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17.13: This One’s for You

A Life Story.

My Life in Verse

To the one who said she would always defend…
To the one who said we’d always be friends…
To the one who I will always regret…
To the one who will never, ever forget…

To the one who still cannot forgive…
To the one who said she would never leave…
To the one who broke my mending heart…
To the ones who took and would then depart…

To the one who was able to begin anew…
To the one who remains a friend so true…
To the one who finally came back home…
To the one who always called me his own…

To the one who taught me how to fall…
To the one who taught me to stand so tall…
To the one who taught me how to see…
To the one who said they should love me for me…

To the ones who hurt, who burned, and lied…
To the ones who thought I would be silent and cry…
To the ones who are only brave when amidst a throng…
To the ones I proved to have been wrong…

To the one who hurt me without meaning to…
To the one who spoke without being spoken to…
To the one who filled my heart with bliss…
To the one who will be my one last kiss…

To the only one I would have said,
“With this ring, I thee wed”…
To the one who loved me at first sight…
To the one I will love until last light…

To the one I come home to in the dark of night…
To the one I wake up to in the morning light…
To the one whose life mine is entwined to…
To the one I love… This one’s for you.



Blessed Be…

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69 in ’12: Being Broken

I was going through my days as Angelisis and found this.

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A silhouette bathed in silver light
soft scratches of parchment and quill
whispers mingle with the tears of night
she knew in her heart she loved you still

In numbered nights and dying days
of soft, slow touches and the perfect kiss
in fear of time of parting ways
past-lived thoughts of consuming bliss

A flame that flickers in shadowed silence
A soul lives for a heart that is damned
When words fail and that’s left is blindness
She reaches out and holds your hand

Melancholy is a comforting friend
In picturesque moments of ebony-blue
The prelude to happiness that knows no end
With faith in her soul, she hoped for you

The soul struggles to keep in flight
As she slowly drowns in sorrow’s tune
In the exquisiteness of the birthing light
All I long for is the moon

Penned by PhoenixFire (as Angelisis)
June 15th 2004



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63 in ’12: And Hope… Hope Will Keep Me Alive

“… Sometimes you reach what’s real by making believe…”
– Ever Ever After, Carrie Underwood

I am ready. You will come.

In love with the night
In love with the rain
In love with the bliss
In love with the pain

In love with the hope
Of days yet to pass
In love with the dream
Of a love that will last

In love with the mist
Of a cold afternoon
In love with the wish
Of finding him soon

In love with shadows
That gently paints the walls
In love with longing
For that one final fall

In love with the silence
Of a beautiful soundless tune
In love with the promise
Of a lover’s moon

by PhoenixFire
September 1, 2012



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22 in ’12: Almost

Not someday or soon
Frozen in time with the light of the moon

Not now or no
Just moments of bliss and seconds of sorrow

Not heaven or hell
With bonds to break and lies to tell

Not nothing or all
No path to take but where you won’t fall

Not truth or lie
No tales to tell but ones of goodbye

Not love or hate
No hand to hold in this limboed state

Not day or night
Just wisps of smoke that fade in flight

“Shades of Gray”

Audioslave To: Give Me Love, Ed Sheeran (on repeat)

Blessed Be…

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For Better Days to Come (100/365)

I see through eyes that with beauty weep
… that remembers the stories of a soul asleep
… that looks, in turn, through roses and ice
… that sees the truth amidst the lies

I feel through skin that spreads like light
… with fingers that traces in lack of sight
… with lips that linger in sorrow’s wake
… with hands that hold in blissful states

I live through wishes made by a heart
… through written words of hope in the dark
… through woven tales of love so true
… through the soul of The One who loves me, too

“Twilight Dreamer”
by Phoenixfire
December 31st 2011

Blessed Be…

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Triad of Grief

Perhaps ’twas meant to be as this
To live a life ‘tween grief and bliss
To tread the paths of light and sorrow
To always know the lies of ‘morrow

So now I sing the siren’s song
Of being bent and broken just to belong
‘Tis not a curse, a sign, or a binding
But merely words that bear a warning

“Break not the heart t’was slowly mending
and unheal the wounds that time was closing
Lose not the trust, scar not the soul
Lest you forget that wrath has no ending.”

– The Triad of Grief
Originally written on 011009

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Wiccan Love

i choose a love that is mine alone
for though the heart has fire, the heart is stone
i choose a love that melts the ice
of the heart so foolish, the soul so wise

i choose a love that cause not tears
that brings comfort and solace, not doubt and fear
i choose a love that is mine to keep
that does not break the heart when the soul does sleep

i would choose a love that in time could end
instead of an eternal promise of a love that pretends
i would choose a love that breaks a heart
than that of a silver-tongue whose lies become art

i would choose a love that is safe and warm
than a love that flames and causes harm
i would choose a love whose sins commit
than that of a love whose secrets omit

i choose a love that for truth would fight
than one that lies, in silence, at night
i choose a love that for sacrifice takes flight
than one that stays yet does no right

the Wicaan Woman chooses a love that remains to her true
the Wandering Witch chooses a love that loves only one, not two
the Betrayed Beauty chooses a love that she can call her own
the Beloved Bitch chooses a love who loves her alone

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