Feel free to discuss too.
The poetry.
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That’s good. I like it.
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From this straining earth a flower grows,
To have and to hold, pistil and stamen,
From this bleeding earth a flower grows,
To have and to hold, to make life bearable,
From this dying earth a flower grows,
Let us hold this flower gently,
And search for the meaning of the stars,
In each other’s eyes.
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That’s beautiful, did you come up with this.?
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Thankyou. Yes I did come up with it.
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I like that one
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THE PHOENIX AND HIS SOLITARY EXISTENCE
There is no balance in this uncertainty; our senses never maintain their clarity
No one can see the toll it takes, making waste of me, still few perturb my patience
Noise remains constant, mostly false remedies; the wait will last as long as it takes
I know and I see that things done to me are not eternal
The flame is erratic but the fuel’s always there, I’m ready to burn bright, late and hard
That is if I can see where I need to be
I am ready to be reborn
I will resurrect myself
Maybe lose all I used to know
and break the cocoon of flames
Press onward
Only to…
Repeat the cycle
Only to repeat it yet again
Repeat the cycle
again and again and again
I can’t help but beg for a bit of certainty, some taste of truth constant as the noise
No one but me can see the toll it takes, making waste of me, I like to think, I like to desire
A heavy dose of denial drags these elements on, keeps me tired, keeps me slow
Confusing any purpose it might have, the more I abuse my abilities
the more I trust my intuition, now I think I know all I need to know
I am ready to be reborn
I will resurrect myself
Maybe lose all I used to know
and break the cocoon of flames
Press onward
Only to…
Repeat the cycle
Repeat the cycle
This time I bury myself into the ashes
Because I will see it as a circle
A serpent swallowing its tail
A phoenix bursting into flames
I am forever changing my direction
But I always stay constantly moving, changing, burning, consuming
making myself anew
for the world to see but never touch
no never touch
Press onward
only to . . .
I’m ready, so ready
to feel whole again
to see the end of ends
I am ready to be reborn
I’ll resurrect myself
and maybe forget the world I knew
Step out of the flames, wholey new
For the last time
Song lyrics I wrote a while ago.
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It’s lovely. Thankyou so much for sharing this
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I wrote a poem about Minerva a while ago, but I can’t remember it or find it unfortunately. I’d love to share it right now
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