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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

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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

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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?

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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