In this world, there are painters and writers, teachers and philosophers. Theorists and dancers.
People.
Complex, enigmatic, people like you and me.
People with stories.
This book is a collection of poems, based on events experienced by anyone an...
I cannot do justice Cannot put into words The incredible beauty of Achilles
The way I knew him, It's like the beauty didn't even matter anymore For the sun-kissed limbs and the thin fingers and the big lips were all mine And I could love them for the rest of eternity I could notice them forevermore
But the Greeks were never keen on happy endings So Achilles's death was set in stone Die as a young man, die as an old one He would die in war
I could not bear it To see him leave me behind So I followed I trained I stood at my place on his side Where he would keep his fingers hooked with mine
I almost believed the prophecy was wrong I nearly got to save him But the way the spears flew from my fingers, The way my hair flew behind me in that chariot I thought, Please Let me have victory, but let me keep him too Please
Yet of course I had forgotten I had never been anything more than an exiled Prince So I took Hector's spear in the chest
When Achilles saw my body in the arms of Odysseus He could not bear it He held my corpse in his arms And cursed the heavens I wish I could forget what that sounded like I wish I could have looked away But he was my lover Bound to me by blood And I knew him better than anyone
I was not surprised when he laid me down in the bed we shared and took off His golden hair was a halo that could not protect him I watched him run through the bloodshed I watched them make a path for him Their Achilles My Achilles
Of course he found Hector Of course he killed him He dragged his body through the camp with hollow eyes I begged my love I screamed at him Please just let me go
But he would not rest Until his soul was with mine And maybe it was an act of kindness When Paris struck him down with his arrow When our warrior Our legend Fell
I searched for him I haunted our men I whispered promises to them in their sleep Please Please bring me to Achilles
For Achilles had demanded That our ashes be mixed Our love had to extend past the afterlife It had to be the one thing that survived
Eventually, I found her His mother She sat at his tombstone and stared at the one remaining thing of her son Forever in stone It killed me again and again
It did not take much convincing His mother was tired of all of the pain Go, she told me He's waiting for you
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