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Life after Death
Saturday, 4 October 2003
What is PHYE, Who is Phye
It's the thin line between Triumph n failure, a place where you're niether here nor there, your somewhat on the verge of life and death. It's the Phoenix, dying and ressurecting all over again. It's the emptyness you feel when you are hurting inside, and the fullfillment you get when you are happy. Phye is the endurance of the struggles of life, love, the whole damn thing. It's an encore, over and over again. A labrynth within itself. Ever changing, everlasting truth. Phye is dignity, empathy, raw adn untapped passion, intuitive, curious, benevolent, and true only to herself and those she trusts. Phye is a Pariah having no real home, outcasted socially, a gypsy in her heart, looking for that 'home'. An anarkist, believing each soul should govern themselve and no other. She is the anchor holding together her life as best she can, without sinking. She holds all the other personalitys of her host together with tender words and compromise. She is an Analysis, breaking apart anything adn everything into its elements or component parts. The moral and amoral backbone of her hostess. She is like the Irredesent-Indigo, One momment she seems this way, but from another angle you see another side of her.
Perpetuously, she searches for her own peace, she feels she both deserves adn doesnt deserve for her actions were all in vain, she feels at a loss all the time, never once at peace, except for those few momments her host lets her out to see the world around her. She spends most of her daze, inside, wanting so bad to come out, to be her own essence, to live and create with complete control of herself and ideas. Poor Phye...I wish I could set you free...I sooo wish I could let you go so you can exsperience life for yourself and not thru my eyes. My dearest Phye, how I love and envy your free spirit, how I wish I could let you free. My body; your cage, my mind; your passifyer. Please forgive me Phye, I've failed you my dearest sister adn friend, my Queen, my love, my life, my heart and soul, my childe, my mother, my everything. You are me and I am you, Bond together in this crude adn wrekless mass called body. My soul...My essence, My captain, O captain. You rule me!!
It's on some deep shit, 4 real, not many know why or how she came to be, they just know she's there.

Posted by hero/less_than_zero at 2:42 PM EDT
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Sunday, 12 October 2003 - 10:50 PM EDT

Name: Craig

Phye is Niki and Niki is Nichole. Niki is Phye and Nichole is Niki. And *I* love them all. I see them together as one person, not as separate individuals, but as a single entity. True to her emotions, nurturing as a mother, resilient in the face of hardship, free spirited in life and love, grounded in reality, and blowing with the winds of fantasy all at the same time. *This* is the Niki/Phye/Nichole that I have grown to know, love, and understand.

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