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The Phoenix series

Phoenix series By Nicky Dube
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Phoenix murder 

Being a phoenix, I bring my own death
I sing a beautiful melody as I set ablaze
The notes burn marks upon your soul
My flames forever emblazoned on your eyes
I am alive, then I am alive from the ashes.
From the wreckages of my past I arise
A new me- a born again creature…
Nature is taking its course.

Would you shoot an arrow towards me
Would you aim at my life’s source
Will you set me on fire yourself
Before my time is nigh…
The poison you have made me drink
Will it send me to my early ashes
The bite from the apple-
Am I to sleep until you wake me.

Your intentions are shadowed
My fire dulls them even more
Poor visibility from the smoke
I do not see or feel your presence
But I feel the sharp penetration
Into the core of my being
A perfect aim amid the darkness,
No I had my eyes closed for so long.

Being a phoenix, I bring my own death
I sing a beautiful melody as I set ablaze
The notes burn marks upon your soul
My flames forever emblazoned on your eyes
I am alive, then I am alive from the ashes.
From the wreckages of my past I arise
A new me- a born again creature…
Nature is taking its course.

Would you shoot an arrow towards me
Would you aim at my life’s source
Will you set me on fire yourself
Before my time is nigh…
The poison you have made me drink
Will it send me to my early ashes
The bite from the apple-
Am I to sleep until you wake me.

Your intentions are shadowed
My fire dulls them even more
Poor visibility from the smoke
I do not see or feel your presence
But I feel the sharp penetration
Into the core of my being
A perfect aim amid the darkness,
No I had my eyes closed for so long



By Nicky Dube

Nicky is an aircraft engineering student,  who reflects life in writing. Her work merges experiences and literary boundaries exploration
 


Phoenix- A New Rise

A feeling like the first experience
No, I have felt this before.
Loving like it is my first time
No, I have loved before.
Making love like I am a virgin
I was once a virgin before;
Before I lost the world and its meaning
Right before my tear-filled eyes.
Once I was human and felt;
The touch of the one I cared about
Would have my hairs and toes curling
In joy and happiness I felt depth within.
The love I thought I would take with me
To the grave and behold in my heart;
It grew fangs and sucked me dry and withered.
When we made love, when our bodies mingled,
Our nails etching love onto our backs;
I believed the scars were permanent.
How I long to see them and feel again,
Or is it all well they disappeared for good.
Will I love again, like before,
Can I make love again, like before
Can I still feel again like how I felt.
Though age has taken its toll, I will be born anew.
The life still in me, I only need revival.
I will feel the love like I did before,
In my heart when making love;
This time not with you nor for you,
But for the new flame, for a new phoenix.

By Nicky Dube 
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