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Life
I talked to an old friend a few weeks ago. We talked about the creases of our new lives, laughed about the old, made fun of our selves a little. He sent me a few paragraphs that felt bittersweet and ridiculously familiar. It was something he'd saved in his 'notes' section on his phone years ago. Something that I'd written when I was 15, when he asked me:
By Mariia Bashmakova8 years ago in Poets
Ovid's Movement From Mythology
Introduction Through great minds we receive great intellect, but furthermore, greater comprehension of cultural diversity throughout periodical works. We gain the ancient stories of the fulfillment of destinies and the divine interactions interconnecting gods and goddesses with mortal endeavors. We have the privilege to witness what history books do not have the time to divulge: raw evidence of an evolving people beyond invention, but reaching to a higher power, a religious upbringing of a culture constantly seeking the ultimate. While most works focus on the geographical religion of their time, Ovid writes an epic which breaks this model by diminishing the gods and moving towards the glorification of a Roman Empire standing on the foundation of its people, not the chaos of the gods.
By Kayla Starr8 years ago in Poets
Outlaw
Always wanted to be like Jesse James, taking the horse by the reins. Each day a new course in it for better or worse. Guns on my hip, giving the law the slip. Midnight runs through the countryside sounds fun. Stealing from the rich, giving to the poor your pockets never being sore. Always looking for the next score.
By ElRey Niffen8 years ago in Poets
Ignition and Passion
You start me up like push start ignition, been feeling it all day that sexual tension. You got my full attention looking so beautiful like a Lamborghini. I'm over here acting like Eric yelling for Mr. Feeny. Your made for luxury and speed but tonight I'm in control and I'll give it to you nice and slow. We got the candles lit kinda looking like the doom light glow don't worry little momma enjoy the show. I'm about to pop the clutch and shift into second, got that sinful touch. Easy baby let's not rush, but keep biting my lip we might skip a gear. Shifting into fourth I hear the motor starting to go as our passion keeps growing. No more going slow but I gotta go down low time to work on that body, don't want you to overheat. Soaking wet think you a leak, bet I'ma fix that with some pipe. Shift it into sixth, yeah baby that's full speed now your fully freed. Told you I'm a wild breed little momma I'm a Scorpio, a full size Torino. Tonight you just saw the furious and know your still curious but no worries I got you like Dominic Toretto has Letty it's you and me baby.
By ElRey Niffen8 years ago in Poets
