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soleil-et-etoile · 11 days
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the kind of love
we always write about the kind of love that starts wars // but what about the kind that is just sitting on a couch at 3:00 A.M. // watching awful netflix shows // with ceramic bowls of too-sweet-cereal // together // waiting for the sun to rise // what about the kind of love that just is // the kind of love that is immortal // not in poetry // but in our every moment and being // in the blood flowing in our veins // in the way our eyes shine in the night // what about that kind of love?
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soleil-et-etoile · 12 days
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hi, I love your poetry 🤩 what does your username mean?
hi! tysm for your kind words. my username means sun and stars— it’s in french, a language I’m currently learning.☀️🌌
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soleil-et-etoile · 13 days
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birth of two heroes
"long live the mountains we moved / i had the time of my life fighting dragons with you" --Taylor A. Swift, Speak Now
she stood by a stranger's bedside
he saw breathing hope in her eyes
a prophecy made, the stars align
praise a dagger, praise a riptide
bleed red or bleed the sun's gold
watch an immortal rivalry unfold
this is gonna be one hell of a show
witness the birth of two heroes
he rose from the salted seas
she earned the kingdom's keys
feel war's touch & ocean breeze
fates' blueprint of a love story
she ties a home around his neck
he falls with her to world's end
tempt destiny, trace sword's edge
for every quest, call them godsent
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soleil-et-etoile · 15 days
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a revolutionary
"So, they killed Cassandra first 'cause she feared the worst / And tried to tell the town" -- Taylor A. Swift, TTPD
o' nine muses
i sing for luke castellan--
they may say he died the tragic hero
he who was born to grief, son of a thief
they lied to you... for all the bloodshed
let me tell the story of a revolutionary:
ashen cookies & maddened fervor--
hear a mother's lullaby in a nightmare
run away from home, farther, farther
mourn the living & sharpen a sword
find a family & feed a hidden rage--
curse the gods, open the titan's cage
for every child-soldier gone unclaimed
evil against evil, this is how war is waged
desperation will sell a thousand souls
freewill stolen & forsake another home--
upon a last breath, don't want to be alone
don't let it happen again & a second hope
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soleil-et-etoile · 15 days
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to try to heal
this feels like a prompt
stitch the soul with sinew & i-didn't-need-you-anyway's
run out of thread & tissue thirteen days into may
tell yourself: it's okay it's okay it's okay it's okay it's okay
self-diagnose, scalpel in the chest, no anesthesia for this pain
what is surgery when nothing is visibly wrong in the first place
wake up in the hospital bed & no one seems to have stayed
a few hundred more mornings, i smile & shed the band-aids
“what was the most pain you have ever felt”
healing from someone, i once thought i would heal with
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soleil-et-etoile · 16 days
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each other's shield
"you drool when you sleep" --annabeth chase
nervous first kisses underwater
a love foretold by the augurs
ocean's son, wisdom's daughter
she is the lighthouse in his harbor
blessed by the gods and the stars
memorizing all his battle scars
the architect of the heavens afar
& the cyclone who follows her
raise a knife & refuse to yield
their sweet strawberry fields
campfire songs & burning meals
they become each other's shield
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soleil-et-etoile · 17 days
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the ballad of could have's
she was born to rainbow silks & a mother's faded music notes he was born to desperate politics & two hands full of roses she tried to teach her peace to a boy with war in his blood & cold cruelty in his bones the sheen of poison on his lips the warmth of spotlight on her skin they are the ballad of all the things that could have been
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soleil-et-etoile · 17 days
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the kind of love
we always write about the kind of love that starts wars // but what about the kind that is just sitting on a couch at 3:00 A.M. // watching awful netflix shows // with ceramic bowls of too-sweet-cereal // together // waiting for the sun to rise // what about the kind of love that just is // the kind of love that is immortal // not in poetry // but in our every moment and being // in the blood flowing in our veins // in the way our eyes shine in the night // what about that kind of love?
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