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Visual inspiration! Poetry/Prose: Pick an image, any image, and write a poem about it! It can be distinctly about the image itself, or whatever the image makes you feel/think. Just go with the flow! I'll do one too. Make sure to upload your chosen image as a header and tag me!
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Tyla in Poetry & Free Verse

hell

she sings from hell 

and daintily dangles her legs 

across you puny mortals 

waiting for you 

to come join her and 

sit on her swings 

and keep her company 

she has always being a loner 

because of who her father is 

Hades 

and her mother is Persephone

she has never enjoyed hell 

but she always enjoyed the view

she liked the living walked around and how they felt so much very alive 

whereas she felt so much very dead 

She hated the way the swings creaked 

and reeked of loneliness and disparity  

she named each swing 

and they became her friends she named them after all the feelings she felt 

she talked to them and told them her deepest secrets

she often prayed to god to forgive her father sins 

she knew deep down in her heart god had good reasons to hate him

but why her ?

she was just the devil's daughter 

she was born into this hell-hole 

she didn´t ask for this

the demons were brothers 

and they were her father´s favorite 

he named them Lucifer, the reviler, Judge, Reaper 

the often came down to earth and would cause ruckus 

she felt for earth 

she loved the way earth was big and blue and green and filled with color 

she often sang lullabies to the people on earth to lull them to sleep

her heart was strained and tired 

she wanted Love 

she wasn´t prepared the storm coming behind her 

it  was against an immortal law

to fall for a mortal 

she fell in love with a boy with curly strawberry blond hair 

and green eyes and freckled cheeks 

she came to visit him and whispered she loved him 

and pressed her lips to his and the boy kissed her and then your the girl who was in my dreams she said I know I am the one who put the thought there 

so she was forever 

chained to the swings 

and to watch over the mortals 

and the boy with curly strawberry blond hair

and green eyes and freckled cheeks

couldn´t wait to get hell