I was burnt, left in the ashes of your love, toxic waste sticking to my lungs. (Inspired by today's prompt: rebirth and phoenixes.)
You will be withheld underneath me! (song)
My gift to you, a Phoenix Feather.
-Been a while since I’ve posted-
I am the spark that burns the forest down
Are you really forgotten!? Lemme know, wholly..
Random pattern, something new :)
Have a look :)
ashes, ashes, we all fall down~
Art is the only fire that could devour us alive, and bring us back more whole than ever before.
Sometimes its the ones closest to you that cut the deepest.
About a relationship changing you- for better or worse. And after the break up not knowing what to do with yourself- the new self that remains. Basically an uncontrolled self transformation..
been reading Harry Potter again
an older poem that i wrote last spring about distorting other's perceptions of you.
it is a story about a phoenix who neglects to accept defeat to its adversaries.
And, just maybe, I too will rise again
Her fire so bright. It would have lit up the night.