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Inferno — Phoenix Heart
My heart is ticking its last breath for a cause from years ago, no longer shedding a tear, but quenching the flames of anger before your satire becomes a satanic regret.
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The Man Who Never Died All at Once — New Poems
I’ve lived a hundred lives, none of them simple. I died in corners no one looks — silent deaths, small fractures inside me, one after another, like cracks spreading through glass. But somehow, I kept getting back up — bloodied, bruised, but never broken. Pain twisted itself into blueprints, wounds spun into sharp ideas. I…
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In the Wake of Silence — Jaded
Silence is the loudest thing in the wake of everything I’ve said. The words hang in the air, unspoken, untouched, and I wonder if I’ll ever hear them again. But the silence speaks in ways the words never could, and I listen— even when there’s nothing left to say.
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The Unspoken Backdrop — Jaded
Love is something that makes us feel the happiest alive, but it can lie. When you think you’ve found someone, yet you’re left trying to forget. Days slip by, and still, you miss them. You sit in the past, letting it mold your well-being. What’s better in yourself? Who you were then? Nothing, actually. Tell…
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I Closed This Book — Phoenix Heart
They acted like they could burn out your light bulb. Like they knew our make and model. It’s a tragedy, jealousy. It started at birth, masked with daily doses of pharmaceuticals and traumatic damage that turned the family into my abuser. Undergoing the worst of the pandemic of post-traumatic stress, I shook through my whole…
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Shattered heart… — An Inconvenient Attachment
Shattered heart… then life feels over. The best of friends gave me the world. I couldn’t grasp how good it was. Leaving you, leaving the memories.
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I left myself to be with you, — An Inconvenient Attachment
I left myself to be with you, surpassing the worst in mind that kept telling me this was bad… listen to your heart.
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I Am a Fish — Freedom
I wonder if I will ever escape. I hear tapping noises. I see fingerprints on my glass bowl. I want to be free. I am a fish. I feel nothing at all. I touch something smooth. I worry if the cat will get me. I am a fish. I understand that I am stuck here…
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Storyline: Explained — Phoenix Heart
The past leaves scars, dents, scrapes, laughter, and subtle cries. The present offers lessons, guidance, teaching patience and practice. The future revisits past errors, transforming them into lessons— new emotional or physical scenarios, crafted by oneself or others.
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Invitation — Phoenix Heart
The smallest of events are proof that “small things matter more than big things.” Caught by introductions of written scriptures that once worked for them, they created such ambiguity that it targeted the weak. Was it to make them less? Or was it to make them more powerful? If we believed in the concept of…
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Power Play Move — Phoenix Heart
You’re going to figure it out. Like you always have. The melody that lingers during my worst moments, the climax to every rush and heart-beating metaphor of everyday melancholy, turning into satirical energy, always toward the end. “You’re going to figure it out. Like you always have” struck my mind more than anything else that…
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Echoes — Phoenix Heart
The echoes of the story, forever changed by its wisdom, unveiled profound truths. Hearts brimming with gratitude, they stepped into their own narratives, inspired to embrace new adventures, armed with the knowledge that the realms of fiction hold the power—the power that shapes our reality. To ignite the courage is to live your own extraordinary…
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PTSD Attack Him: How the Process Works — Phoenix Heart
The nights were always the hardest. The silence that others found peaceful only amplified the noise in his mind. He would doze off into a deep sleep, but it was never restful. Instead, it was punctuated by nightmares and disorienting sounds that jarred him awake. This night was no different. A loud, unfamiliar noise broke…
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Haha. Life, Bby — Phoenix Heart
If we’re always trying to figure out its meaning, isn’t that enough validation to close the case? Hahah, life, baby! Memories are statues. Memories are staircases, creating beautiful masterpieces. The coursework is a uniquely beautiful, torturous journey of none other than “Haha, life, baby.”
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Rage Unveiled — Phoenix Heart
I am not depressed. I’m angry. I am not selfish. I’m angry. If a person, place, or thing makes you feel like the end of yourself, correct yourself. “No, Vincent, you’re a baddie…” I am not depressed. I’m angry. I am not selfish. I’m angry. Dwelling on the same topic constantly? It’s time for a…
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The Walk Away — Phoenix Heart
“It starts with happiness, but the end creeps up quickly. Annoyed, mad at myself, disregarding my own worth. Targeted by weakness, left feeling worthless.” Ever hear yourself walk away from your body? The first sign of a pity party has begun. Howling to your own pack, seeking the emotional damages they left. Your scar overwhelms…
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Post Office — Phoenix Heart
It began with becoming an analyst and drowning in every type of data imaginable. He realized he was not accurate at all, no matter how hard he tried. A permanent defect had been discovered: a subtle way of looking at the future with hope.
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Yellow — Phoenix Heart
The puzzle was missing pieces needed to create its beautiful image. Days passed, with more pieces getting lost and destroyed. One day, he decided to forget about the puzzle and went on with his life. He came home, sat down, and with a smile on his face— there it was. When life feels like nothing…
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Time-Consuming — Phoenix Heart
Entitlement often prevents people from engaging in genuine goodwill. This consistent, gut-wrenching behavior acts as a mask, similar to the question, “Why is he always wearing a smile when it’s clear he’s carrying a burden?” Examples of such behaviors include narcissistic tendencies, confused and disorderly conduct, and victim blaming. His mental and physical strength set…
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Irony — Phoenix Heart
Getting told what to do by a hypocrite is irony in itself, anyways.
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The Pursuit of Hope — Phoenix Heart
The day will come when I no longer carry the burdens of a hopeless future, when my everyday fight won’t see the time of day, nor the shattering of broken promises. That day is closer than I thought. Humble brilliance is the only fight I don’t want to lose. When it narrows down to one…
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A Visual Representation of Presenting Its Pressures — Phoenix Heart
If in life you are scared from a past experience—your people, places, and things—process. Always dwell in each scene that started the downfall, years later, like a current event. Dig ’til your last teardrop forms a lighter of brushed-off metaphors.
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The Birds — Phoenix Heart
The birds came bearing news filled with horror, sadness, and fear. It was all about him. Let’s correct the ego that carries your burden down the wrong paths. Let’s create your change— “What if—?” The birds came to him with news, with such bought horror, sadness, and fear. Correct thyself— His potential is foreseen, never…
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Shifting — Phoenix Heart
The sigh sees blue skies with fluffy clouds, a peak of light shining over the mountain scenery. The body feels the crisp warmth, with a gentle breeze whisking back and forth. His mind, once tortured and strained, now finds ease. The expressions that once created some form of sensationalism, thinning his heartstrings, are gone. He…
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For Once in My Life — Phoenix Heart
When am I ever going to realize I’m my own worst enemy? Fuck. He’s at a crossroads with family, some friends, and an ex-lover, while repairing the workings of his self-proclaimed “turnaround.” He came back home—handsome, worrisome, and of course on edge. He saw Mom, Dad, aunties, uncles, and so on. It ended with him…
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“I Should Not Feel This Way” — Phoenix Heart
His people, places, and things are subtle reminders of his current state. Mentally being backstabbed. Winning the throne of persuasion, his company to keep. Prevailing evil, illusions, and the conspiracy of realist propaganda, in a way. I feel at war. I can no longer fathom this victimizing attribute that others just want to portray above…
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Groundhog Day Sucks, Bro — Phoenix Heart
You work on your past. Ya know—its people, places, and things? Remember what was said in the verse above? Now ask yourself: why is the PTSD talking when I’ve “healed my past”? It’s not you, it’s them. It was you. Now it’s them.
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Just Keep… Ah, What? — Phoenix Heart
How does evil gain its power? It manipulates its victims. Manipulates their “they” and “them.” Some say that within the group, there’s a man who doesn’t agree with the leader’s views, beliefs, and values. His goal is to see through the blindness before there’s no horizon left to see from afar. There’s a man in…
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To Seek Better Is Just Slapping Me Faster Than Any Abuse I’ve Worked On — Phoenix Heart
The first of its kind, this mindset is sober, with just highs of nicotine keeping my eyelids open wide. Rushing thoughts after a week of wreckage. The first of its kind. His mind is sober, triggered by thoughts of mental instability and unhealthy carryouts, triggering me into conflicted feelings over past progress.
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Milestone of Successful Wreckage Recited — Phoenix Heart
From the burning of those taunted by their own floating debts, I fight wars within my mindset while accepting that my opinion is valid. Yes, valid. He is sick of assumptions being promoted like traditional media, person to person—“he said, she said.” Yet, in the end, he gains more and more integrity.
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Carry On, Young Man, It’s the Only Way Toward the Horizon — Phoenix Heart
He will forever swallow the air of past traumas, leave behind broken marks, and dwell in courses of sorrow and regret for being “blindsided”—by using his coping melody of just three words: “Rocks and minerals.” Carry on, young man. It’s the only way toward the horizon.
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