Author: tl

nothing stays the same

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nothing stays the same. 
everything changes with the wind
and i am caught between the branches
of a tree that stands
rooted in the sand. 
is there something more?
cause in the sun it’s easy to adore
the creases of the moon
enchanted
hidden in your eyes
was the depths of the skies. 

- song

a song was born today

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life in color 
i feel better 
here 
in the heart of it all 
here 
where the waters fall. 

far away from here 
i can only hear 
the sounds
of the humming breeze 
that bring 
me to my knees.

(added aug 14th) 
and this is where i come from
and this is where i am supposed to be 
right now 
without a doubt

Plath’s fig tree

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Sylvia Plath: “I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America,and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn’t quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”

I have been finding myself under Plath’s fig tree lately… and it scares me.
The myriad of options; there are so many paths that I could be taking, sights that I could be seeing, people that I could be meeting, things that I could be doing. All the while I am not doing anything but thinking about what could be or what could have been.

There are billions, if not, trillions of figs before me. Yes. But I need to manage my feelings of anxiety somehow. Maybe by trusting that the ones that I do pick will lead me to the paths, sights, sounds, people, and experiences that are “right” for me.

-TL

 

 

it’s been a year

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it's been a year
since i first 
opened the doors 
to my home to you. 

you stepped into the kitchen 
took off your coat 
kissed my hands and feet 
and prepared for the feast. 
you ate my bread and drank my wine. 
held my golden cup to your lips 
with (what i thought were) kind eyes 
and wondered 
how you had ever 
become my guest. 

never would i have guessed 
that a year later
you would make me feel 
like nothing more than 
an old forgotten
address. 

you didn't have to act 
like i was a total stranger. 
you've "moved on" 
that's nothing major. 
i just wanted to be friends with you. 
but now i'll have to shut my doors
and lock them too.