Phoenixfire

Killing emotion That human condition Dragging our consciousness into the dust While logic and reason The clearminded decision Are cast by the wayside to molder and rust

Falling Swallowed by Nothing and yet Somehow I feel a sense of belonging, that Permeates me until I breathe a softer sort of darkness

Falling Swallowed by Nothing and yet Somehow I feel a Sense of belonging, that Permeates me until I Breathe a softer sort of darkness

Rhyme rhymes with time And thyme And 'Go out to dine' You can cut down a pine Or say that you're fine Or, rather marvelously, wonderfully divine You can look ...

Happy birthday, you dear old sot You arbiter of conning, you father of rot You belong in an asylum (I wonder where I'll find one?) With all the other raving ...

Dreams of sunlight Dreams of joy Blending into Starry moments Breathing out And breathing in The world is ever, Ever turning On this water-world we spin

A force to break My heart in two A blade to cut A bleeding organ Into shreds of nothingness I cannot breathe I cannot think What is this hurt, this ...

Drip. Drip. Drop-drip. She had never thought of water torture as actually effective, but this was starting to drive her nuts. Drip. The bars of the cell were clammy to ...

In darkness born And darkness bred The mouth that bit The hand that fed From dark to light From day to night From wrong to right The world goes on

L ight filters through forest canopy yet E ven when darkness falls the tale continues G reen leaf and bark of tree older than time O ver hills and under ...

Blood and ink Runs through my veins Fueling my deepest fantasies Driving my darkest dreams I breathe parchment and pen Words are my bread and wine For all I am, ...

I altered the teacher's name, for safety's sake. A raven's flight, in darker times, Prompted all new omens and signs Prophets groaned and preachers wailed In 'protecting the people' they ...

*Necessary disclaimer: Yes, the first line isn't mine. I just borrowed it to play for a little while. If all the world’s a stage to me Then all that I ...

“Everyone knows about death, right? But what people don’t talk about, or even think about, really, is what’s between it. The lines between death and life are not as clear ...

a ghost lingers in the doorway silently watching and listening to the lives that flow around it it. . . or him I cannot tell which but sometimes in the ...

A sunset, gold and blue A purple-silk wrapped debut Tracks across the western sky God in nature glorified The ocean waves crest and wash Against a line that's never crossed ...

A softer way To dizzle-dazzle A brighter way To roll the walk This is the way we Coke the rattle As we stumble over chalk.

"Abandon all hope all ye who enter here," The old wooden sign said, precariously set She looked back at her home behind her Turned to face the future And walked ...

These poems are supposed to be read with the emphasis on the very last word. Otherwise, you'll miss part of it. I do not fear the taste of flame Fire ...

As with the first in the series, these poems are meant to be read with the emphasis on the last word. I do not fear the wild beasts With tooth ...

I do not fear the dark The blackness of night All is shadows That creep soft Over All

I do not fear the water The resting place of death Ships, unmoving, lay As if the day That killed them Had not Been