I thought I was a sad movie
Filled with self loathing
And surrounded by emptiness
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I thought you were a poem
One about brokenness and
Healing and a helping hand
Amid the blackened room
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We were a song
A song of reaching
And falling
And breaking
A song of trust
And carelessness
And betrayal
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The first notes were
Soft and steady and serene
The chorus was a dance
A dance of dares and darkness
And hearts so close I thought
Their beats might synch together
The outro was simple words with
Goodbyes woven between the lines
So finely I could not see them
The ending was fading music
Followed by months of
Silence
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I am a poem
Of tragedy and revival
Of planets colliding into
Dust and debris and
New worlds being
Made anew
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We are a song
One of regret
And unanswered questions
And glitching lines
And you –
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All you are is
A sob story
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If you enjoyed this poem, give ‘A Constellation of Light’ a read:
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A Flower Song
Apparently the Aztecs, Toltecs, Chichimecs and other Mexica were crazy about poetry. Despite the book-burning, slaughter, and epidemics that characterized the early stages of the Spanish conquest of the empires of Mexico, some hundreds of poems from the height of their tradition come down to us in Classical Nahuatl, preserved by Nahua and Spanish scholars of the 16th century. One of the most famous poets, Nezahualcoyotl, was a sage-king who opposed the cult of human sacrifice associated with Tezcatlipoca, God of the Smoking Mirror, and favored Quetzalcoatl, the Feathered Serpent. Flowers and feathers were the favorite offering of the Plumed Serpent. Moreover, flowers and feathers are a metaphor for poetry. Individual words, scattered petals, the down of tropical birds. The temples of blood sacrifice could be transformed into temples of flower and song. A sublimated offering to the Heart of Earth and the Heart of Sky encapsulated in the Classical Nahuatl kenning for poetry: in xōchitl in cuīcatl, meaning, "the flower and the song." The following poem is part of a longer work, and is in a state of flux, so take the waters as they flow:
By Rob Angeli5 days ago in Poets
Standing Still
There are very few moments in life where time truly stands still. When your breath is taken from your chest and your body hangs weightless in that moment. Just long enough for it to stay with you from that day onwards. Deep in the red sands of the Australian Outback, I found that moment and clung to it forever.
By Kevin McLaughlin5 days ago in Wander
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That was magnificent! I loved the way it progressed, what you were alone, what they were alone, the way the two of you became a song together. The comparisons were so great, and then it was sad in the end, but I felt with a glimmer of hope. Really amazing stuff!
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This was so emotional and relatable was well! Extremely beautifully written! I loved it!