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.
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Feb 2012 10:32pm
19th Feb 2012 10:32pm
Still Breathing
I was barely born
my mothers placenta
was torn
but I
kept breathing.
Then,
in the autum season
she committed parental treason
gave me up for no reason
even so I am..
still breathing
As a youth I was plagued
with visions and dreams
in foster homes where my
li'l life was ripped at the seams
but I am
still breathing
I've seen death up close
with a man's hands on my throat
been homeless in the street
with no food for me
or my kids to eat.
At times I lost more than I gained ...
my mothers placenta
was torn
but I
kept breathing.
Then,
in the autum season
she committed parental treason
gave me up for no reason
even so I am..
still breathing
As a youth I was plagued
with visions and dreams
in foster homes where my
li'l life was ripped at the seams
but I am
still breathing
I've seen death up close
with a man's hands on my throat
been homeless in the street
with no food for me
or my kids to eat.
At times I lost more than I gained ...
893 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Feb 2012 11:18pm
18th Feb 2012 11:18pm
Touched
You touched me
I felt it.
Deep,and
Penetrating
Not like others,
all grit and greed.
you were not a taker
when you touched me.
You saw my need,you saw my heart
You saw my pain,and you touched me.
My soul was laid bare for you
you saw my ugly truths
you saw my brokeness,and
it did not matter.
When judgement is all I expected
You came and touched me with
your compassion
You saw me.. empty and aimless
in my spirit,
yet you were not
Repelled instead you were
Compelled to reach out to me...
I felt it.
Deep,and
Penetrating
Not like others,
all grit and greed.
you were not a taker
when you touched me.
You saw my need,you saw my heart
You saw my pain,and you touched me.
My soul was laid bare for you
you saw my ugly truths
you saw my brokeness,and
it did not matter.
When judgement is all I expected
You came and touched me with
your compassion
You saw me.. empty and aimless
in my spirit,
yet you were not
Repelled instead you were
Compelled to reach out to me...
919 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
18th Feb 2012 10:13pm
18th Feb 2012 10:13pm
Crunchy
I feel crunchy today like
Planters Peanuts
from the depth of my soul
right thru to my guts
I dont have a reason,
I just woke up this way
I guess its gonna be
a crunchy kinda day!
I dont want to talk
theres too much on my mind
my emotions are raw
and Im NOT the crying kind
I cant listen to music
thats not what I need
I cant even smoke
and for true I Love my weed
Today I just need
a little TLC
so I can be smoothe
and not so crunchy.
Planters Peanuts
from the depth of my soul
right thru to my guts
I dont have a reason,
I just woke up this way
I guess its gonna be
a crunchy kinda day!
I dont want to talk
theres too much on my mind
my emotions are raw
and Im NOT the crying kind
I cant listen to music
thats not what I need
I cant even smoke
and for true I Love my weed
Today I just need
a little TLC
so I can be smoothe
and not so crunchy.
662 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Feb 2012 10:46pm
17th Feb 2012 10:46pm
The ripple effect
I wish I could allow my soul to burst into 1 million molecules
That 1 million other people could then take and use it
To rip the skin off of the earths spiritual eyes
So Like fresh bread ...peoples Love for Life and each other
It could just rise and rise
To bring wisdom back into there minds and let knowledge shine thru there third eyes
I wish I could create a ripple effect
That would erase all pain, hate, and neglect
It would cleanse our souls and let our
Conscouisness be free going into all of you
Flowing directly out of me. ...
That 1 million other people could then take and use it
To rip the skin off of the earths spiritual eyes
So Like fresh bread ...peoples Love for Life and each other
It could just rise and rise
To bring wisdom back into there minds and let knowledge shine thru there third eyes
I wish I could create a ripple effect
That would erase all pain, hate, and neglect
It would cleanse our souls and let our
Conscouisness be free going into all of you
Flowing directly out of me. ...
1476 reads
9 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Feb 2012 00:21am
17th Feb 2012 00:21am
Robbing The Cradle Prt1
He was 6'4, Long, Tall, and Strong.
He lived in my neighborhood,and hung out
with some mutual acquaintences... and Most Importantly
He was 23.
He told one of our mutual friends ...to tell me,
That he thought I was Beautiful, and to call him
So I did.
As Genuine's So Anxious was playing in the background of our conversation My thoughts were racing and I wasnt thinking clearly, cause I could see that he wasnt Nearly as old as I thought he should be.
He said "Age aint nothin but a number baby, so dont let my age stop us Both from getting what we...
He lived in my neighborhood,and hung out
with some mutual acquaintences... and Most Importantly
He was 23.
He told one of our mutual friends ...to tell me,
That he thought I was Beautiful, and to call him
So I did.
As Genuine's So Anxious was playing in the background of our conversation My thoughts were racing and I wasnt thinking clearly, cause I could see that he wasnt Nearly as old as I thought he should be.
He said "Age aint nothin but a number baby, so dont let my age stop us Both from getting what we...
1044 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Feb 2012 6:35pm
14th Feb 2012 6:35pm
Not Quite a Love Poem.....
There will be no flowers for me...
There will be no boxes of chocolate
For me either...
I wont be the one gushing at the water cooler over the romantic
Evening that my signifigent who ever....is planning.
I wont be the one at my desk staring goo goo eyed off into
The dreamy nothingness thinking of what my so- called Lover will have planned for the night.
No... I will be the one who turns all reports in early.
I may even work late today, for that matter.
I will be the one who sits silently smiling at all the other
Valentines Day Lovers who...
There will be no boxes of chocolate
For me either...
I wont be the one gushing at the water cooler over the romantic
Evening that my signifigent who ever....is planning.
I wont be the one at my desk staring goo goo eyed off into
The dreamy nothingness thinking of what my so- called Lover will have planned for the night.
No... I will be the one who turns all reports in early.
I may even work late today, for that matter.
I will be the one who sits silently smiling at all the other
Valentines Day Lovers who...
965 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
12th Feb 2012 10:46pm
12th Feb 2012 10:46pm
I remember
"A People who dont know there history...Is like a Tree without roots" Marcus Garvey.
So Here I am...making a declaritive statement inside my mind,
on who I am.
on who I was raised to be.
on who I WANT to be.
Yet truth of self never seems to come easily
As there are times that I feel like a Motherless child
OH.. but wait... a Motherless Child is exactly what I am
Considering... My History...see my mother killed her self
When I was only 16...
I remember laying face down ... on the dirt...
I could not believe how this hurt... ...
So Here I am...making a declaritive statement inside my mind,
on who I am.
on who I was raised to be.
on who I WANT to be.
Yet truth of self never seems to come easily
As there are times that I feel like a Motherless child
OH.. but wait... a Motherless Child is exactly what I am
Considering... My History...see my mother killed her self
When I was only 16...
I remember laying face down ... on the dirt...
I could not believe how this hurt... ...
753 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
12th Feb 2012 9:52pm
12th Feb 2012 9:52pm
I Am...
I am...an Omen...I am A Sign.
Smoothe, yet sweet...Aged like
Fine wine.
I am ...the salt of the earth,
The endless Cypher... I am
The cycle of Life... and Death
I am the the fascilitator of Rebirth.
I am an Original- I have never been rehearsed.
I am ...Undiluted. I am a concentrated energy
My Light Burns bright like a supernova...
Spillin Ova... inside of me as darkness
Disperses at the sight of me...
As I believe... I only get better with time-
My Third Eye is renewed... and my Chakras aligned.
I am ...Ghost Tracin
Evil...
Smoothe, yet sweet...Aged like
Fine wine.
I am ...the salt of the earth,
The endless Cypher... I am
The cycle of Life... and Death
I am the the fascilitator of Rebirth.
I am an Original- I have never been rehearsed.
I am ...Undiluted. I am a concentrated energy
My Light Burns bright like a supernova...
Spillin Ova... inside of me as darkness
Disperses at the sight of me...
As I believe... I only get better with time-
My Third Eye is renewed... and my Chakras aligned.
I am ...Ghost Tracin
Evil...
879 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
10th Feb 2012 00:10am
10th Feb 2012 00:10am
Deep Roller
For years... my history lay dormant inside of me...small seed growing silently until my curiousity bloomed like a full grown tree.
I finally wanted to know...How far down the rabbit hole I could go.
My Father was a crack-addict and alchoholic,and my Mother was an Alchoholic and a Schizophrenic trippin on those phycotropic drugs.. along with heroine.....
In the end My Mother couldnt save me .... not knowing the pain she gave me when she killed herself.
Now my Father was never around and the Doctors say thats why I was feeling down.... The Doctors said I was a Deep...
I finally wanted to know...How far down the rabbit hole I could go.
My Father was a crack-addict and alchoholic,and my Mother was an Alchoholic and a Schizophrenic trippin on those phycotropic drugs.. along with heroine.....
In the end My Mother couldnt save me .... not knowing the pain she gave me when she killed herself.
Now my Father was never around and the Doctors say thats why I was feeling down.... The Doctors said I was a Deep...
891 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2012 5:12pm
2nd Feb 2012 5:12pm
Inner Meditation
There is a place.... inside my deep inner space....
that ebbs and flows... and helps my soul.. to coagulate...
As my inner Dreams and Ideas Begin to mate... then procreate-
to make...
me see new realities through my dreams at night ... in the late,
hours... under an esoteric Moon.. as the elder anscestors draw near.
They whisper the secrets of the Universe in my ear ... and tell me
their Light is coming soon...
I am in awe of the paradigms of Life -
like how a good man can still be called a good man
even after he cheats on his wife
or how...
that ebbs and flows... and helps my soul.. to coagulate...
As my inner Dreams and Ideas Begin to mate... then procreate-
to make...
me see new realities through my dreams at night ... in the late,
hours... under an esoteric Moon.. as the elder anscestors draw near.
They whisper the secrets of the Universe in my ear ... and tell me
their Light is coming soon...
I am in awe of the paradigms of Life -
like how a good man can still be called a good man
even after he cheats on his wife
or how...
830 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
1st Feb 2012 3:34am
1st Feb 2012 3:34am
Stop This Ride
Sometimes ... This Ride called Life Moves too fast for me.... and
Sometimes this ride called Life spins out of control.......
Stop! I said Stop this ride! and I dont care about wasting my fare...
I Just want to Fly.
I Just want to Fly....to a quiet place ... between the darkness and the Night...where everything I.ve ever done wrong has been erased... and changed and made completely right...
But before I go on that journey...
I wanna redeem my ticket for all those tears I cried.. and
It oughta be double coupon day for all the days that I woke up and had hurt...
Sometimes this ride called Life spins out of control.......
Stop! I said Stop this ride! and I dont care about wasting my fare...
I Just want to Fly.
I Just want to Fly....to a quiet place ... between the darkness and the Night...where everything I.ve ever done wrong has been erased... and changed and made completely right...
But before I go on that journey...
I wanna redeem my ticket for all those tears I cried.. and
It oughta be double coupon day for all the days that I woke up and had hurt...
812 reads
0 Comments
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