Why did you do it?
You must have felt the hot drips of wax on your back,
known that your flight would soon be over.
So why did you stay up so high?
Did you know you'd become a warning?
A moral?
Was the height so exhilarating you forgot yourself?
Caught up in youthful idiocy like they say?
Or was it the first time you truly felt Apollo's rays?
Felt the light shining on your wings?
Did you fall in love with the sun?
And the sweet burn of melting wax and falling feathers?
I know I did.
Did you know it would soon be over?
Did you still climb higher?
Try to get a little bit closer?
Even as it burned?
Daedalus was just jealous you could fly higher than he ever dared to.
Jealous of your youth. Your freedom.
Cause you loved ever minute of it.
Icarus, did you know you were going to fall?
Decided it was worth it?
Your precious moments of freedom worth every terrified moment of descent
Because those breathes in the sun were the most beautiful ones you'd ever take.
Kids like us know: the best high is the one followed by the fall.
Icarus, they wanted you to be a lesson,
But I never saw you as anything but an inspiration
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 11:02 PM UTC
If you said you were cold
I would wrap my arms around you
If you said you were thirsty
I would give you the ocean blue
I would give you anything,
The moon, the stars, the sunset too.
This heart in my hands I hold out to you
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 4:48 PM UTC
I swallowed you and
though about swallowing the gun
I licked the taste of you off my lips and
thought about licking off the rest of the chemicals
You're hands wrapped around my throat and
I wished they were a rope
I left scratches on your back and
thought about scratching my veins open
We kissed in the pool and
I imagined sinking to the bottom
Loving you was just a distraction from hating myself
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 7:49 PM UTC
The first time I tasted you I fell in love.
No that's not true.
I was already in love.
I guess what I mean is I got addicted.
They say some drugs hook you the very first time you try them
but I didn't believe them.
Until I tasted you.
And I would have sworn off eating for eternity
as long as it meant I wouldn't forget the taste of you in my mouth
But I went home and ate some eggs.
and I don't remember what you tasted like.
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 10:31 PM UTC
Why do they call it spiraling?
As if my fall was anything other than brutal and ******
Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 8:20 PM UTC
Assignment: Reflect on this quote
"He in his madness prays for storms and dreams that storms will bring him peace" -Leo Tolstoy
Sometimes all we want is something to destroy us.
To dash us to pieces upon the rocks,
until we lay scattered,
like a macabre game of 52 pickup.
Because it's easier to start over from scratch then to stretch one more butterfly bandage.
When you've done so many repairs and patch-ups that you are less person and more stitches,
it makes more sense to break,
so you can gather up the fragments and fashion them into something new.
Cause maybe your next self will be less fragile than the last.
So we fall in love with the dangerous things:
Storms and people,
and everything in between.
Not because we think we're invincible,
because we are waiting for the thing that will destroy us properly for once.
Rinse and Repeat.
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 11:38 PM UTC
All I can feel is sorry.
It feels every space where there should be other emotions.
Or comes linked with them.
I'm mad, sorry
I love you, sorry
I'm sorry, sorry
I'm sorry for the things I've done,
things I haven't done,
but mostly what I will do in the future.
I know I'm going to hurt you
so every time I talk to you all I can feel is guilt.
Every time you smile I am reminded of how soon that will be gone and it will be my fault.
So when I apologize for every little thing
it's not really because I'm that sorry for stealing your fries,
it's to apologize for the future when I won't be able to.
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 8:34 PM UTC
We learned about the three types of love in class today,
and all I could think about was you.
My teacher said eros was ****** desire
and all I could think about was the taste of your lips and how they felt on my skin.
But Plato defined eros as the love of beauty in a person
and my thoughts turned to how the sunlight loves to play on your face.
Philia is the love between friends, my teacher said
and I thought back to snow fights and shared laughter.
Aristotle said philia comes from the best people,
It makes sense that everyone loves you.
The selfless love: agape
The perfect mix of the other two:
a passion and a fondness,
spontaneous and comfortable.
Agape is often described as the love between God and humans.
And gods did I worship you
and gods I didn't deserve you
but gods I think for a moment you loved me too
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 8:27 PM UTC
What is the meaning of life?
Is it to be remembered?
To have people tell stories of you after you are gone?
Is it to change the world?
To make an impact in the blink of existence allotted to us?
To create something that will last?
Last until everybody you knew or who knew you is dead?
Humans are obsessed with finding a meaning.
A goal.
To matter.
We are born onto an assembly line that is
go, go, go, go, go
and then it ends.
What is left?
We never take time to think about how beautiful it is just to exist.
How, for this moment to be happening, the universe had to be created.
And through an incomprehensible sequence of events you ended up here.
In this moment.
This is a miracle.
There is no need to force yourself to matter, you already do.
You are the product of billions and billions of years of work.
Cherish it.
For the words flow so much easier when you aren't trying to force them,
when you simply sit and watch the sunset and listen to the birds.
What is the meaning of life but to exist?
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 8:17 PM UTC
One day I will return to the dust of the Universe.
But first?
Let me shine.
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 8:09 PM UTC