phoenix

phoenix

A Poem by joshua deathdealer
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08/2013

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"I'll never leave you"
freezes to my lips

crystallizes to the roof  of my mouth
instantly hollowed out from the inside

I'm still standing fixed on the centuries passing
still ingesting the horror I'm surrounded by

"Where did you go"
my mind frantically repeats

like rhetorical prophecies lost to the azure 
with no relief in sight I catch aflame

burning up
in front of the unchanging masses

incinerating
in a indistinct background   


© 2013 joshua deathdealer


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I could hear the echoing " Where did you go" it sings like knifes through a soul... very beautiful, that part....

Sometimes, to just let it burn, and burn good, is best.... ;) It's so well written, with the theme of the darkness, and the phoenix through it... wonderful job here.

- Elisa

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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I could hear the echoing " Where did you go" it sings like knifes through a soul... very beautiful, that part....

Sometimes, to just let it burn, and burn good, is best.... ;) It's so well written, with the theme of the darkness, and the phoenix through it... wonderful job here.

- Elisa

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Now it's totally an amazing job ... I enjoyed yer these lines much :-
my mind frantically repeats
like rhetorical prophecies lost to the azure

I love the pics too you used here .. totally based on words. The real situation of "Hell" you've expressed through this poem. Very nice work once again. Keep on.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I like this. It's well written and even without the title I figured out what it was about immediately. I like it. Keep it up.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on October 17, 2013
Last Updated on November 7, 2013
Tags: life, cycle, dark, poetry

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joshua deathdealer
joshua deathdealer

Casket City, FL



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"My trepidation of things past is not a song with a beginning, middle and end. But an endless symphony playing infinite variations on the same theme. One day of sadness fades into another and the .. more..

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