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Icarus
The dreamer who dreamed too high.
A myth to subdue glory-seeking youth.
It's the tale of a foolish boy who dared to try to reach the sun,
But the heat was too great,
and his make-shift wings melted,
Dooming him to the frothing waves below.
But is that really the truth?
Maybe it's not a cautionary tale,
But one of hope-
Of hope for all dreamers to come.
He didn't fail to touch the sun,
Rather he touched the greatest glory.
He soared past the bewildered birds,
On past the highest mountains,
On past cold reality
And cruel calculation
Blistering
Blazing
Burning
Searing
Soaring
Seeking
And upon finding this nova of truest truths and most joyful joys,
He broke free from his mortal shell,
Leaving his story for future dreamers to tell.
The dreamer who dreamed too high.
A myth to subdue glory-seeking youth.
It's the tale of a foolish boy who dared to try to reach the sun,
But the heat was too great,
and his make-shift wings melted,
Dooming him to the frothing waves below.
But is that really the truth?
Maybe it's not a cautionary tale,
But one of hope-
Of hope for all dreamers to come.
He didn't fail to touch the sun,
Rather he touched the greatest glory.
He soared past the bewildered birds,
On past the highest mountains,
On past cold reality
And cruel calculation
Blistering
Blazing
Burning
Searing
Soaring
Seeking
And upon finding this nova of truest truths and most joyful joys,
He broke free from his mortal shell,
Leaving his story for future dreamers to tell.
Literature
icarus.
Icarus, i can still feel you and your weeping willow eyes on me.
your sun-golden hair is falling between my fingers,
part sky and part sun and part dawn,
and your honey breath is on the side of my neck.
you kiss my cheek, just a ghost. just an embrace of
scalding wax and feathers. do you miss your wings, or
do you prefer the stain of the sea?
the watery cancer in your lungs?
who will love you where you lie now?
my darling, i cannot reach you,
cannot hold you.
if you just wrap your arms around my waist,
maybe we could last longer.
if i just tangle my legs in yours,
maybe i could hold on longer.
don't sink.
there's something b
Literature
Icarus
Who are you, and what am I?
Remember me? I touched the sky
I flew too hard and burned too fast
Dreams like mine, they just don't last
I touched the sun on feathered limbs
I satisfied my wildest whims
But I burnt out, and I fell down
My body wasn't ever found
But don't remember me for how I failed
I embody all the dreams that've sailed
So who are you, and what am I?
Remember me? I wasn't afraid to fly.
Literature
The Rumour of Icarus
Icarus
there is a rumour that your father killed you, that
he bent your wings until they broke and then
told you, "Fly."
If this rumour is true, then it lives in the throats of
those fragile boys who wear your death like Cain's mark,
whose tender hands split like swollen tomatoes when
they pluck strangled seabirds, whose
arms slump beneath the weight of their father's genius.
And this rumour lives on
the under-skin of their eyelids so that when they die
or simply sleep
they dream of their fathers
or maybe just of Daedalus, standing with
his hands full of feathers and wax,
their blood-flecked down under his fingernails
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Well... this is something I wrote maybe a year ago?
I've always been slightly put off by the "moral" of this story of Icarus.
It's not really anything, but I like the idea.
I've always been slightly put off by the "moral" of this story of Icarus.
It's not really anything, but I like the idea.
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