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[artemis-666]

NARCISSUS

Why is it that when I love,

I love flowers with meanings etched on them.

Why is it that when I weep,

I weep for the downfall of glorious men and women.

And why is it so human

To idolize destruction for me,

Why is it that when I see,

I see the ruins of palace that could be?

The bold written philosophical quoted books

Which I read that leave me so entranced,

The flowers that wither on my hand,

Does it wither in fear of who I'm meant to be?

Am I the Dorian Gray of painting in gold?

Am I the Basil Halward of seeing it unfold?

Or am I what I've consumed all my life?

And what I've consumed are the stories of people

So humane yet so inhuman?

And I grew up with the story of a man,

Who loved himself so bad that he became a memory,

Of a nymph who loved him to the moon and back,

But he cared not for he couldn't see.

He only knew love when he saw himself in those reflections of the water that chose him.

"I love me, i love me, i love me"

He muttered on the edge of insanity,

But for some reason that's the most sane thing to do,

So I love me too I say on the edge of my insanity,

Because insane is the most sane you'll ever be in love.

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DORIAN GRAYS CONFESSION

If a love letter has words

My would have music notes,

For with your words,

I feel a song coming out.

We would make Aphrodite jealous,

But oh it would be harsh, she wouldn't take it lightly.

I would love you like the sun

That Icarus flew close to but unlike him, I'll win.

If love letter has words,

Yours would have paintings,

Whether it be of me, or you or us,

But it would colour us together.

Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear!

What have I done, loving you?

What mortal coil have I restricted myself to,

When I'm a lover of carcass and the death.

But my love, my love, my love,

I promise you my morality,

But alas I'm ruined and I can't change

So with the blood of your body and painting you have given me,

I'm doing the unforgivable.

I, Dorian Gray, lover of Basil Hallward,

Take a knife and plunge your heart,

For in death may you find love,

For in death, may you find love.

Goodbye my eternal Sunshine

- from,

Your eternal Icarus,

Dorian Gray.

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HELLO HALO GALLOW

Everytime something hurts me,

It silences me.

So that I can never scream,

When my soul breaks.

When I'm scattered as ash

Or I'm buried as treasure,

I'll always be half the person,

Than what I have intended to be.

Blessed be the nebula

That forms from my entropy.

Blessed be the new creation,

That I'll be after my mortal coil recreates itself.

Blessed be the half champion

That I'll be as a living soldier

And sing three aves to the cosmos,

With their energy i have survived till now.

May literature rebuild me,

And may I be the Frankenstein written by my kin.

God do you hear me?

I can hear the angels trumpet calling me.

Bury my half made body deeper than anything buried,

So my carcass can give birth to tree.

Willow will bend to your beck and call

Willow will be the swing to your high and low.

And if you want to consume me, you may,

I'll be the body of flavours that will take you high.

You can't come down low if you know what I taste like,

Know that you'll be inclined to write this poem too.

Hello Halo gallow,

You're destined to be mellow.

Put me in the gallow,

Like a jester I'll jest you,

Hello hello hello

This is me when in the end of me, begins you.

Hello hello hello!

Adieu adieu adieu.

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What's your opinion on this headcanon?

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Blue

When people are born, they are born with thick ropes hanging above them.

As they grow up, their anger gets important in determining if they'll be pulled out of misery or will it be served as a noose. Sometimes people don't even need the rope, it just hangs above them.

Everytime in misery, the rope keeps inching lower and lower till the noose fits perfectly on their neck, after more unfortunate events, the rope gets stronger and lifts the person higher and higher in air.

Blue becomes their favorite color. It's their own color of their face.

The only way the person can run away from blue is by someone cutting the ropes.

But by the time their color becomes blue and their face becomes pale.

You should know it's impossible to bring them back,

After all it's them who failed.

- Artemis

[artemis-666]

I want to learn more about witchcraft and i like writing poetry. While reading about witchcraft, i was compelled by my own will to write this.