the crypt

not quite an archive, not quite an abyss

[crypt-cryptic]

i've been writing so many little bits of poetry and prose recently, wanted somewhere to share/archive them, so here we are! don't think there's much else i need but this post might be edited later to add info if it becomes necessary o7

#archive of the little things : original tiny pieces of whatever #refined crypt : any more complete original works #archival collection : reblogging things that speak to me #trickery and tips : tips and pointers. another reblog tag

reblogged posts will run on a queue. original posts will not

[miseria-fortes-viros]

yoooo guys these wings my dad made look INSANE i can’t wait to try them tomorrow

[miseria-fortes-viros]

i don’t think you understand i totally thought we were gonna die locked up in this castle but this fucking genius was like “im going to invent a way for humans to fly”. shout out to my dad he’s a real one fr

[miseria-fortes-viros]

LMAOOO this dude told me to be careful as he affixed the wings to my back…..dad no offense but you just invented flying and we have to go high enough to avoid the king’s archers. soo

[miseria-fortes-viros]

HOOOOLY SHIT YOU GUYS I AM SO AFRAID. THE GROUND IS SO FAR. HOW DO BIRDS DO THIS. OH MY GODS OH MY GODS OH MY GODS

[miseria-fortes-viros]

it’s so beautiful up here

[miseria-fortes-viros]

i don’t like seeing the ground. i’m going higher

[miseria-fortes-viros]

it’s cold and i can’t see anything. not sure if that’s better or worse

[miseria-fortes-viros]

by zeus….what is that thing…….it’s as bright as the sun and twice as warm

[miseria-fortes-viros]

the gods look truly down on me this day…apollo calls to me from his chariot of fire. a mere mortal. he must think my flight such a wondrous feat

[miseria-fortes-viros]

i don’t understand why but he’s coming closer. he is not supposed to stray from his path, lest the sun fall from the sky. why does he look so anguished to see me?

[miseria-fortes-viros]

oh. i am in his path

[miseria-fortes-viros]

it’s so hot…was it this hard to fly before? maybe i’m tired

[miseria-fortes-viros]

the wax

[miseria-fortes-viros]

he really does look like the sun…the light emanates from his fingers, his hair, his skin. he means to catch me. i reach for him

[miseria-fortes-viros]

his skin burns. i cannot hold on

[miseria-fortes-viros]

i slip through his fingers.

[miseria-fortes-viros]

it takes a really long time to fall from the sky. longer than i thought

[miseria-fortes-viros]

i wonder if he cried for me

[miseria-fortes-viros]

i pray to him just in case. i am grateful he tried. my palms are red and cracked from where they touched divinity. the ground does not look any closer than it was

[miseria-fortes-viros]

i have not seen my father since we took flight…i hope he escaped. i hope he will not witness this. i wish i could tell him how joyful these wings made me before the wax melted

[miseria-fortes-viros]

i do not regret it. i have seen with my own eyes what others will only dream of

[miseria-fortes-viros]

i am not afraid

[miseria-fortes-viros]

i am not afraid i am not afraid i am not afraid i am not afraid i am afraid i am afraid i am afraid

[miseria-fortes-viros]

please please please please please pleaseplease

[miseria-fortes-viros]

the gods will not save me. i suppose this is a lesson in hubris. i am forever a flightless thing

[miseria-fortes-viros]

please please please i have no coin for the ferryman if i am to die now i will never reach the realm of hades please turn me into a bird any bird or a bug or something anything please please pleasepleaseplease

[miseria-fortes-viros]

I AM NOT AFRAID I AM NOT AFRAID I AM NOT AFRAID I AM NOT AFRAID I AM N

[crypt-cryptic]

this one is not yet fully finished, but it is on hold and i consider it finished enough to post

he chose to love the sun more than he loved being alive

but in the heartbeat that he made the decision, he believed they were one and the same

his freedom was, in some way, tied to the sun, was it not?

how could the very thing that melted the bonds holding him back become hot enough to burn him?

[crypt-cryptic]

they hated you because you were designed to bite just as it is in their nature to flee, it is in yours to clamp down you were not violent. not until they made you this way does your heart still run over with the love you have not been permitted to share? it is in your nature to love, just as it is in your nature to hunt do your hands still shake as you make the final strike? do the vestiges of who you once were still murmur in your conscience?

[alivingtypo]

you can pry starting sentences with 'and' or 'but' out of my cold, dead hands

[prophetic-writer]

"How do you write such realistic dialogue-" I TALK TO MYSELF. I TALK TO MYSELF AND I PRETEND I AM THE ONE SAYING THE LINE. LIKE SANITY IS SLOWLY SLIPPING FROM BETWEEN MY FINGERS WITH EVERY MEASLY WORD THEY TYPE OUT. THAT IS HOW.

[crypt-cryptic]

it's easier to heal your inner child than it is to attempt to forgive the teenager that you still believe should have known better.

plain text poem below the cut

and suddenly, you are 15 again

and when you look in the mirror, you are facing the child you thought you would never have to see again

and when you look in the mirror, you are facing the child that you have not yet forgiven.

[cityelf]

this poem is about being nonbinary.

[crypt-cryptic]

another in image format. i think this is going to be the norm now poem in full below the cut

this poem was, initially, about a character, but i've found it rings more true to myself than i initially intended, the more i read it

i fear for letting you love me regardless of your reassurances or the endless forgiveness you promise i fear for letting you see the ugly parts of me. the ugly parts of my past you promise that you will love all of me, you say that it does not matter, but that is exactly what scares me if you are able to love all of me, that means that perhaps others are able to if you take apart my belief that there are unlovable sides of my being, i am left with nothing but to move forward i am not yet ready to move forward. even if you promise to forgive, i cannot yet accept it i will no longer be able to brush off those parts of myself as "other", as "unlovable" i cannot accept them as truly part of me. i cannot let myself be whole, not like that not yet. please do not force my hand. please do not love all of me. not yet

[crypt-cryptic]

testing something. image format this time. the poem is underneath the cut as well for those who use screenreaders or who struggle to read the image for one reason or another

as Icarus falls, near-blinded by the sun ignoring the tears in his eyes and hoping he'll once again fly with Daedalus watching his flesh and blood fall hoping the sun will not blind him praying his son will survive this

he hopes that his son will survive this he hopes that his father is blinded please, give my boy the most painless of deaths please, dad, don't watch as I take my last breath

[crypt-cryptic]

when everything that i remember of myself has been dismantled, where does that leave me to stand? can you truly be considered the same, if the past that shaped you was a construct made by someone else's hand?

[crypt-cryptic]

reminiscing as you hold tightly to a dying star that clings right back to you. silently praying that they too will survive the fallout, even while knowing it is borne of their destruction