

Bystander

Tell me your story

Man on the corner

So relaxed and on ease

Not a penny to your name

Yet no penny taken out of sympathy

Disposed upon you by civilians.

I want to know how you got this way

With skin aged from the fiery sun

And eyes worn from wisdom.

What did they see?

Did they see life flash in front of them?

Or a war between worlds?

I’ve only seen you once

While you contentedly smoked your cigarette

But I’ve heard what people know of you.

Tell me your story.

Persephone Corrupted

A young girl

With no other passion than beauty:

Flowers.

She pranced among them

And picked the ones that stood out against the rest.

Until one day

There was a flower like no other

That she had ever seen before.

She was drawn to its colors, it’s beauty

And ran from her guard

In a moment of distraction.

She plucked the flower straight from the ground

But alas, it would not break free of it’s deep roots.

Little did she know, it was a trick

And Hades wanted to claim her as his own.

She tugged and tugged.

Heaved and pulled until it sprung free

And the earth opened up below her

And Hades took her deep down into the dark underworld

That belonged to him.

 

She was miserable at first,

Upset that there was no beauty in this cold, dark place.

But she became hungry and weak

And she took a bright red pomegranate

plucked a seed, and popped it into her mouth

Causing her to be stuck in the underworld forever.

 

Demeter did weep,

For she missed her lovely daughter.

She could not find her for the sun had not seen her-

He was sleeping that day.

And she had not been carried away by the winds-

They were her friends and swore they would not harm her.

 

Finally, she was found

And she was safe

And a deal was made

Where she could come from the underworld

Visit her mother once a year

But all the rest of the time be stuck with her lover

And left to her demise.

 

Soon this became too much,

Guarding the damned souls,

The burden was too great.

But something changed her

And she began to enjoy it.

Falling

Sitting on a dock dividing two oceans-

Dividing lust from love.

You stand and are about to jump in

But I can’t see where you’re headed.

With your words and your actions saying different things.

It’s hard for me to gauge where I stand.

I stand next to you to see

But subconsciously you push me in

And before I know it-

I’m

Falling

                 In

      Love.

Painted Blind

 

What happens when the God of Love falls for a mortal? In this modern day twist of the myth of Cupid and Psyche (most often referred to as Eros in this story), Eros truly does fall in love with a mortal and unintentionally sends her on the journey of a lifetime.

I’ve always been in love with this myth, because it’s very interesting, and it has a very happy ending which definitely held true for the book as well. In this modern day story of Eros and Psyche, Psyche is a beautiful but shy high school girl that hides her body by wearing men’s clothes. Psyche’s mother took her to Europe for the Summer where she modeled and starred in an advertisement where she portrayed the goddess Aphrodite (or Venus), Aphrodite became jealous of Psyche and sent her son Eros to kill her, not intending him to fall in love with her instead.

If you’ve read the myth of Cupid and Psyche, Psyche is tricked by her jealous sisters to see what her true love looks like because he will not show himself to her and they make her believe that he might be a monster. When Cupid is awakened by hot wax from a candle dripping on him, he sends Psyche away and she must prove herself to him by completing tasks determined by Aphrodite: Sorting out a huge pile of seeds, retrieving golden fleece, filling a flask with water from the River Styx, returning from the Underworld with a box containing Persephone’s beauty.

Back to the book, the first task that was given to Psyche was to collect 1,400,000 copies of the advertisement that was printed of her portraying Aphrodite, and 10 billboards which was no easy task, followed then by collecting silver fur from wolves, then traveling through the underworld to visit Persephone and give her a box (which was provided by Aphrodite) and return to the mortal world with the box unlocked. Psyche completed these tasks with help from Aeas and Titus who were both immortal servants, and also the help of Eros who came to her aide after she was harmed by Aphrodite’s guard and lover, Theron.

Overall, I would give this book an 8/10: The story held true to the original myth while giving it a modern twist and adding a lot of details to help explain things and make it easier to understand overall (for example: how do the immortals “age”?) It was a very well-written and exciting tale that left me wanting to read more and it truly shows the dedication and love that people can show each other. However, there were a lot of grammatical errors, and parts of it seemed to go really fast, or seemed out of character.

My favorite quotes from the book:

“I will tell you this: Love like you cannot imagine awaits you if you have the courage to find it.”

“It’s okay to believe in things you can’t see. Isn’t that what people say? The best things in life are unseen.”

” ‘Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind…’ The rest of the stanza from A Midsummer Night’s Dream now came into my mind, ‘…And therefore is wing’d Cupid painted blind.’ “

Honey

At first you didn’t have a name

When you arrived to me

With your tan fluffy fur

Donning a brown ribbon

Speckled with white spots

That was ruined with a rip

And had to be surgically removed

With scissors.

 

“I’ll call him my feel better bear”

I said to my mom

As I snuggled against your fur

Held you tight against my chest

And hoped you’d make my illness go away.

It was amazing

Because you healed me

And that day onward

You were always by my side.

 

It wasn’t until I was playing

With a friend in the past but foe in the future

When we decided to name you

“How about Honey?”

She suggested

“He is a bear after all.”

And that was what your name became

Because even though you couldn’t talk

I knew you were as sweet as honey

And what better remedy than that?

After all, you were my feel-better bear.