Submissions by Firebyrd
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My spoken word name is Phoenix Firebyrd I am a Poet, writer, singer, dancer, and theatrical presenter. I enjoy writing erotica, introspective pieces, community activism pieces, and not quite a love poem pieces.
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
7th May 2012 3:52am
7th May 2012 3:52am
Serenity
When there is something in life I cannot change
I try like hell to not accept it
although I may regret it
I'd rather fight for my slice of pie
than neglect it,and indeed
that takes courage...to make ones self
flourish in the face of adversity
when your discouraged ...and feeling
misplaced ...trying not to let the rest
of the world read the anguish on your face
So I desire to be like the King who
only desired wisdom...for this indeed
is how I intend to rule my Queendom
From the depths of the inner me
I Will Find my balance in Serenity
I try like hell to not accept it
although I may regret it
I'd rather fight for my slice of pie
than neglect it,and indeed
that takes courage...to make ones self
flourish in the face of adversity
when your discouraged ...and feeling
misplaced ...trying not to let the rest
of the world read the anguish on your face
So I desire to be like the King who
only desired wisdom...for this indeed
is how I intend to rule my Queendom
From the depths of the inner me
I Will Find my balance in Serenity
973 reads
9 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th May 2012 11:44pm
6th May 2012 11:44pm
Hope Reborn
At the height
of my internal moment
something gave way,and
made me pause
just as I was settling into
the idea of No Love.
Since Love had moved out of my house
so long ago.
A thought ....as soft as a babys'breath
whispered in my ear.
Just because love no longer lived here
didnt mean it couldnt move in next door.
and so...my hope was reborn.
of my internal moment
something gave way,and
made me pause
just as I was settling into
the idea of No Love.
Since Love had moved out of my house
so long ago.
A thought ....as soft as a babys'breath
whispered in my ear.
Just because love no longer lived here
didnt mean it couldnt move in next door.
and so...my hope was reborn.
797 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
5th May 2012 11:48pm
5th May 2012 11:48pm
Anxiety
I feel constricted...
Like a mental patient
who's use of sharp
utensils has been restricted
By this repetative anguish
that has been inflicted
As I battle the voices
That volley for lead role
in my head
All hungry to suffocate me
Like a Boa that hasnt been fed
I feel like a best selling book
that never got read
Or important last words
that never got said
Unexplainable sadness
and feelings of dread
Is the core of me
as I battle Anxiety...
I close my eyes and count to three
Praying that the voices dont follow me...
Like a mental patient
who's use of sharp
utensils has been restricted
By this repetative anguish
that has been inflicted
As I battle the voices
That volley for lead role
in my head
All hungry to suffocate me
Like a Boa that hasnt been fed
I feel like a best selling book
that never got read
Or important last words
that never got said
Unexplainable sadness
and feelings of dread
Is the core of me
as I battle Anxiety...
I close my eyes and count to three
Praying that the voices dont follow me...
1001 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th May 2012 10:28pm
5th May 2012 10:28pm
Play with me
I thought you said
you wanted to play ...
a little game of cat and mouse
as I scurry through this house
This house of pain
as you rain
as you rain
down
on
me
I thought you said you had to have me
so I let you paw and grab me
straight through my soul....
But Oh... I cant wait
to serve my spiteful plate for
revenge is a dish thats best
served cooooold.
Now Im sad..
cause you wont come and play with me
musical chairs
to the tone of your apathy
And your mad...
cause' I am what you cant control...
you wanted to play ...
a little game of cat and mouse
as I scurry through this house
This house of pain
as you rain
as you rain
down
on
me
I thought you said you had to have me
so I let you paw and grab me
straight through my soul....
But Oh... I cant wait
to serve my spiteful plate for
revenge is a dish thats best
served cooooold.
Now Im sad..
cause you wont come and play with me
musical chairs
to the tone of your apathy
And your mad...
cause' I am what you cant control...
892 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
2nd May 2012 10:42pm
2nd May 2012 10:42pm
Hell's Symphony
Inside intrinsic melodies
that twist my eardrums
like honey bees
calling me
calling me
down
calling me
down
as I spiral
out of control
my universe unfolds
into a beautiful
Nightmare....
that everyone should behold
I am not afraid
I cant wait to see
what the underworld
has in store for me
Magnificent symphony
as tortured soul's
Voices swell
They were splintered
and injured mentaly
as there demons
welcome them to hell...
and I...
Laugh out loud
and howl...
that twist my eardrums
like honey bees
calling me
calling me
down
calling me
down
as I spiral
out of control
my universe unfolds
into a beautiful
Nightmare....
that everyone should behold
I am not afraid
I cant wait to see
what the underworld
has in store for me
Magnificent symphony
as tortured soul's
Voices swell
They were splintered
and injured mentaly
as there demons
welcome them to hell...
and I...
Laugh out loud
and howl...
952 reads
24 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Apr 2012 11:30pm
29th Apr 2012 11:30pm
Madness Is King
Lights Out
Skies Gray
ALtering Reality
Blink Once and
things aint what they oughta be
Prisoners of Society....
Enslaved...
by the road success paved
wearing shackles on our feet
and T-shirts that say "we're free"
because Madness is King
as the blood of the innocents
stains the rich mans cream
This is why half the world gets high-
Trying desperately to catch up with there spirits
So how much CAN you smoke or snort to get anywhere near it
Chaos is the Mother ...
Skies Gray
ALtering Reality
Blink Once and
things aint what they oughta be
Prisoners of Society....
Enslaved...
by the road success paved
wearing shackles on our feet
and T-shirts that say "we're free"
because Madness is King
as the blood of the innocents
stains the rich mans cream
This is why half the world gets high-
Trying desperately to catch up with there spirits
So how much CAN you smoke or snort to get anywhere near it
Chaos is the Mother ...
841 reads
8 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
29th Apr 2012 10:36pm
29th Apr 2012 10:36pm
Rage
I ..
am at a place where Karma meets formal education
as my soul unfolds for the duration
of time..
No-I am not okay nor am I fine
because somethings in life have just crossed that line
Between my safe place and my comfort zone
I feel like Im sick of the worlds bullshit
and I DO wanna be left the fuck alone!
because the world keeps moving with no regard or concern
Inside me a fire is brewing and I intend to let it burn!
As the elders spirits shake there heads
and ask "child what have you learned?"
At this I give...
am at a place where Karma meets formal education
as my soul unfolds for the duration
of time..
No-I am not okay nor am I fine
because somethings in life have just crossed that line
Between my safe place and my comfort zone
I feel like Im sick of the worlds bullshit
and I DO wanna be left the fuck alone!
because the world keeps moving with no regard or concern
Inside me a fire is brewing and I intend to let it burn!
As the elders spirits shake there heads
and ask "child what have you learned?"
At this I give...
981 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
29th Apr 2012 2:03am
29th Apr 2012 2:03am
The Rain
The day my Mother decided to stop breathing
it was raining...heavy torrents of jet-stream
water over and under her...
till she was carried away.
She called my grandmother and said
it sounded like angry fist
beating on her window pane
Beating
Beating
Beating
driving her more insane.
Until the beating
drowned her voice out
and all we could hear was the rain
But for me...
the rain is my saving grace
I mean ..
I love the way it feels
when its on my face
cleansing me ...clearing me
Until I become a blank page...
it was raining...heavy torrents of jet-stream
water over and under her...
till she was carried away.
She called my grandmother and said
it sounded like angry fist
beating on her window pane
Beating
Beating
Beating
driving her more insane.
Until the beating
drowned her voice out
and all we could hear was the rain
But for me...
the rain is my saving grace
I mean ..
I love the way it feels
when its on my face
cleansing me ...clearing me
Until I become a blank page...
798 reads
6 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
29th Apr 2012 1:08am
29th Apr 2012 1:08am
Take Me
Take Me...
because I'm fed the fuck up
with complaints pains
and restraints
and the boiling bullshit
of the day to day
Im tired of the laments
that never go away
Im sick of the games
so many people play
Take Me with your
Lips tongue and hands
show me that you...
are a real man
I am naked before you..
and here I stand
as my sanity dangles
on one thin strand
Take Me...
inside your mouth
penatrate me hard
and cover my mouth
and I dont care how
twisted this seams
Take Me...
and make my juicy ass...
because I'm fed the fuck up
with complaints pains
and restraints
and the boiling bullshit
of the day to day
Im tired of the laments
that never go away
Im sick of the games
so many people play
Take Me with your
Lips tongue and hands
show me that you...
are a real man
I am naked before you..
and here I stand
as my sanity dangles
on one thin strand
Take Me...
inside your mouth
penatrate me hard
and cover my mouth
and I dont care how
twisted this seams
Take Me...
and make my juicy ass...
1566 reads
16 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
28th Apr 2012 4:30am
28th Apr 2012 4:30am
Life's Wishes
When I get home from work
my day is just beginning
when it should be ending
I have seeds...that are depending on me
and the skilz that I am lending
To this place...
got New Millenium slave written across my face
and being lonely
with know one who really seems to know me
or wanna take the time to just
breathe....
and hold me ..so they can find out
who my soul be
cause see..
Im movin mysticaly through my skin
while I'm parrellel universin
flippin my own script
releasing ancestral power from the crypt
My soul is coded in...
my day is just beginning
when it should be ending
I have seeds...that are depending on me
and the skilz that I am lending
To this place...
got New Millenium slave written across my face
and being lonely
with know one who really seems to know me
or wanna take the time to just
breathe....
and hold me ..so they can find out
who my soul be
cause see..
Im movin mysticaly through my skin
while I'm parrellel universin
flippin my own script
releasing ancestral power from the crypt
My soul is coded in...
846 reads
9 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
28th Apr 2012 4:02am
28th Apr 2012 4:02am
Journey to the Mecca Within
I have travelled thousands of miles in any direction
Visited beautiful places
and spent time... in the pressence of the sublime
and Ive seen some wonderful faces
but what remains
always the same
is me...and my name
see, I take my own soul where ever I go
So my journey becomes defined
by whatever it is that I have on my mind
or am trying to find at the time
So I put on my ultra-violet specs
that make it possible for me to check
my own interior..though at times
it feels abit inferior...
Yep.. it's gonna be a wild ride
as I hold on...
Visited beautiful places
and spent time... in the pressence of the sublime
and Ive seen some wonderful faces
but what remains
always the same
is me...and my name
see, I take my own soul where ever I go
So my journey becomes defined
by whatever it is that I have on my mind
or am trying to find at the time
So I put on my ultra-violet specs
that make it possible for me to check
my own interior..though at times
it feels abit inferior...
Yep.. it's gonna be a wild ride
as I hold on...
767 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Apr 2012 00:59am
27th Apr 2012 00:59am
Our Youth
who am I ...the children ask
and where can I be found
in between the pages of books
that seem to be hellbound..
not to ever be discovered
never heard seen nor read
never to know the crowns
that once adorned my head
history has been lost
and my soul has been vanquished
as a generation of lost souls
raise there faces in anquish
searching for them selves in the
eyes of piss poor leaders
Only to get more confused as they
Look into the eyes the adolecent
breeders who bore them
so comes the source of our dispute
A degraded...
and where can I be found
in between the pages of books
that seem to be hellbound..
not to ever be discovered
never heard seen nor read
never to know the crowns
that once adorned my head
history has been lost
and my soul has been vanquished
as a generation of lost souls
raise there faces in anquish
searching for them selves in the
eyes of piss poor leaders
Only to get more confused as they
Look into the eyes the adolecent
breeders who bore them
so comes the source of our dispute
A degraded...
777 reads
2 Comments
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