Lost
A lonely girl diary- A poetry collection
I see you standing there...
Watching me
You undress me with your eyes...
Desire
Consumes you as you draw closer...
Lust
Fills your gaze as it pierces into the essence of my being...
Need
Pressing between my thighs...
Passion
Overwhelms me because of your yearning gaze...
Hope
Resonates into my essence...
Yearning
Fills the space between us as our bodies meld into one...
Harmony
As you fill me up inside, I take you freely...
Want
Is what you show me at this moment...
Fire
Fills me from the inside, you explode within me...
Release
Is what we feel as our passions reach their peak...
Regret
This shouldn't have happened...
Denial
Because I'm not falling for you...
Sorrow
Because I realize that I am...
Lost
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Jennifer S. Benson
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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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