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@phoenixwilde.bsky.social
· Dec 6
I no longer want your love.
I want your dread.
I want you shaking when you see me shopping for my daily bread.
I want you whispering to saints and deities you don’t believe in for deliverance,
covering your head from the fire and brimstone of my wrath.
-Control
#poetry #poem #anger #love
I want your dread.
I want you shaking when you see me shopping for my daily bread.
I want you whispering to saints and deities you don’t believe in for deliverance,
covering your head from the fire and brimstone of my wrath.
-Control
#poetry #poem #anger #love
September 28, 2025 at 12:21 AM
September 28, 2025 at 12:07 AM
I really want to write a new poetry collection, but I'm just devoid of ideas right now 😢
September 27, 2025 at 6:14 PM
I really want to write a new poetry collection, but I'm just devoid of ideas right now 😢
I'll never
ask for your ice
now that I have
my sunshine
ask for your ice
now that I have
my sunshine
July 8, 2025 at 8:12 PM
I'll never
ask for your ice
now that I have
my sunshine
ask for your ice
now that I have
my sunshine
Hell
hath
no fury
like a me
scorned
hath
no fury
like a me
scorned
July 8, 2025 at 8:10 PM
Hell
hath
no fury
like a me
scorned
hath
no fury
like a me
scorned
why was it too hard
for you
to love
me
for you
to love
me
July 5, 2025 at 1:12 PM
why was it too hard
for you
to love
me
for you
to love
me
Days like these
I freefall
into memory
I freefall
into memory
June 28, 2025 at 10:20 PM
Days like these
I freefall
into memory
I freefall
into memory
I washed my sheets & I wondered if there was even a single spec of your skin cells left on it --
with me
for just a little longer
with me
for just a little longer
June 28, 2025 at 5:21 PM
I washed my sheets & I wondered if there was even a single spec of your skin cells left on it --
with me
for just a little longer
with me
for just a little longer
I am most like myself
with your blood on my
teeth and
wrath under
my fingernails
with your blood on my
teeth and
wrath under
my fingernails
June 25, 2025 at 2:29 AM
I am most like myself
with your blood on my
teeth and
wrath under
my fingernails
with your blood on my
teeth and
wrath under
my fingernails
What world will my daughter know -
one in which she whistles while on her morning walk or one where she darts from corner to corner, eye
constantly
over her shoulder?
#poetry #fuckfascism
one in which she whistles while on her morning walk or one where she darts from corner to corner, eye
constantly
over her shoulder?
#poetry #fuckfascism
March 6, 2025 at 4:04 AM
What world will my daughter know -
one in which she whistles while on her morning walk or one where she darts from corner to corner, eye
constantly
over her shoulder?
#poetry #fuckfascism
one in which she whistles while on her morning walk or one where she darts from corner to corner, eye
constantly
over her shoulder?
#poetry #fuckfascism
March 5, 2025 at 3:17 AM
I feel her growing
in my chest,
this Phoenix
rising
once again
from embers
that never quite
extinguish
in my chest,
this Phoenix
rising
once again
from embers
that never quite
extinguish
March 4, 2025 at 3:06 AM
I feel her growing
in my chest,
this Phoenix
rising
once again
from embers
that never quite
extinguish
in my chest,
this Phoenix
rising
once again
from embers
that never quite
extinguish
Who did you think you were
that enabled you to be this way
And who did you think I was
that I deserved it?
that enabled you to be this way
And who did you think I was
that I deserved it?
February 2, 2025 at 9:14 PM
Who did you think you were
that enabled you to be this way
And who did you think I was
that I deserved it?
that enabled you to be this way
And who did you think I was
that I deserved it?
motherhood should be
a space heater, a warm blanket,
a good nights sleep;
not a hollow song, a haunting chant,
a radiating sting
a space heater, a warm blanket,
a good nights sleep;
not a hollow song, a haunting chant,
a radiating sting
January 23, 2025 at 3:18 AM
motherhood should be
a space heater, a warm blanket,
a good nights sleep;
not a hollow song, a haunting chant,
a radiating sting
a space heater, a warm blanket,
a good nights sleep;
not a hollow song, a haunting chant,
a radiating sting
where does my heart disappear to when you’re not around
- With You/Without Me
- With You/Without Me
January 23, 2025 at 3:17 AM
where does my heart disappear to when you’re not around
- With You/Without Me
- With You/Without Me
how am I possibly expected to exist among all this decay
January 23, 2025 at 3:15 AM
how am I possibly expected to exist among all this decay
I NEED TO BE WRITING AHHHH
January 14, 2025 at 2:50 AM
I NEED TO BE WRITING AHHHH
My brain wants to get up and write but my body wants to stay in bed
January 12, 2025 at 12:34 PM
My brain wants to get up and write but my body wants to stay in bed