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Young Writers Society


ThePhoenix


I'm a Phoenix. What more do you need to know?

I was born a majestic Phoenix. And now, I am a majestic Phoenix.

What else did you expect?


Interests

Burning stuff, not dying (although it's not really a big deal, but it gets quite annoying) and kill— Uh, I mean. Nothing.

Occupation

Dude, I'm a Phoenix. Why the heck would I need an occupation?


Poetry is my cheap means of transportation. By the end of the poem the reader should be in a different place from where he started. I would like him to be slightly disoriented at the end, like I drove him outside of town at night and dropped him off in a cornfield.
— Billy Collins