Phoenix Feniks Poems

It could've been beautiful.
My pain could've sung a hummingbirds tune,
instead it screamed and wheezed as it weeped.
My tears could've slid down my cheeks as crystals
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I fell in love with hope at a young age.
As i grew older i learnt to lean on hope's shoulder,
my mind full of maybes
yet no solid answers.
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I am dirty,
the personification of a deranged dog
that's fur is clumped together
and ribs that stick out from it's skin.
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You can call my phone
but i won't answer.
For i am not where you left me,
my number has changed.
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I am 12,
my window is wide open
as i inhale the soft summer's breeze.
Nothing bad has happened to me yet-
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Eve,
the first woman.
Mother to all,
daughter to none.
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Tonight I am surrounded
by ever thought I've ever conjured.
They will judge me and perceive me
based upon their silent scoring of my mind.
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There is a lump in my throat
about the size of a cherry pit
and I haven't been able to swallow it since I was 7.
My childhood was broken,
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I hope that one day
I will find the strength to leave you.
Instead of walking through the same bare forest,
I will take a sharp turn to the right
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I am not too young to know everything.
I may not be able to tell you why rainbows are colourful,
or why your pupils dialate when you see something
that you adore,
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