Tag Archives: Siren

Undine

Even when I rise up from the abyss
Like the Queen of the Damned
I shall not know my place
And will choose to vacate any place that moves me
Wherever the water takes me
I’ll let it breathe right through me
And bring me to life

Even when I am near death
And seaweed hangs from my head
My hair loc’ing and molding
I shall simply cut it off

I have no more place for burdens.

For I have been to the earthy rocks and the mountains
Only to see the rock hard and I am not like them
Pushing obstacle off of cliffs, instead of bypassing them

So I went to the other half of me, The Sea
And understood I needed to breathe from within
To not allow my mind to drown me

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Magdelene the Siren

Am I like Magdalene?
If I am, I have been her since I was young
Only no white garment or exorcism was enough
No stinging water, no oil thrown hard enough
To cast the demons that were displaced upon me

My soul is forever heavy
Lilith that swims amongst the sea breeze
I take no prisoners for the sea has already captured me
The sailors are the ones that use me
Yet when they try to cling to me
I capture their soul with my talons and drag them with me
Into the abyss
And hold up a mirror to their soul
So they can see they have lost all control
And their inequity they can run from no more

The true sullied and decrepid nature of a man’s soul
Grotesque and seeping
with pus filled sores
By the million ways he has tried to curb his pain
with a vile sword

There is no honour in creating a Magdalene
In ravishing a siren
You should have committed seppuku

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The Gathering: Consuming Seas

As the moonlight hits the dark inked ocean of my mind and memories

Deep in that sea, under the stars of the night

The fellow mermaids meet.

 

Sirens created through the pain of abuse; shaping and moulding them simultaneously into beauties

 

Now they wear their crowns of thorns and emotional disdain with little to no shame

 

My own crown, made of Ivy, so green it becomes blue or black, if you see me clearly

The Lilies of another mermaid’s wreath comfort me

In our pain we know beauty, but never peace or sleep

For it is when we are full of our sorrows that we return to the curse which is this ocean

Calling out in our pain; yet our vulnerability draws the lust of men

 

In hope that their souls can bring us some worth

Many of us fight as Mermaids for their lusts

 

But as dawn draws near, we often remember the plight of the Siren is already a lost cause

 

So we toy with our prey instead

 

Taking bits and bits of their Freedom, till their weaknesses are exposed and they have no more worth

 

But soon, when the motherly affection of the moon hits the ocean once again, you’ll see the ocean in all its doom and hear our beautiful cries calling you to your death.

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The Gathering: Lucid Counsel

These waves of muddied water

Memories of rushing water

Stained the colour of ink

Hitting my feet as I try t rush by

 

My white wedding dress stained blue from the written memories of my past

But it feels like they are consuming me because of this dress

 

This dress that displayed my victory

This dress that symbolises the freedom from my distress

 

Was now being muddied as my mind comes under duress

 

I fall into the deep lagoon of my thoughts and I’m met with several mermaids who seek the same dress

 

Cursed by their bitterness and shame,

They brought their souls to lay here and rest

And yet, it was causing them death.

 

This place of immeasurable beauty that has made their aesthetics to be blessed

 

But it’s time to break free from this seaweed we adorn as dress

 

And don the garments of our pleasure, before our souls end up forever bereft and unkempt.

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