THE FORGOTTEN STORIES

  Black and white photographs Hanging on the wall, behind me,  Dance at the company Of sheer curtains.  Fresh coffee rings on the table Cuddle with the lacquer crying for my attention.  The chandelier wonder  At the brightness of daylight,  And my little heart  Wonders at the lies I heard.  I feel nauseous at how I  Put up with all those lies.  I'm just so tired of the notion of truth.  what a pathetic little heart! What naivety and vulnerability has Consumed you.  You made me think I own  the autumn,  That I can have him all for myself  In my private abode.  That spurious affection was Afterall nothing but a lie,  And my foolish heart  created fake scenarios,  with every word of Autumn,  who would give a peck on the neck,  With a pat on the back.  What a pathetic little heart!  You never understood What seasons meant,  You never realized they belong to  each other.  You found it amusing to be with fall,  In his private party,  for you came early with excitement.  And just like tha

  Far above the oceans,  Icarus witnessed the beauty of life,  The vast lands beckon him.  He turned to get one last glimpse of  Cnossus,  The island that displays the prowess Of his father,  Whose instructions clouded Icarus  Every second of his life.  The labyrinth and its strangeness,  Something that he was always trying to escape,  Icarus felt his father's maze all around him,  winding around his adolescence,  like a poisonous snake.  But the wings and its independence,  gave him choice,  He wished to touch the sky,  breaking the paths of clouds,  He thought of singing a farewell song to Cnossus,  while desiring to touch the sun.  Daedalus's eyes send warning signals to his adolescent son,  while the fool enjoys his newfound freedom.  Icarus believed his father's talents,  not fragile to kill his son,  His heart desired  for a miracle,  For a moment where all his Prayers may come true.  Diving and soaring,  Soaring and diving,  Icarus moved to breach the warnings of his