http://slow.writerscafe.org/Phoen-ix The original writings of author Phoen-ix en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033784 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I used to write about insanity - About Woolf and Baudelaire,Sappho and Nietzscheof Lazarus risingBaptized and UnforgivingI've heard Gabriel's trumpet -sipped belladonna  I became a mirror of my ancestors painReflecting all their sufferingonto othersWe could argue if it w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Phoen-ix/2808629/ This is a reminderThat I will heal, for my Mother, my grandmotherand for all the women who came before themThis is a reminderThat I will heal, formy childrenFor our legacyThis is a reminderThat I am becoming the ancestorthatremindsYouof your power http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Phoen-ix/2806165/ This year Itook a hard look at myselfMuch realizationIntenseself loveI quit beinga martyr for someone else’s sufferingI chosemyself butunderstood mypart in itI sat withthe shamePromisedmyself to try to stay authentic I used tosayIf I knewwh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Phoen-ix/2793548/ They say healing is notlinear - that it ebbs and flows with it's purposefuldesignInstead of riding the waves, I am moving with the currentletting the undertow pull me underfor I know eventually, if Isurrender, I'll rise. This is Rebirth http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Phoen-ix/2792056/ Dear Inner Child - I know youknow, how it feelsbut I need you to trust me to keep you safe nowI need you to understand that WE cannot keep screamingfor YOU to be heardI hear youI am here for you, and I am enough (for you) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Phoen-ix/2784804/ I need to figure out what it is I'm feeling, and give that TO MYSELFprovide that forMYSELFonly then, can I give that same love to You. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Phoen-ix/2772306/ AbsintheA sinnersrotting teethHollowed out bonesFamineA vermins feastA blood moon over a raging sea132 lost,angry beasts http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Phoen-ix/1928963/ Switchblade - splitthe siamese twinsTogether, like cannibals, ate the pulp of the grapefruit until gangrenemade rot of our limbsConjoined, andcorrosive - withruby red ransoms in our stomach liningwe peeled back blood thirsty sadists and spit the seeds of self - sacrificing masoch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Phoen-ix/1928959/ I found myselflost, wanderingwithin the PinesCame across a sorry, lyingdrunkard, with fish hooks for eyesI got down on both kneesand begged a stranger for directionHe pulled out a map from his breast pocket and handed me his compassPromised he could not lead meto absolutionbut guarant.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Phoen-ix/1896584/ Murder of crows in theskeleton treeAll but one flew off,cawing, in a mockery of threeShe spits rose gold love and ambrosialeaves twigs and parasites in the woundsleft on my scalp and swears to meby the holy trinity beneath the red dying sunthat the once gluttonous moths nowdead on my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Phoen-ix/1896578/ Spare me your skeleton keyyour oil lampmy widows peakIn the undying light of uncertainty,of grave danger and mylack of dignityYour presence has been haunting my goulish nightmares of children feasting on bats in theLouisiana swampI've circled mirrors around white chalka hundred ble.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Phoen-ix/1889236/ These stained glass cathedralceilings I must repent under haveshown me no mercyFor they have shattered and admist the chaos I cannot find my strength nor GodThis is my punishment I now knowForgive me for slaughtering the fawnlings,for my pride http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Phoen-ix/1860218/ Stomped on the spinetrapped beneath a black bootCan you hear the angels singing?Gabriel's trumpet? Well I'vedeveloped a messiah complex  and a wrath to match I've ingested belladonna to try and purify myself but sometimessuffering is just suffering; it serves .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Phoen-ix/1854538/ I know too much-have felt too much,and now I cannot go back.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Phoen-ix/1853827/ I’veinherited Woolf’s insanityI canhear her through the soundof thebathtub drainHer whispersimprint hieroglyphsdepicting a bloodhoundbeneath the solar eclipseAnd I'm sickened by Sapphoand her undyingvanitySerpentstongue leaving behindtrac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Phoen-ix/1852225/ I have dragged myself out from the pit of hell, yet somehowmy mind can’t conquer the perversion. Evil is as pure as innocence, and while for years Ibelieved you were otherworldly, I have come to realize you were nothing more than human. Man terrifies me, more than any demon ever w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Phoen-ix/1851088/ High priestess ofporcelain saintsCatching glimpses of her sweetness in the orange grove sheknelt down and placed at herfeeta bowl of milk and a yellow tulipAn offering to keep her heart of gold http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Phoen-ix/1850496/ A golden halo,an aura of copper,nestled inside the divine Mother Twined together by sage and holy waterAn angel,knowing no boundsNo mercy for one,bloodied,heartSet aflame by a tongue of fire http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Phoen-ix/1849937/ You spent four months writingnursery rhymes for a baby thatyou would never know and tonight,you're shaking like a newborn calf,under the waning moonLaying to rest,a little boy in a crocheted gownA son wrapped up in blue http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Phoen-ix/1849298/ I have never been baptized but I devoted my faith into something higher when my head went under frigid water. A grey canvas washed clean; replenished by lilac and rosemary, and wrapped in the most pure white haze. Purgatory is real and does not only apply when a soul leaves its vessel and is confine.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Phoen-ix/1811645/ For all that lay out under the futile sun with kaleidoscope eyes I wish nothing more for you to reach outand with fingertips left unscorched by the flamesCradle your transference it has allowed you to glowand burn just as brightly as everything in your galaxySome of us canno.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Phoen-ix/1807085/ Peace of mind is only given in a room with White wallsA twin sized bed and a view ofGenuine povertyHad my memory come back to me I could of sworn I was tellingSomeone else's story ofPsychopathyWhat I didn't know then and what I do know nowIs that our very beings are more fragile thanW.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Phoen-ix/1741379/ A mother sold her baby to a man in the circusand promised her if she was a good girl she would give her half of her earnings In the evenings Her mother spent her sufferingon cheap alcohol and cancer sticksmuttering to herself that thiswill never happen againBut when her baby .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Phoen-ix/1547687/ Soak the honey bees in Kerosene and Leave the wasps between the teethCut and line the gum with pothos And swallow Faux fireflies danceAnd struggle with wings of goldNectar of fire Seeping and coating toes like wax Preserving and Creating light by burningOneOut http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Phoen-ix/1491074/ She offered me a smoke on our way back home While she rambled on about how freedom tastes like tang andChildhood of dried blood and gravelThat when you reach your prime age Your ceiling shouldn't be as filthy as your bed sheetsAnd that christening gown-The one that’s staine.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Phoen-ix/1416789/ Nails dug into the earth as thoughFingertips dipped into waterAnd I watched the dampened earth seep Into the lines of your handsTongue to lips, to teethEyes glistening and fixedMesmerized by the flightlessCrow that flailed helplesslyAmong the leavesI watched your spine stiffen and straightenBef.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Phoen-ix/1416264/ Leeches and foxglove wrapped around the ribs of a faun An acidic cell of gluttonous moths with fertile eggs And fragile wings Plastered to a  Tainted tongue Parasites Like loneliness Leave you with a mouthful of Maggots http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Phoen-ix/1384415/ I wonder if God would Be spiteful ifHe found out that I'm in loveWith all thingsTaintedI wonder if the DevilWould be displeased ifHe found out thatI'm in love With all things Pure http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Phoen-ix/1380879/ Sickly sweetRipened fruitOn the tip ofYour tongue Like Sulfur http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Phoen-ix/1352250/  I’ll wait for youTo crawl into thecrevices of my brainCollapse into thousands ofPure white feathersAnd sink into the black resin that'sBeen coating every unstable wallof torn flesh http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Phoen-ix/1318654/ Don't show up at my doorstepWith liliesin your delicate handsInsteadBring me clementinesAnd I will show youThat the sweetnessWithin the pulpWill not be the sameAs the sweet sight Of chaos Around our feetAnd if you do show upWith flowers in your handsRip them from the earthRoot and all.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Phoen-ix/1305669/  I have spentthe last63 dayslying in bedin the darkStaring atThe ceilingAnd the four walls around meBecause the moonHas been castingShadows upon themAnd all I can think about is howSyd Barrett was a SchizophrenicDropping acid 24/7And feeding it to his catsGod, he was a brilliant manAn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Phoen-ix/1292604/ She said, “you’re crazy; a raving lunatic who takes everything to heart and thinks too much.”  To which he replied, “If you feel ashamed of yourself, I want you to plant seeds of good grace in the pit of your stomach and water it with passion.  Let it grow; let it b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Phoen-ix/1284623/ She was her own brand of candyPleasant at firstSucculent and sweetBut the more her nameRolled off of your tongueThe more sour And the more bitterShe became  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Phoen-ix/1270849/ You were crawling on your hands and knees;You pulled your body across the fresh, white sheetsAnd you began to whisper lies that made our stomachs turn,For there were things in this world that were once worth more thanA few casual glances and,“Darling, I just went to buy smokes.” I f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Phoen-ix/1251271/ I'm sure at one point in time, I was someone's cup of tea. But now, I'm positive I'm someone's cheap bottle of liquor. I know you won't mind if I stay the night, but please don't mind if my body is not next to yours in the morning.I'll be gone,somewhere else,somewhere that is higher than all of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Phoen-ix/1233797/ The taste of forgiveness is sweet, but so is lobotomy.Sincere apologies aren't always genuine and lately, the cards on the table just don't match up. What were you thinking? That night when you walked into my place, getting on your hands and knees and scrubbing the filthy, black floors. No matt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Phoen-ix/1233301/ You somehow thought I wasMade out ofAlligator skin andReptilian bloodYou somehow didn't findSad smiles and crooked teethA flaw  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Phoen-ix/1232803/ The ceiling was as white as the christening gown you once wore as a baby. Or at least that was how you put it when you sat over in the corner, on a plastic covered chair. You told me about your childhood while I worked away, cleaning brushes and pouring paint into trays. “There’s no need.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Phoen-ix/1232797/