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Icarus and Helios

I had known my decision before

I felt the prickling pinions

of gull feathers across my shoulders

signalling ascent

You'd been the one face of joy constant

across my youth. The fading tears of

my mother, the solemn pacing of

my father held

captive in his own mind, nor

the echoing gutteral heaves and

humid sanguine trails of

my only peer in this nightmare could not see me. Yet from so far

beyond vault and cloud your eyes

touched my face and I knew even

the sliver of you that washed

my one window to the world

beyond mine was ripened by your love.

I was ripened too,

like the sour grasses and

sweet vines entrapped by so many

splitting corridors of stone, their safety

in imprisonment yet their whole lives

reaching towards you until

their roots grew strong enough, their boughs

heavy with life to break free and

sail in air.

My mother once told me

there was no problem safe from

my father's solution, no creation

that couldn't be righted or

honed by his mind. Even his own

forking and bent corridors of

thought could not escape his churning.

We leapt and fell and trusted, him

in the wiles that had imprisoned now

to free, and I in my hunger

to know you.

The heat of your love carved me,

feathered and flying, no longer

a man but an arrow of desire, arching

in acceleration and climbing.

The shrieking gulls calling me

back until their cries were

drowned in the hoofbeat

roar of your chariot. Even as hot

wax kissed my skin it

cooled your touch. Before

the world called me back and

I was swallowed in turn

by the brine I had tasted freedom.

And you had tasted me.

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The only acceptable ads should be shit like "groceries on sale" and "free event at the local library"

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the Great Big Sad is returning and I am surrounded by love and support, but I don't want to scare the people who love me but I know they would want to know but I cannot find catharsis in comfort and and I need to rend my flesh with my fingers while every fibrous ribbon of my spirit strains to stay in this body and in this life.

I don't even know how to have fun anymore. I can't remember the last time I could.

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Flowers on a gold background   -   Oskar Bergman , 1939,

Swedish, 1879–1963

Oil on panel

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limonite mud and stalactites

-J.F.

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by fredrik_stroemme

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a boy and his horse

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Le Griffon

Date unknown

Artist : Martin Schongauer (1450?-1491)

Source : Bibliothèque Nationale de France

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Poems by Christina Rossetti

Artist : Florence Harrison

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Orpheus tries to hold on to Eurydice

.c. 1791

Artist : François Gérard (1770-1837)

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Early Poems of William Morris

1914

Artist : Florence Harrison

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A lot of D&D 5e players are about to learn that actually you don't have to play the newest most updated system version of the only game they think is worth running.

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“The Eyes are the window to your soul.” -English Proverb ♡

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Art Nouveau photograph album c1900

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You cannot make everyone think and feel as deeply as you do. This is your tragedy … because you understand them, and they do not understand you.

Daniel Saint