What Ifwhen Icarus Fellapollo Caught Himbefore He Hit The Sea,arms As Warm As The Sun,but Safer.

what if when icarus fell apollo caught him before he hit the sea, arms as warm as the sun, but safer.

what if when ariadne cast the rope across a broken branch aphrodite stepped in with a reminder that this, this is not the kind of love you die for.

what if when achilles was ready for war ares appeared with a smile and said “you win well when you win, but what are you unwilling to lose if you lose?” and achilles knew the answer.

if you could retell the tale wouldn’t you want to tell it kinder? wouldn’t you want to give them peace, even love, where you could?

l.s. | I AM TIRED OF RE-WRITING TRAGEDY WITHOUT CHANGE. LET THEM LIVE. LET THEM LEARN. LET THEM LOVE © 2016

How many times can someone fall out of love?

Trick question.

No one ever really falls out of love.

Not all the way atleast.

For love is a shape shifter if I ever knew one.

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I will die on this hill

And you will not know

Because you would have left

My heart at home.

So I become a peony.

The ground holds me kindly,

The same way she has cradled bones and buried teardrops,

Until I disintegrate into her embrace.

I will not be waiting for you when you come back for me.

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The stars are all already ghosts.

And perhaps they are proof that there is a life after this one in which beautiful things are possible.

That we might bring someone hope in their darkest moment even if we are too far gone to be bound by the gravity of holding someone's faith in our palms.

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I have nothing to offer you but potential.

Do with it what you will.

I hope you will find a better use for it that I have.

The most reckless thing I ever did was forgive you.

Mostly because I couldn't help it.

.

Please, stay with me until I forget.

I am frightened.

I am

Scared.

I am really

Scared.

For freedom is lonely.

And regret a vicious companion

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~I don't know what I mean but I hope you do (02.20.21.)

"There's a special place in hell for people like you, you know that?"

"You bet. The V.I.P. section, baby."

"You have time."

They say

"You are still young."

But one day I won't be.

One day soon I won't be.

And then what?

And then what?

@reveriesofawriter KNOWS WHATS UP♡

Today I am thinking about Alex Claremont-Diaz with the classic bisexual inability to sit properly.

My body full of creaking bones

Wraiths writhe within their marrow

Whisper haunting tales that echo through

These hollow heart chambers.

A dust leaden tounge

And rotting floorboard flesh.

Guilting termites eating away at each memory I do not have left to loose.

Bleeding out stale promises that crumble when held.

My existence a ghost.

~

I forget how to pronounce poetry's name

And she does not cast me sinner for this transgression

Instead, she caresses my tounge

Brushes a metaphor across my aching finger tips

Says

close your eyes, oh you who once believed

And let me remind you of what heaven tastes like on the lips

Let me teach you again of how to summon my mercy

~

im just going to have to keep writing bad poems until there are none left but good ones ;) writers ♡strategy♡