Hi everyone,
Welcome to 365 Days of Poetry & Honesty! It's been a while & I thought I’d have a lot to say for this introduction but in this moment I have no words left in me. Only that I hope you like the poetry & that this season of Spring is kind to you!
Monday
it has to. spring has to come. i’m tired.
Tuesday
i think i read too much into decreation but i’ve settled on the fact that to get to that place of sublimity, to reach God in that way where I give back my ‘I’ you have to be dead. & i’m currently content with my beating heart & all my sins of the flesh.
Wednesday
it hurts sometimes, this city. we’re all falling apart & becoming ghosts of our former selves, well maybe i’m speaking for myself, i don't know, i’m just angry at the government
Thursday
the urgency of lust, if you wanted, i’d do anything
Friday
in this poem it is raining in spring & all my mustard seeds are blossoming blossoming blooming it’s okay to hope i am no longer afraid
Saturday
we all have a sad self & this poem happened because I read ‘My Sad Self’ by Allen Ginsberg and just that title itself affirmed that I’m not that my thoughts !
Sunday
sunday is spun from threads of poems by ANNA "SWIR" SWIRSZCZYNSKA, DIANE SEUSS & ALLEN GINSBERG
“why live if one can burn ? Violent feelings are good. & i am something like my own sinkhole, like a heroic fool impaled on desire i am lusting for the man that will ruin me. let's not dress it up as beauty.”
Thank you for reading this week’s newsletter 💌
With love,
Phoenix
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Love this, thank you!