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Phoebe Aug 2017
her color is yellow
Yellow like the golden rod swaying in the breeze
Yellow like the stickers of smiling faces
Just a kid in a body that could move the world
Worst part is, people expect it of her, expect her color to be imposing, a dark sultry red
But I know, I know her color is yellow
Phoebe Jun 2017
She is wild
He says she is beautiful

No, no, wild

He says she is beautiful if you would take two seconds to really look

But that would be rude, so wild she stays.

He laughs

"You are afraid."

Afraid? No. Wild things don't scare you

"You are afraid of falling in love."

Silence. Nothing.

She is wild.

"But you see, you already have."

She is wild. She is beautiful.
Phoebe May 2017
Pull me down
Farther, farther
Into the depths of the Earth
Pull me down, down, down
Until my skin touches the core, red hot
And then farther
Down past molten rock
Down to dust
Down to nothing
So that I may make myself once more
Phoebe May 2017
liquid steel, I swear to you, it's what runs in your veins
You bleed silver and grey
Bending and changing
Hot mettle burning out all of your insecurities
Filling the vacancies they leave with something stronger-
And that's what life does to us, right?
Takes the soft vulnerable parts
Makes them mean
Makes them strong
Like you are.
Strong.
Strong as steel
Rough and tumble
The stuff they make steam engines with
the stuff used to build bridges
to build machines.
Take out your heart, it's the last soft thing left after your smile
After your eyes
Fill the hole in your chest with that steel that replaced your blood
You are not a nice person
But at least you won't be broken.
Phoebe May 2017
Here's the thing,
It will be alright in the end, I'm told
And if it's not alright, then it can't be the end...
And sometimes I want everything to end,
To bring the world down screaming with me into the flames.
So thank you for stepping in and making it alright with your laugh and your hugs,
For bringing an end of your own that made way to a new beginning,
a healthier way to rise from the ashes of my own making-
A Phoenix.
Because you and I, my dear,
We are made of the same stuff deep down,
So that has to mean that it wasn't a mistake.
Phoebe May 2017
There were roses
In your eyes
In your hair
On your lips
And I loved you.
Phoebe May 2017
It comes in waves-
Not at all and then suddenly
like water sloshing over the sides of a bucket
Realization splattering all over the concrete
Big water droplets of fear
Of dread
An ominous rain cloud
pours water into the street in sheets of rain,
Life blood of the Earth running down in rivulets,
Speeding into storm drains,
Sticking to my clothes, to my body-
But when I open my eyes, it is just you and me.
Not water, but dried dirt underneath my unsteady feet
And I realize with the clarity that a break in the storm clouds tends to bring
That I never needed you at all.
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