My Perfect

My Perfect

Where is my perfect man?

Where is that perfect man who isn’t too tall, too outdoorsy, or too whiny?

Where is that perfect man of sculpted muscle who oddly prefers to stay home?

Where is that perfect man who craves and enjoys a rear window but isn’t overly obsessed?

Am I maybe looking in the wrong place? Could my perfect person be a woman?

Yet, how could they be my perfect person if they do not possess a cock? Dildos do not feel the same. There would be no biofeedback about how she was feeling her strap-on. Yet would that matter if her fingers were deft, her lips were soft, and her heart mine to traverse?

Where is that perfect person who will worship me, find me beautiful, constantly drink in the sight of me, and yet not love me (only) for my appearance?

Where is my perfect person who will stretch my boundaries, make me grow, and yet not leave me wounded or anxious?

Where is that perfect person who speaks touch, knows the power of their fingers, and knows the difference between a caress and a stroke? Where is that perfect, embodied person who yet possesses focus, intellect, and subtle nuance?

Where is that perfect mind that can listen deeply, understand profoundly, elaborate satisfactorily, and yet also have their own divine inspirations which captivate and pull at the limits of my capacity for gnosis?

Where is that perfect person who I would love to the brink of a black hole? Someone who is deeply grounded in curated values and strong integrity. Someone with whom mutual transparency comes naturally – without either of us thinking less of one another as a result.

Where is that perfect heart which can hold space like an empty container, yet express itself like an overflowing bowl of juicy grapes, exploding with flavor – both sweet and sour?

Where is my perfect mate who would feel complete even if we sit in total silence, appreciating all that we have shared together?

Where is that perfect person who can be all of themselves with all of me?

Where is my perfect match who would make me fall in love?

— Raederle Phoenix

September 20th 2026

Multiminded

 

Multiminded 

This morning I rose

with a hungry sort of energy.

I was ready for anything.

But before I could act,

I had two selves at the bat.

I’ve got to be the best;

I’ve got to move mountains

with my words.

I’ve got no time for rest;

I’ve got mountains to move.

I just want to play.

Let’s go outside today;

I like the rain.

Let’s eat something new,

I’m tired of the same.

This morning I lay

around, feeling tired today.

I’m not ready for anything.

But before I could nap,

I had two selves at the bat.

I’ve got to be the best;

I’ve got to make a masterpiece

with my hands.

I’ve got no time for rest;

My fame will be my peace.

I just want to play.

Let’s play a game today;

I like the trees.

Let’s hear something new,

And take our ease.

Somehow,

Someway,

I’ve got to face this day.

Somehow,

Someway,

I’ll find a way.

Somehow,

Someway,

I’m going to be okay.

Somehow,

Someway,

I’ll be both today.

I’ve got to be the best; 

At being both.

I just want to play

And move mountains 

today.

I just want to play

And move mountains 

today.

— Raederle Phoenix

September 2nd 2026

 

Sunny Side Up

My heart is like an egg.

You cracked it open,

and I thought it was broken,

but I was destined to land

sunny-side-up.

Sunny side up.

Sunny side up.

Sunny side up.

I was destined to land

sunny-side-up.

My armor is cast iron,

And my humor is dead pan.

It’s okay if you don’t like me;

I’m my own biggest fan.

My heart is like an egg.

You beat it into bubbles,

and I thought it was rubble,

but I was destined to land

sunny-side-up.

Sunny side up.

Sunny side up.

Sunny side up.

I was destined to land

sunny-side-up.

— Raederle Phoenix

August 22nd 2026, 2:00pm

 

Final Cut

I’ll be damned if I stop fighting 

I’m fighting for me 

I’ll be damned if I stop crying

My tears set me free

I wanted to make you mine 

They’re right when they say love is blind 

Even when you didn’t want to define 

I still didn’t take it as a sign

I’ll cut you out 

Before you cut me off 

Taking the scissors to my life

I’m done playing your wife

I wanted to make you see

I gave you every part of me 

Even when you didn’t open up

I still thought we were meant to be

Don’t try to edit the past 

and tell me it wasn’t real 

Even though it didn’t last 

I still know what I feel

I’ll cut you out 

Before you cut me off 

Taking the scissors to my life

I’ll never be your wife

I’m moving out

I’m moving on

I’m going out

I’m going off

I’m coming out

I’m coming up

I’m crying out

I’m lighting up

I will never stop fighting 

I’m fighting for me 

I will never stop writing 

I’ve scripted you out, you see

I will never stop

I’m writing for me

In the new plot,

I’m all of me

— Raederle

August 22nd 2026, 9:00am

Original Draft: September 2nd 2025

Hard Things

Hard Things

Talking to you is hard.

That’s why I do it all the time.

When you pick me apart,

I know exactly what’s mine.

I can do hard things.

I open my arms,

I open my eyes,

I open my heart.

I can do hard things.

I take your hand,

I look into your eyes,

I let you break my heart.

Talking to you is hard.

That’s why I do it all the time.

When you pick me apart,

I know exactly what’s mine.

I can do hard things.

I turn back to you.

I return after falling.

I tell you the truth.

I can do hard things.

I can do hard things.

I can do hard things.

Talking to you is hard.

That’s why I do it all the time.

When you pick me apart,

I know exactly what’s mine.

I know what’s mine.

– Raederle Phoenix

Author, Artist, Triumphant Heart

July 26th 2026

There’s Always More

 

There’s Always More

[Verse 1]

There’s always more to know,

So I’m going off-road;

I’m chasing rainbows.

[Chorus]

I’m the author of my story,

Nobody can live it for me.

I’m the only one who knows my heart,

I’m the only one who can play my part.

[Verse 2]

There’s always more to dream,

So I’m taking out the seams,

An old mess, a new dress, and I confess,

Despite all, 

I’ve been blessed.

[Half-Chorus]

[Bridge]

I’m the one choosing each word, each letter,

You’ll find out this way is better.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

It’s time to try my wings,

I’ll see what life brings,

Because there’s always more to know,

So I’m going off-road;

I’m chasing rainbows.

— Raederle Phoenix

Author, Artist, Dreamer

June 22nd 2026

Viol

 

Viol

[Chorus 1]

Play this violin

Pluck with care

Use your bow

if you dare

[Verse 1]

These spruce and maple curves

Hold magic in hollow reserves

Empty space becomes the sound

Play these strings round and round

[Chorus 2]

I’m this violin

Pluck with care

Use your bow

if you dare

[Verse 2]

Strings pulled tight;

they ache to sing.

Tension tells truth,

in everything.

Draw your bow, 

take steady aim.

Strokes fly as arrows,

These notes . . . won’t be tamed.

[Chorus 1 & 2]

[Bridge x 2]

Intensify her vibration

Personify pure violation

[Chorus 2]

[Interlude]

This violin needs violence.

So violate . . . this violin.

[Verse 3]

I’ll sing for violence.

I’m your violin.

These strings need violence.

So violate . . . this violin.

[Aside]

Come and pluck this string;

Make the empty hollow sing.

[Verse 4]

Caress these strings.

Your bow brings

Tension and release.

Play these strings.

[Outro: Chorus + Interlude]

– Raederle

Author & Artist

July 13th 2025