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This is a poetry blog!
I like to write poetry, so I use this sideblog to share it.
If you want to see my main blog it is @im-secretly-a-frog
If you have prompts or ideas for me, please put in an ask.
Thankyou!
Marching marching drums in ears
heartbeat heartbeat drums in ears
skin of armour bones of spears
deadly palour eyes with tears
fire settled deep in bones
so familiar grating tones
marching marching drums in ears
Heartbeat heartbeat drums in ears
settled deep into the stones
of the temples and our tomes
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Falling, flying.
I feel like I'm running out of time.
I was walking in the ocean,
and I looked out to sea.
I suddenly had this desire to just walk out there.
To just keep walking forever,
and never come back.
I dream of falling,
not flying.
I have so much left to say.
I was looking at the stars,
and I wondered,
what it would be like to touch them.
Not for greatness,
just to burn.
There would be so many stories,
that would go unfinished.
Not just mine.
But that's okay.
I'm not sure they would ever be finished anyway.
Just please.
Whatever happens,
Don't let them put that name,
on my gravestone.
For another night.
It will just be a dream.
Of falling,
not flying.
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Oh Icarus
How beautiful you were
As you fell
Burning wings
Crashing into the sea
But for all that you fell
Still, you flew
And sometimes I wonder
If you smiled
In that instant
Between flame and waves
And you thought
I burned, but still, I flew.
And sometimes, Icarus
I envy you
Not for the flying
But for the burning
The falling
To fall from such a height
That the ripples echo through history
And find their way into the life
Of someone so far away.
Because, my sweet Icarus
You flew, but you still fell
And the way you fell
So beautifully
Into poetry
How could I not envy you?
I think something is broken inside of me.
I am in love with the idea of falling in love
I want so desperately to be known
and touched
and seen
but I shy away when it is offered to me
Even when I have the courage to grip it tight
somehow it slips through my fingers
Why is it so hard for me to just be happy?
I just want to be happy.
I'm doing the poetry thing again!! Sorry for the random and unplanned hiatus, my ex partner and I broke up and my mental health was pretty bad for a while, so finding energy to write poetry amongst my other work was just not possible for a bit.
My post will not be regular, as I never planned it to be regular in the first place, but do expect more poetry from me in the future. I am healing and I have a new boyfriend (love poetry is so back).
The universe finishes their latest masterpiece
with a dusting of powdered sugar
But still, it is not right
Again, they say
I walk down the street with a rhythm of three
On a ground both solid and precarious
I see a man water his car
And flowers yearn for freedom
A rhythm of two joins me
Reflected across the black river of stone
Time picks her favourites
Leaving others abandoned in the gutter
The universe holds a paintbrush in their teeth
Still it is not perfect
They add a slope here, cloak her in snow
And still they say, Again
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