Why now?
I just want to be enough to someone
Am I enough?
My whole life no one shows up, when they do it’s because they need something.
But they never show up when I need them- I must not be enough
Why am I only enough out of convenience? When it matters the most to you
I'm only enough for the dog…. Seems to be the only one who shows up every time
Why can't I be enough for you? You complain that I've changed and drifted away and moving on
You're just saying this because I'm slowly seeing my worth and seeing through your bullshit
You just want me low enough so I can't see what it is you're doing to me
You're just upset that I am enough for me and if it's just me and the dog on this path that is okay.
Why does that matter to you though? You never cared enough before when I was desperate enough to just take what you gave- which is basically a fake ass smile with some bullshit
Why are you showing up now?
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Jen Phillips
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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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You're just saying this because I'm slowly seeing my worth and seeing through your bullshit That line was so powerful! Loved your poem!