Nothing last forever
No matter how hard we try...
Nothing last forever
Standing here alone in fear
Wondering what will happen when you're no longer here
Things are falling apart
Crumbling at my feet
Nothing last forever
I never know where I'll be
Going to miss you when you go
Not sure what will come
Things all up in the air
I'm scared out of my underwear
Nothing last forever
You still need to try and prepare
Whatever you may face will come out of nowhere
Never prepared for the long haul
You can't always know why
Nothing last forever
Even when you try
We always want to be prepared but the reality of life is you can't always be prepared for everything. You will experience the unexpected and the unknown. From experience in heartbreak to health issues, I experienced it first hand. It can be a difficult struggle but you will get through it. You are strong. Know the nothing last forever no matter how hard we try to plan for it.
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MICHELLE SMITH
Be the inspiration you want others to see. I just want to inspire others through poetry. We all need a bit of positivity and to know that there are others going through similar situations.
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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 Angeli6 days ago in Poets
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