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Blood spills throughout this dark plain,
As skulls continue to rise up a tower’s crane,
The vermillion bird falls from the sky,
Where into dust it’ll disappear into pry.
The flames of distrust have been extinguished,
As the bird's heart fights to distinguish,
Rising up from the dust, as it readies insurrection,
Waiting for the moment of its dire resurrection.
The vermillion bird rises up from the dust,
Awaiting for a movement beyond the day’s dusk
As it spans its wings over the dark shadows,
Its light shining over the sleepy hollows.
As dream fades, with the phoenix rising…
The bird flaps its wings with intense fashion,
Its heart pounding into fiery passion,
As the vermillion bird ascends into heaven’s grace,
Burning the tower with its flame ablaze.
Where the phoenix rises from the tower’s falls,
Beseeching the birds in flight, soundly it calls…
Towards a solemn revolution against the heavens,
Usurping the power of hundreds of bodies heathens,
Where the four gods sit, at top of the tower,
As the vermillion bird will rise up to power.
As skulls continue to rise up a tower’s crane,
The vermillion bird falls from the sky,
Where into dust it’ll disappear into pry.
The flames of distrust have been extinguished,
As the bird's heart fights to distinguish,
Rising up from the dust, as it readies insurrection,
Waiting for the moment of its dire resurrection.
The vermillion bird rises up from the dust,
Awaiting for a movement beyond the day’s dusk
As it spans its wings over the dark shadows,
Its light shining over the sleepy hollows.
As dream fades, with the phoenix rising…
The bird flaps its wings with intense fashion,
Its heart pounding into fiery passion,
As the vermillion bird ascends into heaven’s grace,
Burning the tower with its flame ablaze.
Where the phoenix rises from the tower’s falls,
Beseeching the birds in flight, soundly it calls…
Towards a solemn revolution against the heavens,
Usurping the power of hundreds of bodies heathens,
Where the four gods sit, at top of the tower,
As the vermillion bird will rise up to power.
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Phoenix Falling From Heaven
Have you ever felt as a falling star, into an endless sky,
As if the wings that bore you, no longer fly.
That everything is lost, and the world is coming to an end,
As if nobody loves you, and you have nothing to defend.
Destroying that emotion that would save you from death,
That makes others special, and made you different from the rest.
That feeling past fear, not courage, something behind the dark,
A pit in which never ends, with no beginning and no end.
Falling forever from somewhere you can\'t remember.
Shutting out everything you knew, and inviting the cold.
Will i ever remember my wings again? or were they ever there?
It fe
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When
resting in your heart of love
arms holding my dreams close
love me when the darkness grabs my throat
thank god you love me,
when death calls.
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Phoenix
Reaching but not able to
touch, walking in fierce
fires just to be close, but
in the darkness must I go,
without words, without
hate, knowing that time
can't return, I purified my
mind and soul...
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Though my head is spinning round
I just can’t fall down
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The sluice gates shutting
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1. me
a note on your hand. the point of a pen pressed
against your skin; almost sharp, almost painful.
the feeling of much said in haste, much said in
few words. the knowledge that this is something
you should not forget. glistening black ink,
stark and fresh for now, but fading in time.
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still singing with a stolen voice.
still falling in love with strangers.
too many after-midnights:
manufacturing weather.
pretending not to understand
the languages of hunger.
as if the flapping birds you
call your hands don't thrum
with excess and
joy alike.
as if you are not forever lost: in these patterns.
in the mystery
of laughter.
as if you are not still just a visitor to your own body.
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A matter of joy:
The first drop accumulates
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Condensation of our emotions.
A matter of wrath
A matter of compassion:
Experience this truth:
"Other people's tears are just wet
Only yours are bitter".
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A matter of relief:
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Pick my
p e
i c s
e
up
barehanded
but don't fix me;
I'm not a jigsaw puzzle
to be completed
by you.
I'm a heart
made of glass and you
shattered me,
so please...
...pick me up.
Pick me up.
Just so I could hurt you,
so you could feel me for once,
and have those scars
remind you of me -
even if I know
you won't
because
you're forgetful,
indifferent,
and cold.
Do you believe in the rebirth?
Originally I wasn't supposed to write about a phoenix. I thought about fiery passion at first, then suddenly I had a vision of a phoenix rising from the ashes, after that I remembered reading the Quest Tower in *RawEm0tion. So there, I wrote this poem about the death and resurrection of the Vermillion Bird soaring high over the tower of the four gods, guided by its ever fiery heart. Not my best, but it's worth the 10 points (I hope?). LOL!
Quest #1: Write a poem or story that includes the following items: a bird, a heart, a tower.
Written at EDRC (DLSU-Manila)
January 17, 2008
Preview by ~WhiteRaven90 [link]
Originally I wasn't supposed to write about a phoenix. I thought about fiery passion at first, then suddenly I had a vision of a phoenix rising from the ashes, after that I remembered reading the Quest Tower in *RawEm0tion. So there, I wrote this poem about the death and resurrection of the Vermillion Bird soaring high over the tower of the four gods, guided by its ever fiery heart. Not my best, but it's worth the 10 points (I hope?). LOL!
Quest #1: Write a poem or story that includes the following items: a bird, a heart, a tower.
Written at EDRC (DLSU-Manila)
January 17, 2008
Preview by ~WhiteRaven90 [link]
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Can I have permission to reuse the image for a book I'm writing titled Phoenix blood?