flyingwithwaxwings

[flyingwithwaxwings]

Heed no warning from Icarus

He was my warning 

I saw his doom from 

The very beginning 

And I knew someday

I would fall just the same

He was my warning

I’ve failed to heed

Never changing my course

Flying too close to the sun

He was my warning

But even when my 

Wings are singed and black

I convince myself that

I’m strong enough to fly higher

He was my warning

When I followed his path

Time and time again 

But never looking back 

At my failed flights because 

He was my warning

That I could only blindly follow

Flying just as close every time

Knowing the sun will claim me

Just the same as him and me before

Because there is nothing that appeals more

Then flying too close to the sun and 

Thinking I’m too special to fall 

I burn.

#writing #fanfic #writing practice #creative writing #vent writing #poetry #poems #prose #poet #short poem #icarus #call me icarus #greek mythology #icaruswinters #forgive me #I dont write poetry much #but I'm a vain man #and I cant stop flying too close to the sun #spilled poetry #spilled ink

[flyingwithwaxwings]

Red flower Blue flower

Blue flowers teach us nothing. Blue doesn't offer life lessons, not the same way that the Red flowers teach us of heartbreak and lust and hurt and war. It's the thorns of a red rose that teach us how to appreciate the silky red petals and soft scent.

Red flowers teach us nothing. Red doesn't offer life's pleasures, not the same way that the Blue flowers lend us peace and patience and beauty. It's the soft beauty and life of a blue flower that teach us to appreciate the quiet things in life.

#poetry #spilled poem #spilled poetry #spilled words #icarus #flyingwithwaxwings #writing #fanfic #writing practice #creative writing #flowers #poem #poems

[flyingwithwaxwings]

The Power of Writing

I want to write. But I want to write in the way it crumples the reader, maybe even the writer. I want to write something so full of emotion it shakes. So full of emotion you fall, sobbing, the emotions piercing you straight to your bones. So full of emotion you feel you’ll never recover, there’s nothing else in the world but the intense, toe-curling way the writing makes you feel. It’s so stunning you lose your breath, your heart, and your mind. Something that can crumble even the most stoic and removed readers into a shaking pile of tears, with salty pain and an aching heart. I want to invoke feelings you didn’t even know were capable to feel, feelings that leave you so shocked you don’t think you’ll ever recover…yet you want more. I want to build mountains so powerful you can’t imagine anyone ever climbing them. I want to create raging oceans so deep and full of feeling you feel like drowning just looking at them. Creation is a powerful thing, it’s a power those who use it have taken for themselves. I’ll take that power, I’ll hone it and tune it into a mystical rage that nobody could hope to replicate. I want the power that leaves you breathless in every sense of the word. 

The power to write is the power of creation, its the ability to form trees so majestic and gentle they come to life. It’s the ability to form oceans so vast they hide worlds of mystical potential within them. It’s the ability to form countries full of creatures unknown to know man, who trade and grumble in curious ways. It’s the ability to form old gods, dying deep in these forests and oceans, who dedicate their last mighty breath to giving life to acres of nature. But it’s not just the ability of creation. It’s the power to tell those creations’ stories. It’s the power to show the world the smallest tree frog and his tender passion for strawberry leaf hats, for who else could show the world? Writers are the backbones of stories, they are the parents of creation, and they are the gods of art.  

#writing #writing practice #creative writing #writeblr #writer things #my writing #dream #poetry #art #this is the power of art #me thinks

[flyingwithwaxwings]

I fall in love with so many concepts I can’t even name them all. I’ve fallen in love with people who don’t even exist. I’ve fallen in love with smells as temporary as the sunset. I’ve fallen in love with songs not even written for me. I’ve fallen in love with the feeling of smiling that I can’t even control. I’ve fallen so deeply in love with the concept of love, it doesn't even feel real. Is it a sin? Is it a sin to love these things? Or is it just a sin to mistake such fleeting, tiny moments of passion for love? Is it a sin to hope I know what true love feels like? 

Can you blame me? 

Can you love me? 

#writing practice #writing #fanfic #vent writing #creative writing #does this count as poetry? #poetry? #angst #spilled words #spilled poem #spilled love

[flyingwithwaxwings]

I fall in love with the ways you move

Slow, gentle paint strokes on canvas as rain patters on the window, I fall in love with the careful way you paint. 

Melodic music plays on the record player as you hum in the kitchen, I fall in love with the romantic way you bake. 

Delicate threading of the needle as you stitch tiny quilted squares together, I fall in love with the meticulous way you sew. 

Bouncy fingers strike the keys as the piano sings a happy tune, I fall in love with the expert way you play. 

Smooth hands run up my back as candles fill the room with luscious smells, I fall in love with the way you touch. 

Whispers dance through my mind as you lean in so close I get butterflies, I fall in love with the tender way you speak. 

The way you paint, bake, sew, play, touch, speak. The way you move, the way you create, the way you care. I fall in love with the ways you live. 

But at the end of the day, when you’re so deeply asleep you don’t even stir for my quiet kisses on your forehead and you don’t move in any which way, I still fall in love with you. 

#spilled poetry #does this count as poetry? #writing #writing practice #vent writing #creative writing #fanfiction #poetry? #angst #poetry #poem #free form poetry #love #love songs nobody wrote #angst poems #love sick #spilled ink #spilled words #poets on tumblr #writers and poets #writing whatever i think of

[flyingwithwaxwings]

After a certain number of years on this planet, everyone gets, at one point or another, the same heartwrenching experience of being known. One month you’re minding your business wandering through life as a bright-eyed 18-year-old, who still knows how to hide heartbreak. Another month you’re pouring your heart and soul out to someone you can only assume will love you for life and you will no longer feel pain, or fear, or loneliness, or sadness, because this person makes them all go away. For a brief moment, you wonder “How? How do they make all the pain and bad things in the world go away?” They don't. They build this beautiful little wall between you and your pain and you think, for a brief and ignorant moment, that it’s gone away because you can’t see it. For months, maybe years, they stand smiling between you and all the pain and bad. Maybe it seeps through the cracks of their open arms, maybe you have days where you wonder “oh, is it still there?” But they give you a hug and a kiss and assure you “there’s no pain when I am here.” Regardless of how true it is, they forget to mention that one day they aren’t there anymore. Then, you realize all the pain? Was just waiting to crash down and swallow you in a wave. With their absence, you see every built-up emotion that has been growing raw and untamed for years behind your blinded back. When they leave, and they will, it crushes you; because what they made seem like the absence of bad was just the delay of it. Maybe they even made it worse. But regardless, you’ll be left raw and drowning, with no loving wall to protect you from the bad.

#love #creative writing #writing #writing practice #one shots #vent writing #poetry? #does this count as poetry? #writers on tumblr #on love #sorry #romance #heartbreak #words of the heart #comfort #hurt/comfort #angst #heartache #spilled poetry #quote

[flyingwithwaxwings]

I feel like people don't often think/notice how much fanfiction/fandom content/romance/writing content is all geared at women or otherwise feminine people. Like this isn't a complaint or some "men are oppressed" bullshit, this is just my observation about how little content there is speaking towards the male audience of fandoms and writing. Even a lot of gn!reader fic I read still subconsciously reads female reader to me, like the reader always being smaller then the S/O, adjectives like "beautiful/gorgeous/etc," long hair, etc etc. I just see so much content 24/7 that assumes I'm a woman and I don't really have much of a comment on this tbh, I just find it interesting to observe. Especially in BL/mlm shipping scenarios where it's assumed I (as the reader/viewer) am a woman. {I won't get into all that right now} It's like even in situations where I am trying to view relatable content I'm still viewing from a different lens. I think it's important for me to experience this and find this as my own call to provide the content I want to see, especially on this site, but it's still unique to me and I wonder do others notice. Am I the only one? Why aren't there more male fanfic writers? (Or are there male fanfic writers that we just don't see as much of or, like myself, we feel pressured to make more gn!reader content to appeal to a perceived predominantly female audience?)

#writing #this is not BY ANY MEANS anti woman or complaining #i very much enjoy a lot of the writing content on this app #even if it assumes im petite or a bottom #of which i am not #but having to put everything into a filter to enjoy it makes me wonder if this is what its like for poc audiences #this isnt complaing btw #this is observing #male #male fanfic #male fanfic authors #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #wattpad #male authors #male writers #why doesnt anyone say male writers #where are the men #also im gay #if you couldnt tell

[flyingwithwaxwings]

Thunder

The forest, the rain, the green, the cold, the warm, the air, the trees, the earth, the dampness, the heaviness, the peace, the serenity, the birds, the clouds, the white sky, the thunder, the puddles, the mud, the wood, the hut, the glass, the coffee, the petrichor, the crispness, the timelessness, the way the world should be. 

Every element that surrounded me wrapped me in a peaceful hug full of quiet moisture. I listened intently to the drumming of the rain around me, the low rumble of thunder rolling over the tops of high trees. My eyes filled with green from every angle, save for the soaked wooden porch I stood on. My lungs filled with satisfaction with every clean breath, it’s like every movement brought me closer to the Earth. What a proper day for the Earth indeed, as I stood still in peace she worked methodically around me, fulfilling every need for every living thing. I looked up at the heavens blessing the ecosystem with the beautiful reality of water raining down like each drop was dancing with glee to give life to the world around me. 

I couldn’t help but notice with every observation the reality of how life was always meant to be, that when surrounded by living breathing things of every different variety one knows that life is beautiful beyond our wildest imaginations. The thunder served as the steady, powerful reminder that those who dared to off-put it would face the quick wrath of the natural world.

#writing #creative writing #fanfic #writing practice #one shots #vent writing #writers #my writing #writers on tumblr #nature #an ode to nature #thunder #thunderstorm #lightning #forest #trees #writing blog #poetry? #poem

[flyingwithwaxwings]

I am the sun, I am fire. I am spinning flames, dancing in a mad fury. I am in constant motion, changing and shifting but my core will never change.

I am the sun, I am heat. I lash out in anger, I lash our in painful spurts and bursts. I spit furiouity. I am warmth until the warmth grows to scorching pain and unbearable heat.

I am the sun, I am powerful. I am unmovable, I am stubborn. I outshine those around me, you can only admire me for so long before it hurts.

I am the sun, I love the moon. I admire a silence and patience I will never have. I love the quiet listener I so painfully hide. I cannot see past my own burning bright light. I cannot tone down my own heat to admire the beauty of those I shine around.

I am the sun, I am the center of the universe. I am the sun, fire, heat, powerful, painful, full of myself. I am the sun, so bright I cannot see my moon. I am the sun, so large I cannot look past my own brilliance to the beauty of the planets around me. I am the sun, I am warmth too fueled it hurts. I am a fire no one can burn out.

I am the sun.

#writing #writing practice #vent writing #if it sounds egotistical #thats because it is #my ego is massive #i am the sun #sun #sun x moon #the sun loves the moon #moon #somebody be my moon please #poetry? #does this count as poetry? #flyingwithwaxwings

[flyingwithwaxwings]

Lost in your eyes:

Sure they're pretty, but as I search across the planetary surface of your amber eyes, I'm lost. I'm searching for meaning, meaning behind your words. You tell me:

"I don't need you:" a gunshot to the heart and a torturous puzzle to the brain.

I'm searching, lost trying to find the sympathy that once was there. Lost, trying to understand why it hurts so much to look at you; a pain I never had to fear before.

"Goodbye, love." Is it? I'm lost in your eyes trying to find where it's a good bye. How could this ever be good? I'm lost trying to find the love.

Once a soft voice, now laced with a dagger you never meant to send to meet my back. Once soft eyes, now empty of the joyous love they once held.

"I'm sorry."

I'm lost looking for any sign that's true, your eyes offer no signs of life, no signs of love.

#writing #writing practice #fanfic #oneshots #romance #angst #angst prompt #deep writing

[flyingwithwaxwings]

On Dragons

One of the single greatest faults of humanity is the sinful tendency to ignore one of nature’s greatest species on the vague suggestion that it might not exist. Dragons, widely regarded as a species found only in myths and fiction, are not only semi-believable in context of our world’s creations, but incredibly wonderful to consider. Not only do they breathe excitement into our society’s very instinct to search for thrilling and glorious creations, but they are so full of potential. It should be a crime to ignore all the different possibilities of this species based on the claim that we’ve found no proof of their existence; regardless of their current state of being on this planet, the concept we can visualize of them is very much alive and flourishing. They trample the potential of Dinosaurs in terms of variations, strengths, abilities, and potential hypotheses about their theoretical extinction; therefore, on all levels we should at least afford the same treatment we give to Dinosaurs, who are much less exciting in comparison, to the powerful species of the Dragon.

#creative writing #dragons #fanfic #fanfiction #sci-fi #1800s sci-fi #dragons are cool #writers #writing #academic #op-ed

[flyingwithwaxwings]

Muddy feet on hard gravel

Laughter rings out "stop that!" Playful cheers as you pick me up and mimick dunking me underwater. Water dripping down my face, you put me down gently. Your mistake: I splash you with the cool liquid before running (as best I can in knee deep water) away, giggling. "Revenge!" I call out, hiding behind her. Your hair sticks flat to your face, just like mine. I try to run but my foot sinks into the warm, shifting sand underneath. It engolfs my foot and ankle in a long hug and my running is put to a harsh stop and we both go tumbling into the water. I sit up sputtering with laughter, shoving you lightly. My watch is wet. My shirt clinges to my shoulders and torso, your cargo shorts turned a deep brown with the water.

Muddy feet on hard gravel. Dripping wet, clingy clothes. Late for church. But all is worth it to have that memory ringing through my brain, the laughter dancing around us, the smiles floating through the air. Always.

#writing #writing practice #summer days #summer memories #water #waterfalls #oneshots #vent writing

[flyingwithwaxwings]

"Go ahead, ruin me. I could give a damn about my reputation in France." I sneered at him, refusing to drop eye contact, refusing to step down.

"And in Scotland?" He jived, thinking he held something over me

"They will believe their king." And with that, I turned and left, leaving him scowling in place behind me. I knew how much he wanted to have the final word, but I was sick of the petty games.

"Hold on-" I ignored him, focused only on the heavy doors to his throne room that I approached, my cape flapping behind me, bouncing with the pace of my strides. I could see the eyes of his court watching me go, uncertainty and shock on their faces. Five seconds ago it seemed I was at the mercy of their king, perhaps they'd forgotten who they were dealing with. "You can't just run from me, Damien!" I'd reached the doors, I looked at his guard, nodding to him, then turned to face my adversary one last time.

"I'm not running, you've just given me no reason to stay. We're done here; you have nothing."

#for king and country #inspired by that one scene from for king and country but make it gender bent #forgive me but I've never seen the show #I was inspired by tiktok #writing #writing practice #practice #writing prompts #tiktok #fanfic #one shots #i could give a damn about my reputation in france #kings #royalty

[flyingwithwaxwings]

Vibes

"You are the dancing queen, young and sweet only 17" the car radio sang at me as the wind danced with my hair. I sang along to the beat, not caring about my voice, not caring I sounded crappy, only caring about the blasting music, sticking my head out the window, and my brother in the driver's seat singing equally bad.

"Dancing queen, feel the beat from the tambourine, oh yeah," he sang back from the driver's seat, I turned back to smile at him as I continued the song,

"You can dance"

"You can Jive"

"Having the Time of your life-" There really was nothing else in the world right now, just the straight up vibes as we drove down the highway, dusk setting in, knowing there'd be fresh dinner for us whenever we made it home. I felt the gentle coolness on my face from the breeze and it dried out my smile, my throat was growing horse from singing, but I didn't and wouldn't stop.

There are no problems when you're blasting music driving down the highway, cause life is a highway

And I'm gonna ride it all night long.

#just vibes #writing #writing practice #mha #fanfiction #a03 #driving

[flyingwithwaxwings]

backstabber

Steam filled my vision as hate filled my brain. 

backstabber

“How could you two?!” I yelled out at them. It was meant to sound pissed, but the little voice crack ruined the effect. 

backstabber

Reiner looked down at me with a sorrowful look on his face, which only fueled my rage more.

backstabber

Images flooded my brain, Reiner helping me learn ODM gear, Berthold waking up halfway off his bed, and, me, turning to the both of them for advice and telling them about that day-”the day you two caused!”-watching my mom get eaten by a titan- “Because of you two!”

backstabber

“You’re not our friends, you never were! Berthold… Reiner… You damn traitors!”

backstabber

“You’re nothing but cold blooded murderers!” I screamed, a scream of desperation. Heat. Pain. Yelling. Seeing my mother get eaten again and again and knowing the two people who caused it have been right in front of me. The whole time. 

backstabber

“I’ll tear you apart. Once my hand heals, I’ll rip you apart… Tear you to shreds…Rip you into tiny pieces… And eat you!”

backstabber

#eren yeager #aot #aot season 2 #reiner #berthold #armored titan #reiner and bethold #eren #aot fanfic #aot oneshots #backstabber Kesha #traitors #fanfic #writing #attack on titan #not sure why I'm writing something from Eren's POV but I love the song Backstabber so here #eren's pov

[flyingwithwaxwings]

Wait, wouldn't there normally be a smile there?

Hm, must of forgot.

Wait, wouldn't I normally pipe up? I had thoughts, why didn't I say them?

Hm, cat got my tongue.

Wait, wouldn't I normally post that regardless?

Hm, must be the lighting I don't like.

Wait, wouldn't I try to hit that ball?

Hm, my legs froze.

Wait, Aren't I confident? Wait, I thought I liked my appearance? Wait, I thought I wasn't afraid to speak up?

Wait. Wait. Where'd it go? My confidence? My self esteem?

I'm running, I'm trying, maybe I can catch it, maybe I can catch the fleeting version of myself who could do this.

Why can't I do it? Why didn't I say anything? Why am I hiding? Why am I cowering?

I ooze self confidence.....right?

#does this count as poetry? #poems #one shots #writing #vent #vent writing #angst poems #poetry #confidence #low self esteem

[flyingwithwaxwings]

((AOT Season 3 Spoilers. LeviXErwin))

"Please don't say you love me." Levi cut me off before I could say anything. "I don't want to know, you know that, Erwin."

"I know." Levi was an interesting guy, maybe that's why I had such strong feelings for him. He's one of the few people, if not the only one, I've met who doesn't seem to want to ever know who their soulmate was. Levi seemed content to live, love, and die as he pleases without knowing what he was truly loosing when those around him died. Hence why he's always insisted, and once more insists, that I cannot tell him I love him.

"You've got no choice left, Erwin. Give up on your dream and die. Lead those soldiers to their death. I'll take care of the beast titan." Levi looks down at my feet as he kneels in front of me, trying to beat around the bush.

"You're right." Of course he is, he always is. "I just hate dying not knowing." The unspokeness of my words hangs in the air as he looks up at me. I hate not knowing what's in the basement, I hate dying not knowing if what we had was meant to be. He stands in front of me, there's some hint of sorrow on his face although I know he tries to hide it. As soon as I look to meet him in his eyes, his stoic gray eyes, he turns away.

"Erwin, of course this changes nothing, what I'm about to say, so ignore it ever happened," a hesitation I've never heard in the man's voice slips through, "I love you."

Suddenly, my vision is swimming with color. Blues, yellows, greens, and lots and lots of reds, swarm my vision. For the first time in my life I can see the full beauty of the world, the moment I have been waiting for for so long... Levi has just confirmed my biggest hope and biggest fear. He makes no move to look back or acknowledge the significance of what he's done.

"Levi" just once...

He turns back to look at me and I smile, I can see his handsome face, the tragic face of a toughned warrior, just once in full color before my death. "Thank you."

AU: Soulmate au where you see color once your soulmate tells you they love you for the first time.

#eruri #levi #leviackerman #erwin #erwinsmith #levixerwin #oneshots #fanfic #soulmateaus #soulmates #midnightsun #pain #i wrote this tipsy at 2 am #please dont judge me