fly
,
a step, and a word is all
it takes
for starry-eyed bronze-blood child, hYPNOTIZED,
bY THE DREAMS AND PROMISES OF A,
qUEEN OF DECEIT,
~ and the wind takes your hand, you ~
8are face to the ice-touched pull of 8reezes and
you can't help but want to
fly,
Up to the ground,
dOWN TO THE SKY,
aND THE COLORS DANCE,,,
as you touch the clouds & the ground & your feet grow wings of bronze that don't feel
and you're alone
the silence of the 8right 8lue pain calls your name
invisible
but you say not a word
for you are a bird, you look up and watch
as soul-lit fANTASIES
soar
with the wings of naïve icharus, arms spread to gravity's call,
and there's not much left to tell
,
A/N: Wow, this turned out a lot stupider-sounding than I thought it'd be. My freeverse muse has…died. Also this is the first poem I've written in maybe four months.
Anyway, this started out as a prompted creative writing assignment, where we were supposed to write something inspired by a myth and I picked the one about Daedalus and Icharus…and, obviously, that turned into a crappy thing about Tavros because I have such feels for this boy, you have NO idea.
So..yeah. Im truly sorry if I got some things wrong, idk how I would, but anyway, I've only watched the Let's Read Homestuck up to about this part because I'm new and MSPA website doesn't like my phone, so yeah.
Please don't kill me if this sucks. I'll probably delete this later. ._.
*goes back to doing more schoolwork*
