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…
Undercurrent — Phoenix Heart
Regrets and somber tears. His personality processed a traumatized past to create an outlook of rainy days, windy thoughts, and damaged paths. War and bloodshed that ended unexpectedly. Can change—a destructive path of conflict—really be the key to…
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…
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…
In Passing — Phoenix Heart
I am a spoof to the people, places, and things— a shadow creeping upon the weary man, hoping for a quick chat with the strangers he meets. Nightfall descends, pulling him into its grasp, still hoping for a brief connection. A hopeful friendship, a bond…
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.
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…
It Rains and It Pours, Carry On — Phoenix Heart
Suppress the burdens of broken wants, needs, and desires. Tuck them away, where they can’t reach the light. Now, glorify your misery— don’t mislead its glorification, the root of too many “come ons” or “I’m just going to end it.” This nonsense of a pity…
“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…
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…