my-scribbles

-A lesson learned through pain and heartbreak 

As I’m corrupted by my own thoughts

-Am I the only one who can see what I’ve become?

Touch the stars

Be part of something special

Something magical

But now that I’ve met you

I’ve found

That there’s more than enough magic right here

-so I’ll stay with both feet on the ground a little while longer

-All the things you’ve taught me

-And everyday I smile and think “Today is not that day”

Dear soldier boy You left with your head held high Talking loud Looking proud In you brand new uniform

You left to fight Another man’s war A gun in your hand  And loyalty in your heart The posterboy of patriotism

You left behind  Your wife and kids Turned your back And ran A promise to be back The only thing they had

As you are lying on that field Blood slowly seeping  In the ground beneath your feet The taste of a broken promise Lying bitter on your tongue You can only wonder What it is that you did wrong

And as you close your eyes  underneath a starry sky Your chest coming up for a final rise You can already hear them grieve You are not ready to leave

And no matter what you say

We both know that there’s no such thing

As a good kind of pain

Here is what they don’t tell you:

Icarus laughed as he fell.

Threw his head back and

yelled into the winds,

arms spread wide,

teeth bared to the world.

(There is a bitter triumph

in crashing when you should be

soaring.)

The wax scorched his skin,

ran blazing trails down his back,

his thighs, his ankles, his feet.

Feathers floated like prayers

past his fingers,

close enough to snatch back.

Death breathed burning kisses

against his shoulders,

where the wings joined the harness.

The sun painted everything

in shades of gold.

(There is a certain beauty

in setting the world on fire

and watching from the centre

of the flames.)

—Fiona

-Was I just an achievement for you?