you said
enjoy your life
but i think you meant
fuck you.
i couldn’t be your happy ever after
and i will enjoy my life
being the woman
you can never have
because your insecurity
didn’t think you could.
i will drink my coffee in the morning
black, like ever day
and drown my longing for you
in the waves of the ocean
and the stars in the sky
so i can never find it.
i am not a fantasy.
i am human and broken
and you cut your hands
on my edges
like i knew you would.
i will read my books
and listen to the rain
and light burned candles
just like you told me to.
i just hope you believe in yourself one day
like i did.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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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 Angeli3 days ago in Poets
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That's 3 out of 3. You have a new subscriber.
This is really beautiful. I'm happy to have discovered your poetry!
Wow, That was a Strong piece ❤️😉💯📝👍❗ Great job