July -16 Phoenix
I would bag ashes
As a child believing they
Were phoenix droppings
😅Hey we all do weird things when we’re kids. Does bring up an interesting question, just how do they procreate?
Carefully
Copulatory immolation is a huge problem.
Ah, the flame of passion! La petite mort.
Love this.
I watched that fine bird burn to ash,
waited for the rebirth they foretold.
Only ash of incinerated hope wisped by wind away
I love this, I always wondered what would happen if the ashes got scattered🖤
Answer = nothing
Or maybe a bunch of small, incomplete phoenixes…
Or, like, what if it results in thousands of small, scattered everyday miracles and nobody knows where they come from 🥺. Rejuvinating each life that breathes the ashes just a little. Now it has veered away from horror though and into a fairy tale...
You are a blessed creature. I um… would never have thought of anything so lovely😅
Haha!! Part unicorn fan part horror writer 🦄
From pure chaos
To unfettered flight
A beautiful bird
Heads skybound now.
What a beautiful image! And chaos to creation is such a great concept🖤
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust, but as for me?
I’m risen, motherfuckers! 🐦🔥
Ha! Love what you did there🖤
Actually, it didn’t come out as intended on the last line: “Rise, motherfuckers!” was the intended line.
Darn syllables. It still works really well as it is imho.
The sun rises as the phoenix
Reaches zenith. Wings spread.
Grave revues recycle fires forces
Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust.
The solar egg is cracked
Dawns a new day of furnace fire.
Nuclear plants of cope with fallout.
Sounds terrifying🔥
Also the capital city of the American state of Arizona.
Never been, you?
No.
The firebird necklace
is the calling card of him
who stole her essence
Ahh! I love a whole story in a haiku! Well done🖤
Trapped in a cycle,
He longs for those brief moments,
The fire sets him free... 😎
Oo very bleak, I really like this take!
Thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed it... 😎
Or…
Poetry in flight
Wings spread by the virtue of
Self-immolation
Beautiful! Self destruction for renewal🖤
The great recycle.
Defiance my name
Crush me, burn me, bury me
I will rise anew
Love it! The klaxon of the survivor🖤
Small, dirty, rundown
And those were the good parts, blech!
You’re long dead, Phoenix
Ha! Never been, myself. Now I guess I won’t have to.
It was really surprising. I was letdown, but I spent all my time in Scottsdale, which is much much nicer.
I’ve heard Scottsdale is nice, maybe they should move the capitol.
I would bag ashes
As a child believing they
Were phoenix droppings
😅Hey we all do weird things when we’re kids. Does bring up an interesting question, just how do they procreate?
Carefully
Copulatory immolation is a huge problem.
Ah, the flame of passion! La petite mort.
Love this.
I watched that fine bird burn to ash,
waited for the rebirth they foretold.
Only ash of incinerated hope wisped by wind away
I love this, I always wondered what would happen if the ashes got scattered🖤
Answer = nothing
Or maybe a bunch of small, incomplete phoenixes…
Or, like, what if it results in thousands of small, scattered everyday miracles and nobody knows where they come from 🥺. Rejuvinating each life that breathes the ashes just a little. Now it has veered away from horror though and into a fairy tale...
You are a blessed creature. I um… would never have thought of anything so lovely😅
Haha!! Part unicorn fan part horror writer 🦄
From pure chaos
To unfettered flight
A beautiful bird
Heads skybound now.
What a beautiful image! And chaos to creation is such a great concept🖤
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust, but as for me?
I’m risen, motherfuckers! 🐦🔥
Ha! Love what you did there🖤
Actually, it didn’t come out as intended on the last line: “Rise, motherfuckers!” was the intended line.
Darn syllables. It still works really well as it is imho.
The sun rises as the phoenix
Reaches zenith. Wings spread.
Grave revues recycle fires forces
Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust.
The solar egg is cracked
Dawns a new day of furnace fire.
Nuclear plants of cope with fallout.
Sounds terrifying🔥
Also the capital city of the American state of Arizona.
Never been, you?
No.
The firebird necklace
is the calling card of him
who stole her essence
Ahh! I love a whole story in a haiku! Well done🖤
Trapped in a cycle,
He longs for those brief moments,
The fire sets him free... 😎
Oo very bleak, I really like this take!
Thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed it... 😎
Or…
Poetry in flight
Wings spread by the virtue of
Self-immolation
Beautiful! Self destruction for renewal🖤
The great recycle.
Defiance my name
Crush me, burn me, bury me
I will rise anew
Love it! The klaxon of the survivor🖤
Small, dirty, rundown
And those were the good parts, blech!
You’re long dead, Phoenix
Ha! Never been, myself. Now I guess I won’t have to.
It was really surprising. I was letdown, but I spent all my time in Scottsdale, which is much much nicer.
I’ve heard Scottsdale is nice, maybe they should move the capitol.