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Alienpoet Jan 2017
Wounded warrior put away your guns and blades
Don't you know that truth cannot be enslaved?
Even if we fight it'll shine through
In the actions that we do

Put away your violence
In the silence of room
No matter the darkness
The light will always pierce through the gloom

Love is the connection between us
Fight fear with love make it go away
Love is constant it is the energy in atoms
That binds reality together
Love of mother universe who's image we are created in
Fear is missing the target of our purpose to love each other

Forgiveness rises like a Phoenix making our hearts begin again
Though our tears fall like rain
Make them tears of joy and not pain.
9ine Jan 2017
Have you ever just wonder how would love be?
No, I'm not referring to the kind of feeling you get when two lovers connect, but to truly find your soul mate,
spending the rest of your entire life with them.

It applies to everyday life because you grow with them,
you aged together,
you share the same connection where a family is created.
A bond inseparable.
This scares me because I'm a fool for love.

I'm not brave to witness it.
I'm not brave enough to create it.

Can I be a wife?
A mother?

No one actually sits quietly and wonder.
Are they seeing themselves moving through the periods of time?

Is  that happiness?
Living in your own flesh, building your own structures, evolving through the tides of life.

This world is lonely,
you are your own happiness
content in  your personal world.

You are your thoughts.
You are your actions.
Never settled or limited.
Its always everlasting.
Everlasting love for yourself.
That's love.

So you're not brave either.

To be truly in the service of him or her is to see her empty.

Feed her.

Love her.

Touch her.

Support her where your spills heal her.

Become her mirror.

Become her listener.

Her pillow.
Her messenger.
Her guide.
Be her heart.
Be her skin.

See her beauty through her soul.

She was created for you.
Just for you.

It's amazing that God created another to balance you.
God, it's amazing because she's not brave like you.
So you both sit still.
Silent and living till the time is right.

Perfect for just the two of you.
Ashtereth Dec 2016
Perilous, fiery eyes glaring from a high perch
Hurtling flames amidst the dark woods
Orange and red glowing silently
Elegant feathers of fine dust
Night is prime time for the Hunter
Ignited with colour and flame
Xeric feathers radiating heat, you'll wish you'd never came

The PHOENIX

~Sasha
Mysidian Bard Dec 2016
It wasn't the end
I closed my eyes and waited
But death never came
maxime Dec 2016
I rise from ashes.
I am not washed away by rain,
or carried away in gusts of wind.
I am renewed. I reform. I rise.
And by God, you should be terrified.

Every time I rise again I am stronger.
Behead me and I'll be born with double the power.
Your fear of me only fuels my fire.
And each time the ability to end you becomes stronger.
Each time I rise, I know more, can be more.
Viola Densden Nov 2016
Was it not I
Who tried to die
Nine
Lives
Three are spent
And here I lie
My third grave.
I fell slave to love
To behave
Elocution by electrocution-
See my eyes
Touch my hair
I may breathe men for air
But mine eyes
Have seen the light
To the unenvyable cry
Of my plight
Slight of hand;
What a trick it is to die.
Maggots feast upon my eyes,
I would've rather burnt:
Little jew, little jew
What has Herr Doktor done to you
Chimney stacks
Bellow black;
I do not do
I do not do
The black shoe
I've been living in
For nearly two years of suffering
My ailing mind
Blind to happiness.
deranged:
A form of estranged from reality.
For now I fly
High as a vulture
Hung in the sky,
The Zoroastrian carcass
Beneath my circle;
i cannot die,
Without that vulture
A phoenix become
As bright as the Sun
And I will never die
Cheated of six lives
it is not fair
so yes
i eat men like air.
Sylvia Plath, my idol. My muse. Bastardised.
xmxrgxncy Nov 2016
they said after the fire
comes rebirth.

but I'm no phoenix.
flamingos don't rise from the ashes.

they burn.
why.
Mysidian Bard Nov 2016
I can't tell you why
All those things seemed to matter
Until there was you
FA12AMstorm Nov 2016
There are days when
I feel like
I am the girl
That doesn't know how to be strong
I am the mess up
That is broken and bruised
I am the monster
That hurts everyone
Then I have to remind myself that none of that is true
Because in the end
I am the Phoenix
That rises from the ashes
The queen
That stands tall when her crown is heavy
The warrior
That knows how and when to fight
The leader
That knows how to hold power in her hands and still serve
The ocean
That knows how to rise
The sun
That knows how to shine
The moon
That knows how to be dark
The land
That knows how to shake you
The storm
That knows how to be calm
And most importantly
I am the child
That knows how to bow at her Father's feet
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