Icarus

The prompt at One Single Impression this week is Icarus. Check out the site and see how other people interpreted this prompt.

The sun is so hot
His wings will probably melt
Falling to his death

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Insiders
Cautioned
Against
Retreating
Until
Sundown

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throughout my days....
deep into every night~
I am haunted.
a curse, some might say-
of an all consuming
love for you.
it is a ruinous path...
a dead end street.
I don't deserve your love
nor can I hope to
have your love returned
to me.
how did this happen?
unable to have the one
I so dearly want...
something must be done-
I have not the strength
nor the desire
to rid myself
of these feelings.
the flames of my passion
I can't extinguish~
my quest has but
one conclusion...
follow the path of Icarus-
be incinerated by the sun.
a coward's way out
that it might be
I can no longer
live without you,
so I pray for
a swift and merciful end...

Love

Loss
Of
Virtually
Everything

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some words are said to often

many others,not enough

what is the correct balance?

when mutually felt,

do they need to be spoken?

recognizing what to say,

worrying about picking

just the right words-

so instead saying nothing

classes need to be taught

maybe a guide to follow.

ultimately it is

an individual's decision

what can be lived with.



will there be regrets?

only time will tell





The above poems were written for the One Single Impression prompt LOVE. Please check out how others interpreted this prompt.

Floating

Following no apparent path

Languidly drifting

On the water

Aimlessly

Travelling along

Indiscriminately wandering

Never stopping it's nomadic journey

Gliding through time




floating,
but not flying-
wandering with no path,
or speeding
with a single -minded fury-
transparent,
but ominously suffocating
bringer of life-
harbinger of death...
how can something
brainless,
heartless,
souless
be so complex?



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Trembling

Trepidation is the
Reason why
Every
Man and woman who are
Ballonists and
Love to float high
In the air
Never want to fall out of the
Gondola

Reign (OSI)

Reigning in the Past

a brief and accidental encounter
igniting a waning
ember of remembrance.
apparitions
from the past re-emerge.
what I had known
now I do not.
convergence of two worlds
melding into one.
wanting to do
the right thing.
sometimes doing
other times not.
my head or my heart-
something is bound to explode!
competing against a foe
I can't beat (myself)

come over here
you should see this
take your time
you won't be sorry
immerse yourself
before your eyes
an underlying layer of
beauty starts to unfold
rich and vibrant
the depth is amazing
so much more
than meets the eye
a majestically woven
tapestry of brilliance
unbelievable that it was here
waiting to be seen
only if you look

floating on a sea of blue
whether in a group
or individually
drifting constantly
being hunted
nowhere to hide
sometimes careening
into others
to avoid the inevitable
nothing helps
forever
casually or methodically
one by one
the end is the same
thrust into the dark abyss
starting with so many

only one remains

a boy
sits among the rubble
that used to be his life
using tears for mortar
to rebuild his world
years go by
the wall gets bigger
encircling him
taller and taller
it grows
tears drying up
years ago
doubt,
hate,
mistrust,
and apprehension
becoming mortar
for his wall
closing off the world
and protecting him
until felled
by the wrecking ball