Post by RisingPhoenix on Aug 17, 2013 20:26:39 GMT -5
Okay so I should be happy. Both my brothers are writers, one is humor columnist and one is a lyricist. They are so awesome that I am ashamed to say quite envious of them. Well my younger brother wanted to collaborate with me on one of his songs but I am no rapper. I had been known to freestyle in my younger days but I am an old gal now. Well not that old. My son feels that grandma and grandpa are old. But I am only...um...um 25...yeah and if you believe that one let me tell you another. So I just got off the phone with my brother and I found out that my lyrics were in fact good. I am very pleased by this. Can you imagine The Phoenix spitting fire..? Well I mean you probably can lol! I spits hot fire. Check out my attire..bought it at the Mall. Down the street from Falling Creek. And that's all your going to get out of me because that's not my area of expertise. Truth be told before I came to this site I thought the reason why my poetry/prose was any good was because my friends didn't want to hurt my feelings. And I still don't want to get a big head about anything. I should be happy really. I do have a boyfriend now and he is the sweetest evil thing. Yeah sweetest evil I didn't stutter. Now Omen may not like the half happy me but despite that fact that I am half happy I am still writing about hurt. "Soul Poetry", borrowed from my favorite artist Whitney MacEachern's "Soul Prints" (some of my poems were supposed to accompany her art) was really supposed to be from the soul. So is my soul dark? Because I am supposed to represent light. I am The Rising Phoenix not The Dark Phoenix. This man took me out paid for dinner for my I, my son, and my family. He even brought me a sweet A shirt. He put 25 dollars of gas in my car and is looking into purchasing me a car because I do not have one to take my kids around in for school or by groceries. These are things I am used to doing for myself and I have felt like I was no longer SuperMom because I couldn't make these things happen. I can't get used to the idea of a man doing anything for me anymore and the fear that things won't work out because of who I am and how I sabotage every opportunity I have in life prompted me to write the poem "The Saboteur". Please check it out and let me know what you think. I was named a Saboteur a long time ago. I didn't name myself this. I got tired of getting hurt to I ended things before they happened.
Thanks for reading
The Phoenix
Thanks for reading
The Phoenix
