Manifesto Of The Phoenix...

Audacity,
Faith,
Hope,
Temerity,
Belief.

To have any of these things anymore would make me not just Naive, but a Criminal.

Color me Defiant, and cunning.

The problem is not that I'm naive, it's that you don't know I'm faking it.

For just so many countless seconds you made me feel whole, then kept on going and left me in the dust...

I kept believing... I keep hoping for a better future like I'd learned nothing Nothing at all. and all that's left of me is these ashes.

And yet still, I love like I've never been broken

The windows are smashes
the doors broken in
the storms come and I rebuilt and countless more have torn it all apart again
Because I have everything I've ever wanted but I can't keep it... and it always slips through my fingers.

So I find a way, through the waste land. I find a way to make so much money it would make you cry and make your pulse rush.

But WHAT IS CONFIDENCE?
is it what you think it is or it's it the courage to act without regard to the fear of pain  in spite of EVERYTHING?

because  am hugging that line.
I am REBIRTHED in DEFIANCE.
There remains hope.... and HOPE? Hope is ALL I AM.




ManifestoOfThePhoenix ManifestoOfThePhoenix
31-35, M
Jan 12, 2013