#pheonix
Yes,
you will rise from the ashes,
but the burning comes first.
For this part,
darling,
you must be brave.
Apr 20, 2021
Apr 20, 2021 at 6:43 PM UTC
So if I want to burn,
Let me burn!
I am throwing it all away!
All Away!
All the scraps you ever gave me,
all the empty promises you made,
I will set it all aflame,
watch me rise from the ashes!
Birthed by Brimstone,
Birthed by Fire!
I am a phoenix without a name!
Flying Fast!
Flying Blind!
A new town,
a brand new start!
I dare not look back
upon the wreckage of my wake.
What's My Name!
What's my name!
what's my name?
Won't anyone say my name?
Jun 18, 2020
Jun 18, 2020 at 9:34 PM UTC
Lightning striking through a nervous system,
Blood pumping facetious fire.
Whispers through my home, hauntings of trauma and dreams of the crucifix stand.
The flaming star of the avatar.
The predator and the prey, predetermined and praying.
Just another eternity until the monsoon departs, the season ended. From there the calm waves will carry me to shore.
The dark, restful, kiln, I am your dough, as I am your clay, a grateful panettone.
Mold me, endow me the drug, the decree, the great recipe of relinquishment.
I rejected asylum, I denounced Gehenna,
Cold blooded sunbathing in the radiant rays of the great bird's wings.
The boiling embrace of his soft feathered fire.
The brutal, unrelenting, chaotic, climactic, pull into the hot murky depths.
Scald me, lash me, revive me in death.
For I can wait no longer.
Living in fear of the Reaper is worse than The Harvest itself.
So come unto me my lord, my peace,
And engulf me in the ******** rest.
Sep 28, 2019
Sep 28, 2019 at 3:14 PM UTC
born from ashes
Risen from the flames
as the embers scorch within
we shall be reborn anew
as the flames cleansed us of our sins
we shall give life to hope
as despair extinguishes
joy shall rise once again.
Jul 14, 2019
Jul 14, 2019 at 7:39 AM UTC
From failure
Sparks
New birth;
Out of ashes
We rise
Aflame,
Fists raised
Up,
Hope held
High
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 10:31 PM UTC
She used to say
that
She was fire,
So,
He became her Phoenix.
Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 5:38 AM UTC
Tossed and tossed aside,
You held me - cast me away,
In the swell, lost in the sway.
Fate has a cutthroat way
And we are held in her say.
And she plays, while our price we pay.
She Calculates while in
Endeavours lust we are lost.
She sees while we disindergrate.
My hates only love I can't
Intergrate.
I'm more than what was left
And I know more than what was
Right.
I'll just scream
Sing
And cry.
I won't die,
Fall
I'll fly.
I'll be more than what
Was left.
Life from ashes not left bereft.
Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 3:46 AM UTC
I know your voice
so true
it haunts me in the night
I see
as you see too
as we have the SAME
"eye" sight
I remember your touch so warm
even tho I've never felt it
I'm certain that if I touched you
my heart?
yes you would melt it
I wish that I could smell you
your sacred sweet and mine
I wish that I could touch you
and feel my heart-divine
our magical transcendence
is written in the stars
and instantly immediate
erasing all the scars
you will know me
well love
you've longed for my soul too
set up some g.p.s. babe
to find the "one" for you
eons an eons I have waited
I am screaming out your name
except I do not know it
and that is such a shame
just remember who I am now
close your eyes to see
find me with your heart love
to seal our destiny
hurry I am waiting
for you to come -arrive
I wonder every day here
how without you I'll survive
by boat or air just fly now
or get in your car an drive
my time
I will have to bide
but I will never tire
as you are all the fuel
I need to light my fire
you and I the phoenix
of two soulmates in desire.
Ma Cherie © 2017
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 8:21 PM UTC
I fell,
Down, down, down
into the far reaches of my mind,
down into the abyss
I fell.
I will rise,
from the ashes of who I was,
from the inevitable
darkness that took over me.
Because I am a Phoenix.
I will rise.
Feb 12, 2017
Feb 12, 2017 at 10:11 AM UTC
I've lost time counting headlights and lamplights and streetlights and stars. I've literally lost time. Each day I wake up, and watch the evening drift by in a sunset, I fall asleep and watch the moonlight sail away on a sunrise.
It was an empty promise, these lights all around. It was an empty promise, that buzzed with the current a few thousand volts. Lights...pale and broken bulbs bleeding gasses and lies. But I guess in the dishonesty of some idea so pure, I found the dream that Teslas lightning tipped fingers yearned for,
A quest of solid gold that conducted an orchestra of thunder. And so lights couldn't be a lie anymore,
They could only be a dream, a dream never fully realized so long as the frozen dead fingers of liars past held their grip. Edisons overgrown yellow tinged finger nails, piercing through the veil of misty electric sparks,
Yet here i am
The light bulb is over MY head now! And my brainstorm is an F4 hurricane, my bolts like guillotines for your greedy fingers!
Because this is the generation of new light, of new thunder and new mayhem.
Of illumination!
A new generation carrying torches, casting out our light bulbs and our lamp posts. Forcing fire into Mason jars and using flames like they were new again.
No no no
…
Not Mason jars. Pull those god **** light bulbs from the headlights and lamplights and streetlights, fill those ******* with gunpowder and unstable explosive mixtures and make stars, *************
Make flames that burn brighter than Edison's unholy lies, that tear down the dome and bring the skies falling!
Watch everything we've built, watch corruption and lies and racism and false superiority come hissing out of the cracks, trying to save themselves from the building pressure,
Trying to claw their red boney fingers from the fire but they can't. Because they are the fire,
And we will all watch as they burn like they always wanted to. Their voices shining past all of the glory their burning visage may grant, their bodies becoming one with the chaos that is our country.
And then we will have nothing left but ashes. No more eagles. Only the right and left wings of a Phoenix,
Risen from our ash and tears, flying into the sky to become the sun...To shine like nothing ever seen by our eyes so used to a false light.
Because it's time we became the sun. It's time we chose a real light to follow, not a halogen tube spewing gas over sickly bodies. No more light bulbs to only last a few weeks. Were tired of artificial light...Tired of breathing oxygen made in a lab…
Maybe it's because we've lost so much time under buzzing broken bulbs, under boot heels and tyrannical ideation. We've lost so much time staring into TV lights and camera flashes that we've only been able to wait for someone real to step into frame...
We've lost so much time counting headlights and lamplights and streetlights and stars. Counting the minutes till a new hero appears...I'm ready to be the light.
Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 9:40 AM UTC
One day I will die, as is what happens with all.
But I'm no longer scared. I won't be forever gone.
Just like the Phoenix, I will come back, reborn onto this world.
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 8:32 PM UTC
A little picture frame fell
Full of innocence, youth, ignorance, bliss
It’s me in the millennium
I wasn’t
Too Tall
Yet
While in my clatter it crashed from the mantle
Why is it even here?
Wasn’t that yesterday?
The past will never go away
The past will never go away
But only a dream, a conscious façade
A memory is only a faulty tape
And we find we recall love not time
The things that child left behind
Were mended by grace
And cast the lines from his face
The future grieves, what is mine?
What's time but a coffin of sin
Yet I heave the shining frame to the mantle again,
Hoping to gain a childlike grin
It’s not about the past or future
It’s not about misplaced winnings
It’s the chance a man has for a new beginning
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 3:09 AM UTC
“I could if I wanted, you know?”
I pirouetted
Full tilt
The room on its axis
Spinning quickly
Wound up
Unwound top
Rhythmically synchronized
With my clenched gut
Transfixed as
You—
Who had traced the edges
Of me
Mapped me
Committed to memory –
Morphed quickly
Became unrecognizable
Your identity
Faded
An old photograph
Outlined and defined
You frame everything I am
Who once was a beacon
Is now a shadow cast
The coldest glance
A knife kissing
Cozying against my skin
Alive, you still haunt me
A shamble of what I thought
A ghost of a man
I’m
Creased
From your tricky hands
NO
Ringing gunshot
Swimming through your ears
Tell me, please,
That’s why you couldn’t hear
I am just a trail of smoke
Dissipating now
An ember
When I once was a blaze
Smothered by uninvited embrace
I am fragmented
But they say
Every phoenix
Rises from ash
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 2:45 PM UTC
consummation flares
burning the self to ashes
phoenixing anew
Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 1:40 PM UTC