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.