Angry
The mean in me
I'm angry all the time
Even when my smile is real it simmers just below the surface
There is a rage I never address
It burns in the pit of my stomach like hot coal
I take it out on you
I take it out on me
I take it out on us
You don't deserve to live this way
I don't want to live this way
It takes a toll on our love
On our friendship
On our life together
The fire from this anger started small
It burned my hand
It scorched our hearts
And then became a raging forest fire
As it dies out and I survey the wreckage
And catalog the loss
I realize how I wrecked us
And wonder what will grow here next
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Natalie Felix
I am an old soul with many stories in my head...from many lifetimes. Some are true. Some less so.
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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:
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