We burn,
against the storms,
against the winds,
against everything inside,
we look out the windows,
the grass is always greener next door,
the early bird doesn’t always get the worm,
one bite two steps shy,
too much dying to be alive,
yet there’s an ocean to sink in,
a sky to fly high,
and a love worth thousand more miles..
phoenixes
- Niuni Piyapthi
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Recent Poems
alive
April 24, 2026
i’m a haunted house where the echoes of past laughs ring faintly through corridors… paint
evanesce
March 11, 2026
liminal haze of waking up,to a white walled,cob-webbed coffin,erasing life off too quickly,yesterday forgotten like,history
living alone::
February 16, 2026
blinding sun and choking air,smoking nights in a longing lair,holed up naked or walking down
living alone:
February 11, 2026
rub the soap till it’s petal thin, water in shampoo to keep it swell, same
she and i we,
January 28, 2026
part of this dark i am,she weeps beside meno sound no water,a disoriented beat,with only
