Mirror by Sylvia Plath

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

I am silver and exact
I have no preconceptions
Whatever I see, I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike
I am not cruel, only truthful –The eye of a little god, four-cornered
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall
It is pink, with speckles
I have looked at it so long
I think it is a part of my heart
But it flickers
Faces and darkness separate us over and over
Now I am a lake
A woman bends over me
Searching my reaches for what she really is
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands
I am important to her
She comes and goes
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.

Disgust

What have I become?
Something soft and really quite dumb.
Because I've fallen, oh,
Because I've fall-fallen, oh
Because I've fall-fall-fallen
So far away from the place where I started from.

Die Alone

I never thought I could love anyone but myself.
Now I know I can't love anyone but you.
You make me think that maybe I won't die alone.
Maybe I won't die alone.

Pip's Reflection

"So, throughout life, our worst weaknesses and meannesses are usually committed for the sake of the people whom we most despise."

The story of my life!

I am UNWRITTEN,
Can't read my mind
I'm undefined
I'm just beginning
The pen's in my hand
Ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words
That you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten, yeah

I break tradition
Sometimes my tries
Are outside the lines,
We've been conditioned
To not make mistakes
But I can't live that way

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words
That you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Farm Life

Tuesday, November 4, 2008







Truth in Kenny

When I’m a bullet shot out of a gun
When I’m a firecracker comin’ undone
When I’m a fugitive ready to run
All wild-eyed and crazy
No matter where my reckless soul takes me
YOU save me

Kenny Chesney

Lifeboat

"What we really need is somebody who loves us so much we don't worry about death, about our hair thinning, about other drivers pulling in front of us on the road, about whether people are poor or rich, good-looking or ugly, about whether we feel lonely or about whether or not we are wearing clothes. We need this; we need this so we can love other people purely and not for selfish gain, we need this so we can see everybody as equals, we need this so our relationships can be sincere, we need this so we can stop kicking ourselves around, we need this so we can lose all self-awareness and find ourselves for the first time, not by realizing some dreams, but by being told who we are by the only Being who has the authority to know, by that I mean the Creator."

Searching For God Knows What
Donald Miller

Incomplete

"Without you, within me, I can find no rest."

yesterday...tomorrow

"Today a new sun rises for me."