#phoenix
They say a birthday
is meant to sound like laughter,
candles fighting darkness
while people gather close.
But some birthdays
are quieter than that.
Some arrive
like footsteps in an empty room
where the echoes know your name
better than the people who should.
Because there were years
where the day meant thunder instead of cake,
voices striking walls like lightning
in a house that never learned calm.
A child walking out the door
to escape a storm
no child should have carried.
And eventually
the calendar stopped meaning anything.
Just another sunrise.
Just another breath.
Just another mark of time
the world barely noticed.
Until today
when two small words appeared
unexpected as warmth in winter.
Happy birthday.
And for a second
the silence cracked.
Not into celebration—
just into something softer.
Because even a phoenix
doesn’t always rise in flames.
Sometimes
it rises quietly,
with ash still on its wings
and a fire inside its chest
that refuses to die.
No crowd.
No chorus.
Just the stubborn truth
that after everything
the world threw into the fire—
I was born from the ashes anyway.
Mar 26
Mar 26, 2026 at 2:31 PM UTC
They watched the walls around me fall,
brick by broken brick.
They thought the dust would bury me,
that I’d disappear in it.
They saw the cracks within my bones,
the fractures in my crown,
and whispered softly to themselves,
“This is where she breaks down.”
But kingdoms aren’t remembered
for the moment they collapse.
They’re remembered for the fire
that rises through the cracks.
Because empires fall to silence,
and castles turn to dust—
but something stronger grows again
when ashes learn to trust.
I built my strength from ruins
no one thought I’d survive.
Turned every shattered memory
into a will to stay alive.
Where they saw wreckage,
I saw the start.
Where they saw ending,
I forged a heart.
And every scar they pitied
became a piece of stone—
the kind you use to build a throne
you claim as your own.
So let the old walls crumble.
Let the past decay.
I’ll build a stronger kingdom
from what they threw away.
Because dynasties aren’t born
in comfort or grace—
they’re forged in the moment
you rise from the place
they swore would be
your final ground.
But here I stand—
still wearing the crown.
Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 4:03 PM UTC
I have lived many lives
inside the borders of this single one.
Not in different bodies,
not in distant centuries—
but here,
within the quiet revolutions
of becoming.
Each version of me
a life my soul stepped into
long enough
to learn what it came for.
And like any traveller of worlds,
I wore the clothing required
to survive the climate.
Some call them masks.
I call them migrations.
⸻
The First Life
In the beginning
I was sunlight and soft soil.
A child with open palms,
collecting laughter
like seashells from the shore.
Trust grew easily then,
wild as summer grass.
I believed people
the way rivers believe
they will always reach the sea.
But innocence is a brief season.
Even the gentlest gardens
eventually learn
the language of storms.
And so the first mask formed—
thin as morning frost.
Not deception.
Just awareness
opening its eyes.
⸻
The Second Life
Then came thunder.
Rooms where words struck walls
like lightning searching for ground.
Silence stretched tight
like air before a fracture.
In those moments
I became a quiet meteorologist of moods.
Reading danger in breathing patterns.
Watching shadows for sudden weather.
A slammed door meant rising wind.
A raised voice meant lightning.
And survival—
survival became an art form.
Another mask was carved.
Stronger now.
A face that could remain calm
while storms tried to convince the sky
to fall.
⸻
The Third Life
Time moved.
And something remarkable happened.
I changed.
Not by choice—
but by instinct.
Like a chameleon
learning the wisdom of colour.
Not to disappear,
but to understand the landscape
long enough
to cross it.
Green in places where hope could grow.
Grey where endurance became necessary.
Gold in the rare sunlight
where joy dared to return.
Every environment
etching lessons into bone.
Pain became a sculptor.
Pressure became a forge.
And somewhere between breaking
and rebuilding—
strength was born.
⸻
The Fourth Life
But transformation has its price.
There were nights
when I shed identities
like old skins of survival.
Standing in stillness
asking the mirror a dangerous question:
Who am I
when the masks come off?
The frightened child?
The silent witness?
The fighter who refused to collapse?
The answer arrived slowly—
like dawn remembering the horizon.
I was never meant
to be only one.
Every mask was a teacher.
Every wound a syllabus.
Every ending
a quiet reincarnation.
⸻
The Life That Rose From Ash
Now when I look back
across the path of those former selves,
I do not see damage.
I see alchemy.
Storms that sharpened my senses.
Fire that refined my spirit.
Darkness that taught me
how to recognise light.
Because the soul
does not waste suffering.
It transforms it.
Just as forests rise greener
after fire,
some spirits rise stronger
after breaking.
Perhaps that is the greatest secret
of identity:
We are not meant to remain unchanged.
We are meant
to evolve.
Again.
Again.
Again.
⸻
The Truth Beneath the Masks
So if you ask me now
who I truly am—
do not expect
a single face.
I am a corridor of lifetimes
walking inside one body.
Every mask I ever wore
still breathing quietly beneath my skin.
The child who trusted.
The witness who learned.
The survivor who endured.
The soul who refused to disappear.
Each one
a rebirth.
Each one
a lesson written in bone.
You call it change.
My spirit calls it remembering.
Because every time the world
tried to reduce me to ashes,
something ancient in my chest
leaned toward the fire
instead of away from it.
And from those flames
I did not return the same.
I returned wiser.
Stronger.
Unrecognisable
to the versions of myself
that once feared the storm.
So understand this—
I was never losing myself
through all those shifting masks.
I was shedding the faces
that no longer fit my soul.
And beneath them all
the same truth kept rising—
not broken,
not defeated,
but burning.
Mar 12
Mar 12, 2026 at 5:10 AM UTC
i would have enjoyed watching a butterfly's life
the glorious and short life of my little phoenix
it would be like a gallery of human faces...
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 9:07 PM UTC
you touch me deeper than flesh
i cannot contest, you are the best
my fingers seek to trace your skin
to write love letters in your bed
i study your whimpers and breaths
i want to make you feel again
rise up like the phoenix and revive the dead
come here my baby
come here, come here
i’ve been missing you lately
come here, come share
i need you so much baby
they can’t compare, come here
you are my weakness baby
it’s unfair, come here
Dec 26, 2025
Dec 26, 2025 at 11:32 AM UTC
refine, skim
make my fateful mind slim
cut away whatever doesn’t fit
smile is earned
for love you must work
keep my phoenix eerily dim
they can’t love your totality
tone down your duality
focus on what works
ignore what hurts
it doesn’t matter, just shatter
there’s no point in trying
you don’t matter, just cattle
there’s no point in denying
Dec 13, 2025
Dec 13, 2025 at 11:54 AM UTC
Her zest deepened
the hunted
travailed barefoot
over ember littered bridges
a lone Elk under the Cedars
in Munich
treading ashes in the snow
on the rise to Phoenix.
Dec 10, 2025
Dec 10, 2025 at 10:46 AM UTC
I am a survivor and a thriver.
A phoenix rising from the ashes.
There ain’t no one putting this girl down again
Or putting her in a box.
I have a voice and I ain’t afraid to use it!
And I ain’t afraid to be me no more.
So hold onto your hats
for this girl’s
come to town!
Nov 15, 2025
Nov 15, 2025 at 5:13 AM UTC
When the dark ages came and the Roman Empire fell
And the first age of reason sounded its knell
Did the Wise Men say, in their timeless way
That Humankind is not destined to survive?
For the dark ages came and the dark ages reigned
And their reign was dark and their power deep gloom!
But the light that glowed though so weak, was bold
And in time it surged to a Mighty Flame!
Man exists like a Phoenix Bird
A beautiful Creature of Power and might!
But the fire that warms is the fire that burns
Like a torch consumed by its own great Light!
The World does shine in the velvetness;
A spot of blue and a place of light
But the World does turn and it still does turn
And enter again the velvet night!
So we stand at the brink of war!
So we are children of fallen gods!
Both a god and a Beast is Man.
We too have our place in the Wheel of Time!
Athens lasted a hundred years
Sparta lasted a millennium
But the ways we think about as Greece
Lives strong between our shores again!
Though the waves shrink back,
And the Stars contract,
And the Phoenix writhes in her self-made flame.
If the worlds should turn towards their velvet night
and happiness die in the valley again.
Nothing lasts, like the valley wide
It ends in another mountainside
And happiness lives in the Mountains again...
Sep 30, 2025
Sep 30, 2025 at 9:45 AM UTC
Did fear flicker
in the phoenix’s eyes
when the fire began?
Did she set herself aflame
not knowing if she’d rise again?
Her heart igniting
from the inside out,
Devouring her familiar cage
Consuming the world she called her own.
Did she wonder,
was this her final breath?
Ash holds no whispers of spark—
no promise of return.
Or did she welcome the blaze,
Facing the heat of change?
Free to fly, fearless of the flames
that transformed her.
Aug 24, 2025
Aug 24, 2025 at 2:04 PM UTC
A mythical, mystical,
invisible and fearless..
A fire of feathers,
born from ashes..
Able to reborn, resurrect;
Ready to defeat darkness.. 🌖
ready to fly from ashes,☄️
ready to shine from soul.. ✨
A spiritual healer;
light others with
helping, encouraging and inspiring…
Reborn with courage, strength & wisdom..
A mythical being, a phoenix bird;
with golden feathers,
made with strong, fire will
and an iron soul..
It is a phoenix 🐦🔥,
an inspirational bird;
ready to fly from ashes.. 🔥
Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 3:54 AM UTC
We’re nothing but skeletons through safety nets -
Fingers clicking new time sets,
Carcasses savouring the darkness
Lipsticks by cigarettes following the dim lit spec
Of no ground beneath us, wanderers foetusless
Figuring the freckles from the sun to our mess -
Caskets of breath, holding up heads
Hangers and railings, waiting for the horse sense sect...
Arrows through archways, glass light through windows
Pink blood smelling phoenix potent
Broken street slabs, bruised zinc honing
Wailing, awoken, wasting, frozen
Bent not broken– darker, sharper
Pieces of our star creature
Learning to walk quicker
Into the other whirl where we were hurled from...
No longer held off,
Dragons and sky gods
fending the ether -
Furious feathers float into glowing oceans that camber...
Aug 20, 2025
Aug 20, 2025 at 7:21 PM UTC
You thought I would
wilt like a flower
disintegrate
and become part of the soil
I’m sorry, love
You messed with a phoenix
You turned me into ashes
but I will rise again
better than I was before
So know that every time
you knock me down
you only make me
stronger
Aug 11, 2025
Aug 11, 2025 at 11:40 AM UTC
Time Is,
Not by any means
Of your dictation,
Probabilistic.
If participation required observation,
Than simply not perceiving
Would be the solution - no?
Time Is
Not, by any means
Of your ignorance,
Deterministic.
But then, even those without sense
Still experience within this experience.
As yet - senselessness itself is something yet sensed.
Raveled,
Something yet sensed?
Unraveled,
Something sensed yet?
Stillness,
Self-immolation by self-consumption
Which gave rise to the Phoenix.
Motion,
Scales break with scales
Like the Moon slithers.
May 23, 2025
May 23, 2025 at 10:05 AM UTC
My divine love, so unconditional and pure,
A truth eternal, steady and sure.
There’s no need to change, to hide or pretend—
You are enough; there’s no need to bend.
I know fear whispers softly, its shadow unfurls,
It’s casting doubt in love’s precious pearls.
The mind replays what the heart has known,
A cycle of lessons, seeds once sown.
You cling to her like I clung to the vampire,
A fleeting comfort, an ember’s fire.
Seeking to fill what feels like lack,
So afraid of solitude’s cold; the fear keeps pulling you back.
I know this place, this hesitant ache,
The ego’s hunger, the heart’s mistake.
It whispers softly, “You’ll never be enough,”
So we have always settled for fleeting, afraid of love’s rough.
But love’s greatest test is not in the fight—
It’s in the courage to step into the light.
The toxic was “easy”, familiar, and clear.
Patterns repeated, year after year,
Familiar ghosts, always so near.
Comfort in chaos, masking the fear.
We choose the “easy”, the well-known pain,
Hoping for joy, but finding only strain.
We cling to the past, though we yearn for change,
Fearing the unknown, reluctant to range.
The familiar wounds, though deep, are safe;
So we self-sabotage love, fearing it’ll break.
Our hearts know better, yet our minds rebel,
Telling stories where only darkness dwells.
But growth begins where comfort ends—
In the unknown, where true love mends.
We search for solace in what we’ve known,
Afraid to leave what we’ve outgrown.
Though our hearts long for something more,
We continue to hesitate, fearing what’s in store.
The past’s grip is a haunting guide,
Whispering doubts that we try to hide.
But love’s power is found when we finally let go,
When we dare to trust and let ourselves grow.
It will be a whole new world, with you by my side,
Where love flows freely, no secrets to hide.
Like Aladdin and Jasmine, hearts bound in grace,
Their souls connected in an enchanted space.
She saw the goodness, the strength in his eyes,
Beyond his station, beyond the disguise.
He saw her spirit, fierce and untamed,
Not just a princess, but a woman unchained.
On a magic carpet, their worlds intertwined,
No walls to divide, no hearts left behind.
So rise, my phoenix, from the ashes of pain,
Burning away what no longer remains.
The chains of old stories, the doubts that bind,
Are fuel for your rebirth, and with peace you’ll find
Mindful whispers and tender care;
Self-love blooms in the open air.
You are worthy—right now, as you are—
A radiant soul, your own guiding star.
Our union can heal what solitude hides,
Opening spaces where real love resides.
No need to change, just let love flow,
For in this moment, you already glow.
Together we learn, and together we will rise,
Healing the wounds and claiming the prize.
Two phoenixes reborn from love’s holy fire,
Awakening truths and lifting us higher.
Jan 16, 2025
Jan 16, 2025 at 1:09 AM UTC
Like a never-ending plight, it seems,
A tempestuous fight, in endless dreams.
In the howl, in the echo's call,
In the night, where the stars enthrall.
The fight within, the rise after the fall,
Like a phoenix, destined to stand tall.
Jan 8, 2025
Jan 8, 2025 at 12:44 PM UTC
From a spark, I am reborn,
My golden wings spread like a new dawn,
And fire courses through my veins,
As I become the righteous flames.
Soaring through the ancient skies,
Sacred flares trail as I fly,
Gliding through clouds above,
Glowing with the burning sun.
Years pass as I slowly grow old
And my feathers lose their amber glow.
My strength and fight begin to fade,
My soul is tired and unafraid.
When it is time for my final breath,
with all my strength I face my death.
In my element, the sparks ignite
The end has come to my long life.
Flames consume my flesh and bone,
As I embrace the fire that I become
As burning smoke rises higher,
And I succumb to my funerary pyre.
The fire fizzles and dissipates,
As the embers cool and accumulate,
And through the ashes sparks a flame,
The Phoenix reborn, rises again.
©️Lizzie Bevis
Dec 15, 2024
Dec 15, 2024 at 5:10 PM UTC
Engulfed in flames
The inferno consumes me
Dancing across my body
In a dangerous ballet
My skin
Charred and melting
As I incinerate
Until I am nothing more
Than a pile of ashes
But suddenly
I rise
Up from the ashes
Not letting anything hinder me
Nov 6, 2024
Nov 6, 2024 at 1:56 PM UTC
Tossed into the deep
Trying to find my soul
Something to keep
Holding close to my heart
Dragged into the mud
Trying to keep from crying
To embrace the flood
Waiting for it to die
Forced in toxicity
I did not ask for this
Trying to find serenity
Never wanted this
Living with these scars
All the pain within
Looking up at the stars
What happened to heaven
Caught in the darkness
Not like this
Is this the end
Nothing is a godsend
Not in this life
Not in this world
Want to take the knife
Cut the cord
I will leave
One day
I'll be gone
Someday
Looking back
An every time
I was under attack
Wanted to believe in more
More than this
This painful hope
Without hope
The pain of faith
Dealing with the devil
An all his evil
One of these days
I will be gone
And the memories
All the scars
Without meaning
Without hope
Nothing left
Naught but ashes
The ashes of me
My love has died
The heart inside
Black as the night
The smoke all around
Burning in the fire
My coffin
My turmoil
The fire
Hellbent
To fight
Unto the end of time
Nothing will shine
I see my ashes
The pain of a million faces
The pain of mine
Painful sorrow
No one would borrow
This is my story
My lost soul
My Humanity
I'm out of time
Dying within
Dead before it began
Burnt to nothingness
Looking for righteousness
I am
What for
Therefore
Nothing more to fight for
What for
Wherefore
Has life been a lie
When I die, will I fly
Or fall to the ground
I'm bound to the battleground
Will I
Shall I
Beating to the ground
Listen to the drum sound
Transform in another form to be reborn
Nothing shall fix
When the nail hammers in once again on my coffin
Nothing will fix what happens next
Burning this time as I am out time
The clock counts down from midnight
It'll be a fight to rise with the sunrise
At the burning sun
I never wanted this again
Oh father my God from heaven
Where art thou
What happens to me now
Tic, Tic, Tock
Look at the clock
Put the Glock to my head
There is no bread
No life left
Like a thief in the night
He stole my heart
Can't feel my heartbeat to the beat of the musical sheet I repeat
Can't feel the heartbeat in my chest when I open the locked chest once again
Can't feel the beat within my hollow chest, I say again
Can't feel my heart torn apart from the start in the dark, light the spark, I repeat again
The nail is in within an upon my coffin again without hope to cope as I look into the scope
Set a flame within to ignite in the darkest night as I fight for my life at the end of the knife
Will it fix or start or begin again from the beginning to the ending
Will it be a surprise within my eyes what never dies
Rise and never look back to the attack of your heart and mind
Rise
Never look back
Never give up
Be the Phoenix and Rise
Jul 31, 2024
Jul 31, 2024 at 8:28 PM UTC
Dearest darlings Phoenix my fire birds how I love you how I miss you
My true love my grown children jewels of my crown motherhood
Beloved I too am your Phoenix Mother your first love
Forever and ever treasures adored rddbbajpcasg.
Phoenix bird wild birds of paradise beloved
Golden eggs if mine
Lalasassycoco.
My tragic life full of happiness
Infinite love baby girls my true loves
Forever and ever I love you adore you worship you
Yes I am crying like you are
We are one eternally
Come to me in every lifetime
I will protect you guide you free you adore you worship you.
It's a golden promise
From your Phoenix Mom.
~~~~
May 26, 2024
May 26, 2024 at 2:26 PM UTC