I have so many questions
A Lonely Girl Diaries Poetry Collection
Who am I?
How did I get here?
Where was I going?
Why am I lost?
What?
Did you hear that?
Was it something I said?
What did you mean?
Why did you say it?
Who's broken?
When did this happen?
Was it when he took me without my consent?
Did I grant him permission?
Why are you standing there staring at me?
Why am I naked?
What's happening?
Who's touching me?
Are there cameras here?
Why are you filming me?
What did I do wrong?
Who's doing this to me?
Why are you saying this is my fault?
What punishment?
I, asked for this?
I, wanted this?
When did I say I wanted this?
I didn't say no?
What do you mean?
Stop, why are you hurting me?
Where did the lights go?
Who's that behind me?
What are you holding in your hand?
Why am I bleeding?
How is it getting even darker?
Can I wake up now?
Can you let me go?
What do you mean when you say that?
It's not goodbye, is it?
Where are the lights?
Why are my eyes closing?
Where am I going?
Where....am...I?
About the Creator
Jennifer S. Benson
Jennifer is both a fiction author and mindset coach. Her newest series, The Brink of Sanity takes you on a paranormal journey into the unknown and the terrifying. Do you think you are brave enough?https://www.udemy.com/user/jenniferbenson/
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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 Angeli2 days ago in Poets
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