cberzuela

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father how i've longed to see you!

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Ares: BEST CHRISTMAS EVER

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"if i was orpheus i simply wouldn't have turned around" if you didn't love her enough to turn around, you didn't love her enough to crawl through the underworld to save her. if you could prevent yourself from looking back, you wouldn't be trying to bring her back to life. if you were able to look forward, you would be grieving.

"if I was orpheus I simply wouldn't have turned around" if you don't love her enough to turn around, you aren't orpheus.

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I think the craziest example of revisionist (history? Mythology?) is Medusa being cursed by Athena instead of Athena giving Medusa the gift to protect herself.

Like how self-centric must the male ego be for the thought process to be:

1. Medusa was assaulted

2. Athena does a thing and now Medusa can turn men to stone

3. That’s bad for me

4. But I’m a good guy (probably)

5. Medusa must be so miserable that she can’t be attacked again

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this painting

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In honor of the Ithaca Saga and Epic the Musical in general🫡🫡

Ody and Penelope have my heart🖤🖤

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Maybe January's light will consume my entire heart in it's cruel rays.

Pablo Neruda via wordedarchive

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Poetic Chasms

written by CBerzuela

started: June 20, 2024 (5:45 pm) concluded: June 20, 2024 (8:36 pm)

Beware of the poet,

she writes about love as if she's capable of it.

Her lover's jealous of how her pen and paper meet more often than their lips.

On her table are piles of unsent love letters in strips.

She's always in her head,

leaving thousands of thoughts and feelings unsaid.

She can not scream "I love you!" when she's asked,

she could only scribble how much she does.

The poet wants a muse,

she'll hide you in between the pages if you refuse.

Don't be tricked of how she uses her words like magic.

She will make you believe that the ending will never be tragic,

but she actually wants to experience real tragedy

just so she could create a captivating poetry.

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How the other Olympians treat Ares in ancient greek mythology reminds me how we treat war.

We hate war we all.protedt against it and disagree with it and think it's a tragedy.

But yet we still go fight war, we still talk about the victories and defeats, we still keep war with us and glorify it even though we see it as a bad thing.

Then there's also the loyalty that comes eith it fighting for your country, your loved ones, for yourself. Fighting for love. For your own respect. You need love to fight in war.

The Olympians act like yhey hate Ares yet he is one of 12, yet he is kept around, and he is loved by the goddess of love.

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Prayer to Lord Ares

Written by me! Things may sound weird because it's translated from my language. Take a moment to appreciate how BEAUTIFUL he looks in this photo, I love him so much.

Warrior god, drenched in blood and covered in wounds he guides us in a desert field. Father of Victory, when the battle can only be won with violence. My fists have is signature, I carry him with me. In challenge, in pain, in misery. Guide my legs to keep going when my strength fails me. Lover of Aphrodite, your calloused hands caress her hair like it's golden leaf. When love and war collide is when the humans are born. In victory, in pride, in joy. Guide my legs to keep moving to the top. May your strength inspire me, may the divine blood bathe me, may your arms push me to the conquest of battle. Free me from fear, may the light of your sword illuminate my path. Cure my wounds, scold me when necessary, because only your eyes, hungry with blood and victory, know where to take me and how far I've come.

Spanish version

Dios guerrero, cubierto en sangre y heridas nos guía en un campo desierto. Padre de la Victoria, cuando solo puede ganarse a gritos. Cada golpe mío lleva su firma, en ello le llevo conmigo. En el desafío, en el dolor, en la miseria. Guía mis piernas a seguir adelante cuando fallan las fuerzas. Amante de Afrodita, manos callosas acarician su pelo como oro en paño. Es cuando el amor y la guerra se unen que el humano es creado. En la victoria, en el orgullo y el gozo. Guía mis piernas a seguir adelante hacia la cima. Que su fuerza me inspire, su sangre me bañe, que sus brazos me empujen a la conquista de la batalla. Libreme de miedo, y su espada ilumine mi camino. Cure mis heridas, griteme cuando sea necesario, porque solo sus ojos, inyectados en sangre y victoria, saben hasta dónde llevarme y hasta donde he llegado.

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But never let me die without a struggle and without acclaim

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This popped into my head the other day.

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The gods love the gays. ✨

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me

poet, philosopher, and failure.

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Hamartia

written by: CBerzuela

started: February 02, 2024; 21:54

concluded: February 03, 2024; 00:26

Freedom visits me every night like a dream, caressing my soul with her motherly touch as she whispers horrifying truths in my ears in a soothing manner.

That night, Freedom told me she's actually imprisoned by some people's idea to call themselves "supreme," treating others as inferior and such to stay in power. This is exactly the trick of the weak.

Morning came and my eyes are now wide open. I wanted so much to scream.

Am I being too extreme for constantly talking about them? I want you to listen, do something, don't just watch! Am I asking for too much?

All these injustices and oppression makes me so sick, yet amidst all of these, you're still playing this wicked li'l game called "neutrality;" pro or anti, why can't you just pick? Am I so empathetic, or is it you who's so apathetic?

Over the past decades, lots of lives have been lost. They tell me that what i'm fighting for is a rebellion without a cause. If this is meant to be my hamartia, don't try to catch me from this fall. If you can't even bother to help them, why try to save me at all?

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Every lesbian is in love with only one man, and that man is HOZIER.