Auckland Poetry

hello you,
as my eyes burn to a red dust
my chest swallows whole
as you take my breath away
again

morning,
as my lungs explode
breathless and withered
its your voice that keeps me alive
once again

goodnight,
your nowhere to be seen
just a memory replying the days with you
and still you’ve become a part of me
no not again

get away,
before its an obsession
my hand in yours isn’t a symbol
its a life i want to live.

how do you make me feel the way i do?
and it just so happens to be the way i want it to be

Work Of Jeff Wong “Phoenix theory”

here i am between the great white walls,
where i stand alone again,
stained in red still not dead,
nor am i sold to the devil found inside of me,
its getting cold, now i have found a destiny.

blacking out, I’m not backing down
and still the demon’s talking to me.

“theres no reason here,
give your life up to me,
she is gone not yours to have,
so give it up, your all alone”

i understand your point of view,
but is there another way?

“I am your demon!
I am your reason!
I’ll be closer to god than you’ll ever be.”

No,
I’ll live today and see the morning light,
I’ll follow the night to see the world ahead of me,
Get back in, as i clean the walls again.

Work Of Jeff Wong “PhoenixTheory”