Sappho Quotes Vol 1

“I have not had one word from her

Frankly I wish I were dead
When she left, she wept
a great deal; she said to me, “This parting must be
endured, Sappho. I go unwillingly.”

I said, “Go, and be happy
but remember (you know
well) whom you leave shackled by love

“If you forget me, think
of our gifts to Aphrodite
and all the loveliness that we shared

“all the violet tiaras,
braided rosebuds, dill and
crocus twined around your young neck

“myrrh poured on your head
and on soft mats girls with
all that they most wished for beside them

“while no voices chanted
choruses without ours,
no woodlot bloomed in spring without song…”
— Sappho
“Then you my goddess with your immortal lips smiling
Would ask what now afflicts me, why again
I am calling and what now I with my restive heart
Whom now shall I beguile
To bring you to her love?
Who now injures you, Sappho?
For if she flees, soon shall she chase
And, rejecting gifts, soon shall she give.
If she does not love you, she shall do so soon
Whatsoever is her will.
Come to me now to end this consuming pain
Bringing what my heart desires to be brought:
Be yourself my ally in this fight.”
— Sappho
“In fact she herself once blamed me

because I prayed
this word:
I want.”
— Sappho (If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho)
“Some say an army of horsemen,
some of footsoldiers, some of ships,
is the fairest thing on the black earth,
but I say it is what one loves.

It’s very easy to make this clear
to everyone, for Helen,
by far surpassing mortals in beauty,
left the best of all husbands

and sailed to Troy,
mindful of neither her child
nor her dear parents, but
with one glimpse she was seduced by

Aphrodite. For easily bent…
and nimbly…
has reminded me now
of Anactoria who is not here;

I would much prefer to see the lovely
way she walks and the radiant glance of her face
than the war-chariots of the Lydians or
their footsoldiers in arms.”
— Sappho



Slowly you slip through my fingers
The taste of you still lingers.
I’m rendered useless, you’re now independent
Because your heart got a new tenant

Love is a four letter word for mind fuck
Used to think that I was bad luck
Turns out its your heart that’s black
And one day it will stab you in the back.

I can’t take the high road, its under construction
After you subjected it to sadistic destruction
Love to hate and hate to love you
You should have been a thought that never came true.

Your crap was such a heavy load to carry,
Even more so when you made me hurry.
Still i carried it ’cause i loved you
Till you dumped it as me and left me blue.

I deposited my soul in your bank
Believing it would gain interest
Instead it depreciated
Causing me the biggest loss ever.

If I can remember grace
I’ll certainly forget your face
Maybe I’ll find life
Because you are death.

©Immortal Illusion

Poison (Requiescat In Pacé)

The love you give me is so fractious
That it causes my my heart to fracture.
I thought we’d share rapture
Instead you caused me to rupture.

A bed of roses is full of thorns
I found out when you showed your horns
Insidious nature finally revealed
Caused my feelings to be concealed.

Help me forget today and remember tomorrow
Where moments aren’t defined by sorrow.
Memories of a pain-filled yesterday
Join in the endless mental fray.

Broken hearts have cracks on the surface
Nothing can fix not even a purchase
Time doesn’t heal all wounds; it makes you forget
Until it all comes back; a life time of regret.

I feel your poison inundate my system
Fracturing my thoughts like light through a prisim
Though it’s toxic I love the feeling
It invokes in me a carthaic healing.

The cold creeps in; robs me of my breath
And spreads across my body with incredible stealth
My soul is escaping the confines of mortality
As I draw my last breath of totality.

©Immortal Illusion

Narcissistic Tendencies (Chapter 3)

Amy Lee got a lot of flack for sharing the same name with a famous rock musician. Sure, she couldn’t belt out a jaw dropping note, but she liked to think she was as badass as her musical namesake. Well at least without the heavy drug use and massive amounts of therapy. Besides she did not need a shrink to decipher the shit that went through her mind when she even couldn’t even do it herself. What she needed however, was to figure out what was going on between Melanie and Andrea. Other people may have been oblivious to the tension between them, but Amy saw through their façades.

The cryptic conversations and smouldering glances the two often exchanged aroused her curiousity. Hell, it aroused her period. It was like watching two alpha females performing the Paso Doble with the aim of establishing dominance. She couldn’t figure out if they wanted to fight or fuck. She was pretty sure they’d get off on either. The only thing that was stopping them was each other. She thought that something would happen at that impromptu blunt fest at Melanie’s last week but Andrea backed down at the last moment.

Ok, yeah she followed them and eavesdropped on their conversation but you couldn’t blame her. She was bored, stoned and horny. Bad combination for all parties involved. In any case, the two were too wrapped up in each other to pay attention to their surroundings. Their double entendre filled conversation made her head hurt. Only they would refer to their mind fuckery as tango and how it only took one to mess up their dance. Amy was getting tired of their pussy-footing around each other. It was time for some action. Amy Lee style. Plus she totally wanted to see them get their mack on.

Alcohol, weed, dim lighting and loud music would be the perfect setting for her plan.
She took out her phone and began phase one of her plan. ‘Hey Andrea, how does a white widow and purple haze party sound to you this weekend?’

Draconian Creature

I see hell in your eyes
Seeing you makes me die inside
You are where evil resides

With your cold sensuality
You try all arts of seduction
You stop even not at immorality
With all of your macabre actions

Your voice has an insidious undertone
Eyes are blacker than hematite
Actions silky and you are alone
A creature rivaling the darkest night

A cold, empty shell you are
You define jaded
Your work is to marr
And leave people faded

You are evil’s epitome
A miasma of degenerates
To you, no home
You are worse than a reprobate

In your presence beauty withers and dies
With no soul your corruption goes deep
I can hear the tormented echoes and cries
Of those in your vice-like grip

©Immortal Illusion