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soft n sapphic

dreaming of goddesses, sunflowers and italian sunshine.

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every poem is a different style, leave me and my everchanging existence alone


September 16, 2018


    i. rusted crown, rusted skin.
    ii. the gods don't love you - they love only overblown hubris borne of their legends, their mystery. their pride will be their downfall, save for a few who came down to earth and hid while they could. no one has yet found hephaestus, athena, hestia. there are whispers that they hid in poseidon's abandoned palaces, in the mountains no one can climb - but those who try to seek them never come back alive.
    iii. maybe your golden dresses will save you when the day comes - or maybe icarus believed the same before he kissed death so, so fiercely. ichor decorates your palace walls and drips into the dark corners, where perhaps whispers welcome it. no one really knows, do they?
    iv. you don't care if you die anymore - the waiting will kill you faster. all you see now is gold, gold. rusty jewelry, broken gates, torn paintings.
    v. nothing lasts forever.


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  • ethereal.otherworldly

    thank u v much <3

    about 1 year ago
  • rainandsonder

    I absolutely love this writing style. It's so gorgeous, with the figurative language and the way it's numbered and generally everything. I especially liked "maybe icarus believed the same before he kissed so, so fiercely." Fantastic poem!

    about 1 year ago
  • ethereal.otherworldly

    oof i haven't but i love the story of icarus and i'll def check it out

    about 1 year ago
  • she's-got-a-story

    have you seen the comic icarus and the sun? or listened to icarus by bastille? obviously they're relevant

    about 1 year ago
  • Plausible.Poems

    this is so cool

    about 1 year ago