I used to create art
Abstract art where lines pirouette through my arms
My thighs
Unwilling to end, but oh so easy to begin
I didn't like this art, Never did
At all times I didn't think
How this would affect my near future self
Now I'm waiting for the moment when my kids ask
"What's on your arms?"
Abstract art where lines pirouette through my arms
Scarred they are, oh I'm scarred too
My long sleeves I used to wear
Won't change the future
My art will always still be apart of me~
But it's beautiful, it always was
There was no need to wear any long sleeves before.
About the Creator
Kodah
- Storyteller, Love/Romance, Poetry, Dark, Mental health, Psychological, Surreal, Nature, Mythical
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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 xลchitl in cuฤซcatl, 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 Angeli4 days ago in Poets
Comments (13)
Brilliantly penned and loved it!!!๐โค๏ธโค๏ธ
Some very strong lines here. Very beautiful poem Kodah๐
There's a stark emptiness to this that is haunting in a very similar way to cutting. I've had lots of kids ask about my own scars and surprisingly it's never as world-ending as I expect. Remarkable bravery posting this, stay healthy.
Very poignant, great work!
Gosh, this was painful to read and such a brave and authentic poem. I love the line: Abstract art where lines pirouette through my arms... So well written Kodah. Wishing you all the very best.
Wonderful poem
Wonderfully written! Nice work Kodah!
Lovely work! Well done ๐
I had the strong urge to cut again today. But I'm clean for 3 years now. I'm trying my best not to relapse. Like you said, it's so easy to begin and it's soooo addictive. Okay enough about me, let's go back to you. Are you okay? ๐ฅบ
There's a story to tell them, a strong one, which perhaps you can tell yourself, too.
Ooh, hard to hide and harder not to.๐ฉท
Great work! Very well written!
It takes courage and imagination to shed those long sleeves, Kodah; nicely done!