Phoenix feathers and stardust

The inner thoughts of a closet firecracker.

Poetry I have written is unapologetically NSFW. And protected by copyright.

Images have been found on the Internet and are not mine, contact me if they are yours and you wish them removed.

Contact me at phenix [dot] noire1 at gmail [dot] com

Consider my body a canvas,
your tongue a brush.
You know how I feel about
blank pages,
open spaces.

Emptiness is there for you to fill it.

You have a lot of
catching up
to do.

"Body Paint" Trista Mateer (via tristamateer)

(via touchmeslowly)

I only want to hold you this way: a bundle of wild orchids
broken at the wet seam of memory & manna.

—Yusef Komunyakaa (“Canticle”)

(Source: bodywithoutorgans, via quietobservation)

My story isn’t sweet and harmonious like invented stories. It tastes of folly and bewilderment, of madness and dream, like the life of all people who no longer want to lie to themselves.

—Hermann Hesse  (via iloverainandcoffee)

(Source:, via iamallastonishment)