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Once Again, She BURNS




Phoenix Nevermore

I'm a...

Writer, a reader

A lover, a needer

A mother, a feeder

A healer, a bleeder


A storm wrapped in calm

A wound full of balm

A voice in the dark

A fire. A spark


I’m the ache and the answer

The prayer and the dancer

The rage in restraint

The sinner... the saint


I’m soft with an edge

A vow on a ledge

A kiss that can kill

A silence that spills


I’m a...


Mirror with smoke,

A poem that broke

Healed in the flame.

Buried in shame


I’m the bruise behind the blush,

The hush behind the scream.

The midnight in your craving,

The echo in your dream.


I’m poetry in warpaint,

A psalm wrapped in steel.

They say I’m too much—

But Im just keeping it real.


The daughter of silence,

The cousin of sin,

A woman reborn

with no need to begin.


I’ve danced with my demons,

Let them lead for a while—

But now I spin solo,

And burn in my smile.


I’m the page and the pen,

The wreck and the rise—

Ash on my skin,

But flame in my eyes.

A shadow at noon,

fire reborn from night—

My wings stretch out wide

Ready for flight


A name they tried to silence,

But I whisper through the core—

With drive and fervor

I am Phoenix Nevermore.

Confusion

Protection

I fear for my heart


That it's been dedicated and given away too soon


That it's completely unprepared for hurt.


For sorrow


And yet here I stand


Like an apple in my hand stretched out for you,


I've given you more of me than I wanted to


More of me than I even had


A broken bowl


And though it now bares fruit


It was once quite full


Full of hope


Full of love


Full of excitement


Now with hollow pockets of potential


I swealter beneath possibility


Grasping on vines and vibes


Still untrusting


Still in denial


And still unguarded

My Armored Heart 



 
 
 

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