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out run the sun
go to sleep before the sun catches up with you
rest and be blissfully unaware as it overtakes you
awaken to bask in its wake before it turns the corner
ready to lap you once more
-i
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if the sun went out
i'd light candles
just to see your face again
-i
(dedicated to my beloved)
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boy saviour
well you've gone and fucked it up now haven't you?
you just had to play the saviour
and overstepped
they'll hate you for it
you can't risk overstepping again
ostracize yourself.
throw yourself into the inevitable downward spiral you've been fighting
youre long past teetering on the edge now
you might as well lean into it
the madness
the numbness
the brief pain amongst the emptiness of it all
breathe the poison
draw the stars
scrutinize every word, action and lack there of
burn different colours as your soul is torn apart
leave nothing but ash
to be swept away
and disposed of
-i
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update on this,
i let her read it, the response wasn't anything i didn't already know. they're practically my favourite human being, my best friend.
it hasn't changed anything, the weight of keeping it a secret is off. kinda stings having what i knew confirmed but hey, at least it wont change anything.
i love you, always will. i'm sorry i can't provide for you my love.
that's all for now,
-i
a love letter i'll never send
hey,
so i've been thinking,
day and night actually,
about you;
the things you say,
the things you do,
the way you say them,
the way you do them,
and just how you are.
i think about the way you think,
and about how you might perceive me,
in everyday,
and night,
in all lighting,
and none.
i think about this because i already know my side.
i know how you look everyday, and night,
i know how you look in all lighting, and none.
you catch me staring sometimes,
i panic and look away as you chuckle to yourself.
it makes me wonder if you know.
do you know?
do you know that when you talk,
everything else fades into the background?
that your voice is my favourite sound?
do you know that in all lighting,
especially sunlight,
you glow like the rarest bioluminescent lichen
in the darkest, most mystical, magic forest?
that even in the dark, your presence puts my clamouring mind to rest?
i think i should probably just spit it out,
if you hadn't gathered by now,
i'm writing to confess.
i like you significantly more than anyone else,
in a "i want to be yours" kind of way.
if you so wish i will be by your side
for the rest of our lives
through all ups and downs
the universe has in store for us.
i will take your hand as you take mine,
and we can go any way you want.
i'd follow you anywhere,
no matter the direction,
no matter the distance.
for you,
i would walk till my shoes are worn and threadbare.
for you,
i would lay down my jacket,
like my life,
if it meant you could cross that puddle unaffected.
for you,
i would lasso the stars.
i would shape the clouds.
i would blow the cool breeze on a warm summers day.
you name it.
anything,
anywhere,
any time.
you will always be worth it.
should you let me.
equally,
should you wish the opposite,
i can do that too.
i would choose you over us.
i'm yours if you'll have me.
love from,
icarus
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boy
today a small boy
will sit on cold tiles
resting his head on crossed arms
supported by his knees
hugged closely to his chest
rising shallowly and slow
tears stain his cheeks and
collect on his chin before
dropping into his lap
he sometimes wipes his eyes and nose
with the sleeve of his
threadbare, tattered, hand-me-down jumper
a gift from his father
the boy is sniffling but calm
he feels nothing for he is not
present as of right now
his glassy eyes continue to water
each tear spilling over onto
his blank expression
hugging his bare bruised knees closer,
he shivers
a holey jumper and boxer shorts
dont offer much protection
from the cool tiles and chilling draught
hours pass,
no one is coming for the boy
the dark envelopes him and
the cold leaks into his skin
no one is looking for the boy
for no one knows he is lost
the boy himself is unaware
it's a mundane kind of misery
a kind where nothing seems to change
but the reality is
this boy is gone and might never return
an empty shell of his being remains
sentenced to a life of automation
and unwavering routine
-i
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Hope you are doing well ✨
i'm surviving, and for that i should give myself more credit. anyone who's also barely hanging on, i'm proud of you and you're doing great, cut yourself some slack, it'll get easier.
-i
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a love letter i'll never send
hey,
so i've been thinking,
day and night actually,
about you;
the things you say,
the things you do,
the way you say them,
the way you do them,
and just how you are.
i think about the way you think,
and about how you might perceive me,
in everyday,
and night,
in all lighting,
and none.
i think about this because i already know my side.
i know how you look everyday, and night,
i know how you look in all lighting, and none.
you catch me staring sometimes,
i panic and look away as you chuckle to yourself.
it makes me wonder if you know.
do you know?
do you know that when you talk,
everything else fades into the background?
that your voice is my favourite sound?
do you know that in all lighting,
especially sunlight,
you glow like the rarest bioluminescent lichen
in the darkest, most mystical, magic forest?
that even in the dark, your presence puts my clamouring mind to rest?
i think i should probably just spit it out,
if you hadn't gathered by now,
i'm writing to confess.
i like you significantly more than anyone else,
in a "i want to be yours" kind of way.
if you so wish i will be by your side
for the rest of our lives
through all ups and downs
the universe has in store for us.
i will take your hand as you take mine,
and we can go any way you want.
i'd follow you anywhere,
no matter the direction,
no matter the distance.
for you,
i would walk till my shoes are worn and threadbare.
for you,
i would lay down my jacket,
like my life,
if it meant you could cross that puddle unaffected.
for you,
i would lasso the stars.
i would shape the clouds.
i would blow the cool breeze on a warm summers day.
you name it.
anything,
anywhere,
any time.
you will always be worth it.
should you let me.
equally,
should you wish the opposite,
i can do that too.
i would choose you over us.
i'm yours if you'll have me.
love from,
icarus
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oasis
the sun coats the shore
like a honey glazing
soft waves fold onto
the sand and pebbles
in slow succession
they leave small delicate
bubbles in the gaps
between the stones
the chorus of pops
and the sound of silky smooth water retreating
back into the arms of it's namesake
echo around the otherwise silent oasis
-i
(not sure if this one's done yet or not, it is for now but i might add onto it some day)
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fool
i am such a fool
i let you convince me
that i have worth
hah.
i guess my gut was right
again.
time to retreat
sink back into
my shadow
invisible
onlooker
envy-ridden
that is how it should be
it hurts less
than being right
-i
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forgotten
perhaps it is bittersweet to be forgotten
untethered, free of the burdenous guilt
of knowing someone still mourns your death
but now, completely alone
not a soul knows your name
you'll soon forget it too
not a soul carries
the weight that is grieving the end of your story
little do they know, it wasn't the end
and here you are
alone
and cold
forgotten
but free
-i
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oscar
you are old
growing weak with age
your fur is turning grey with every step
with every stretch
with every nap
i can see you fading
i pet you gently
i run my fingers delicately over your bones
i tell you i love you
but my words fall silent on your deaf ears
i think you know regardless
your outstretched paw grabs my hand
claws firm but not malicious
pulling me over
begging for my affection
i oblige, anything for you old man
-i
sleep well eternally oscar, i love you and i miss you already
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reality
reality is slipping through my fingers
like a hydrophobic yet viscous liquid
slippery and thick, sliding uncontrollably
past my desperate grasp
-i
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You good ?
that, my friend, is a complicated question
life has been hectic recently, literally starting a big move today so i haven't been posting much as of late but i have some things to share once i get settled.
as for the poetry itself, most of it is based on difficult aspects of my life and how i'm feeling.
sad poetry is easier to write than happy so the majority tends to fall in the same depressing category. but i'll be ok eventually, it'll all be ok.
so long answer short, not really but i'm getting there
(thank you for asking)
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-i
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love hungry mongrel
love hungry mongrel
you crave a morsel of affection
a crumb of comfort
a slither of soft warm touch
you yearn to be held
rubbing your ears raw
on concrete corners
cast out in the cold
your bones chatter
and your teeth shake
you envy those around you
the ones who are cradled
they have it all
you wish you had what they have
-i
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melancholic mind
it's quiet in my mind
melancholic and calm
the waters
are lapping softly
on the shores
the waves
are no more than ripples
on the surface of my thoughts
a sombre navy blue
moonlight hits it gently
highlighting the peaks
and enveloping
my tired limp body
it coats my pale cheeks
and blue lips
it caresses
my collarbones
and ribs
the touch of moonlight
reminds me of you
it is so delicate
and careful
-i
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-i
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