My Heart is a Forge by CrazedByCalliope, literature
Literature
My Heart is a Forge
I will make you armor
Of my love
There is too much inside me
Fit to burst
So let it pour out
Crimson rivers
Molten metal
Soft and hot
Giving to the hammering
Of hands and mouths
But just wait til it hardens
You will know
The strength of me
My Heart is a Forge by CrazedByCalliope, literature
Literature
My Heart is a Forge
I will make you armor
Of my love
There is too much inside me
Fit to burst
So let it pour out
Crimson rivers
Molten metal
Soft and hot
Giving to the hammering
Of hands and mouths
But just wait til it hardens
You will know
The strength of me
Your Mirror is Broken by CrazedByCalliope, literature
Literature
Your Mirror is Broken
The mirror you see yourself in,
is an old one.
You've looked in it for years,
gotten smudges on it,
cracks in places...
It's no wonder you have an incomplete picture
of the beauty that I see so easily.
Because the window I see you through,
is clean, and bright....
There are no dim reflections
just the truth of you.
I Saw You Dancing... by CrazedByCalliope, literature
Literature
I Saw You Dancing...
I saw you dancing.
To music only We could hear.
You didn't do it well, but You did it with joy.
I wanted to feel like that.
So I rose from my seat by Him and joined You.
I didn't do it well either, but it was fun.
Soon You gave me a smile I hadn't worn in years.
He looked so sad, sitting alone.
I danced back to Him and offered my hand.
I offered my smile.
He tripped over his feet and felt out of place.
Unable to hear Our music.
Embarrassed to stumble and fall.
He returned to his seat.
It wasn't enough that He couldn't dance.
He pulled me with him.
Smile stolen.
I shouldn't seek joy outside of Him.
I still watched You.
You c
Why Does the Tree Reach to the Sky? by CrazedByCalliope, literature
Literature
Why Does the Tree Reach to the Sky?
"Why are you alone?"
Asked the owl winging by.
"Because..." Said the tree.
"Between my love and I is placed the entire sky."
"Can't you reach further?"
He said, as alighted he on weathered limb.
She shook what bare leaves were left clinging.
Then she explained to him.
"That's my love there."
Twisted bare branches stretched overhead.
"Do you see her, shining."
The tree wistfully said.
"You mean the moon?"
Queried the owl full curious now.
"Yes, that is she."
Said he, "But how?"
For this the tree had no answer.
Excepting that, "love is love."
And she knew where her own heart lay.
With that soft glowing goddess above.
"How
Sovereign Female Wisdom by CrazedByCalliope, literature
Literature
Sovereign Female Wisdom
Weren't you once beautiful?
so beautiful
you rivaled the jealous on Mount Olympus
hair precious as gold
you served Athena
faithful priestess of wisdom
and purity
what's become of you?
a serpent
tainted by forbidden fruit
so afraid of reflections
fear you'll turn to stone?
cold as the men around you
or is fear something else?
yourself
staring back
through transparency
of glass
is it your fault
men made you this way?
they feared you
your strength
wisdom
their narrow minds
turned you monster
raped by man
of your intelligence
beauty
abused
betrayed by trust
won't you please
look past the glass
just once more
see w
Atlas - or - The Poet's Endurance by CrazedByCalliope, literature
Literature
Atlas - or - The Poet's Endurance
Oh Atlas, God of daring thought,
on whose back lie, heavy and hot,
the heavens which hold Olympus' throne,
Why do you hold these skies alone?
Oh bearer of fated torment,
Was holding them true punishment?
or did you choose, reasons unknown?
Why do you hold these skies alone?
Oh endurer, so strong and true,
you support all, but who holds you?
pillar of strength I hear thee moan,
Why do you hold these skies alone?
Oh Atlas, God of daring thought,
Why do you hold these skies alone?
People ask me,
What I miss the most
I miss the sea...
Walked into a tropical fish store last week,
And it hit me
The salt in my nose
Breathe deep, hold onto it...
It was like home,
Like high tide, white caps, seaweed
Breathe deep...
Sometimes I swear it's in my blood
The color of a red tide,
Platelets like jellyfish
I used to wish...
If I were a mermaid,
I could just escape
Breathe deep, don't let it go...
Some may think me crazy,
Loving it so,
The stench of tide flats
No, the smell of home,
Home...
My heart aches and strains to grasp it,
To wrap around the salt smell
Breathe deep...
It must be part of me,
The creep mentioned here contacted me last night on DA and asked if I wanted to be an art model for him. Luckily I found him kinda fishy and just brushed him off as a weirdo. Then the author of this journal contacted me and informed me. If you have young friends or kids on here keep tabs on who they interact with and be especially careful. UGH!