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Linking my most... Popular(????) poem from AO3 + putting down below 🥰

Like Icarus

There is a part of me

That will always reach for the stars

Long for the chance that Icarus lost

To take to the skies and achieve freedom

With wings of wax and plucked feathers

Or wings made my own blood and bone

Whatever will keep me in the sky

But I also long for the waters

The depths that swallowed Icarus whole

Unforgiving and filled with the unknown

Dark and deep, ever churning

To fade into the midnight waters

And never again long for air

To become one with the tides

Never again have to care

But my feet are bound

Firmly to solid grounds

Shackles invisible, ever tightening

Choking my voice and hindering my limbs

And somehow, like Icarus, I still fall.

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Blue Stone Rings

Blue Stone Rings

Wrapped in silk

In the middle of the night

A long white skirt lays over my knee

A backdrop for jewelry of silver and gold

Of stone and glass

Enamel and bronze

And I am surrounded by jewelry boxes

Some are old, others are new...

All have been filled to the brim

As I carefully sort through yours and my own

My touch lingers on every piece-

My heart almost hurts.

My hands are shaking

And the spot where my heart lays

feels empty, lacking.

Tarnished silver and age-worn clothes

Have been handled and pushed aside.

I have no trouble not clinging to your memory

But...

The stones on your ring are blue-

The stones on mine are also blue-

Now they both pass through my hands.

Topaz and Sapphire look so different on my fingers

I can feel the threat of tears press against my eyes

Though none will grace my cheeks

But you- for the first time in my life

You are gone

(I can remember your hugs as well as I can remember your disdain)

And I remain- stubborn and torn

(Do I mourn who you were or who you could have been for me?)

Time passes on.

I compare our tastes-

They strike me as painfully similar-

Blue stones, silver bands.

They shine, glinting in the dim light of my desk lamp.

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Ajdhsksjaiajhhjjjhhhhgghhsj- Hi.

22, ENTP 6w5, ignoring my own pronouns rn, beyond socially awkward and surprisingly extroverted, aspiring to be something, maybe I'll figure that out.

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Feel free to check out my poetry on my AO3 @ magpiewantsmorewords, feel free to ignore my really shitty drabble/shorts that have to do with a 3year long project (so far) that are so jumbled I got lost, I also keep forgetting I made this so 🤷🏻‍♀️

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[remwantsmorewords]

The Finer Things

I'd sell my bones

For sanguine stones

To fill the scars

That I still trace

And everytime

I close my eyes

I can see the stars

In the dark of my mind

I'd trade my flesh

For the verdigris of copper

To remake my voice

With cold metal

For everytime I speak

Nails fill my throat

I'd offer my blood

For Sable wool

To be my hair and

For the warmth of the sun

As it burns my skin

Of honey and milk

White gold adorned

With dravite and silk

And I'd ask for liquid gold

To fill my soul

Since my heart

Is filled with ever melting ice

I'd tear my body limb from limb

To hear a silent winters night

And I'd ask for peace

If nothing else

Because I have always

Fought in life

I wish to remake myself

Erase the old and embrace

The finer things

I can imagine

Stones and gold and wool so fine

Body, mind and soul

Crafted with an artists hand

Some unforseen masterpiece

That takes the world by storm

And then, come time

It'll collect dust

Forgotten and lost

To the forward-march of life

A masterpiece no longer

On display

And when it is found again

It shall be a fine thing

Shine the metals

Polish the stones

Replace the wool

And mend the silks

And they will once again say

What a fine thing