Hunched over a sink or a towel on a bed.
Hunched over on a couch as the glow consumes your face.
Laying on a couch while you thumb the tip.
Laying on a couch while you swipe and type.
Instant joy as endorphins rush.
The same rush when something gets a thousand likes.
The same amount of effort to get the same amount of joy.
Joy that only lasts less than the previous time.
They both keep me awake at night.
A joy that isn’t real anymore.
I always go back, thinking it will be just as good.
A less than lethal high to chase.
That is, until the joy never comes.
And all that’s left is emptiness, shame, and fear.
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Julian Hayden
I write for fun so I can become a better writer. My focus is the writing of dramatic stories in whatever genres interest me. My goal is to someday have a published work of fiction that can be bought at a bookstore near you. Follow the THIS.
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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 Angeli4 days ago in Poets
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