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A Birch Tree's Confidence and The Weeping Willow's Lament

A BIRCH TREE'S CONFIDENCE

A young tree stands tall
Rooted to the woodland floor
Thinks itself immune
To all the struggles in store
As ignorant as a child

THE WEEPING WILLOW'S LAMENT

In the end, all trees
Must surrender to decay
Seep into the dirt
Shut their eyes and slip away
It’s a fate none can escape

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'Stay With Me'

It started off as an ordinary day
As most unpleasant days normally do
In fact, by the time the whole… incident happened
The whole day was just about through

It was a great blur for the most part
The impact threw us clear out of our car seats
My best friend, my soulmate Andy Willow
Accompanied me on those busy LA streets

Sure, I was hurt, but Andy was worse
I rushed away to use any phone I could find
They said “No, don’t leave! Please stay with me!”
I thought desperately, “Go back! Rewind!”

To my utter shock and surprise, it did
Woke up to the sight of my calendar on the very same date
It had only taken me a few reruns to realize
I might have control over Andy’s fate

I tried all the oldest and newest tricks in the book
Must’ve been stuck on that one day for a lifetime
Did every single thing in my power and then some
Some attempts had no reason or rhyme

Tried to change little things, like the way that I speak
No luck, “Go back! Rewind!”
Tried to avoid that particular street
Zero change. “Go back! Rewind!”

Tried to steer clear from cars entirely
There would always be another fatal occurrence, “Go back. Rewind.”
“But their last wish was for me to stay with them!”
It didn’t matter in the end, “Go back. Rewind.”

It was on what I now know as my last rerun
I finally let Andy finish speaking
And little did I know I’d been cutting them off
When they had the way out I’d been seeking

I thought it would be evil, I thought I’d be cowardly
I thought I’d be selfish if I left them behind
Their real last wish: “Before I go, promise me
That your life won’t end with mine.”

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Time- A Brief Introduction and One of the Few True Infinities

TIME: A BRIEF INTRORDUCTION

Time
Limited, limitless
Running, crawling, strolling
Contradictory as a paradox
Forward

ONE OF THE FEW TRUE INFINITIES

Eternity
Past, future
Flowing, unfolding, echoing
With us every day
Always

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Saturday Morning

I awoke to the sound of rustling leaves
As the wind murmured its sweet nothings
My window was a canvas of silhouetted trees
And the liquid gold only sunlight brings

The air in my room was warm and still
It coated my throat like dense honey
I breathed in deep ‘til my lungs were filled
With a heaviness so heavenly

If ever the globe has slowed to a halt
It was surely in that sweet moment
When my conscience was unburdened by failure and fault
Raging thoughts rendered blissfully silent

Permitted, for once, to lay myself aside
Neatly on my worn pillow and bedsheets
The core of the earth pulsing, I find
In tandem with my languid heartbeats

I am reminded that, however separate I may feel
From this vast, sprawling universe, my dazzling abode
I’m just the world reminding itself that it’s real
Tasting itself, reading its own code

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I Am Imperfect

I am imperfect
I think that it’s impossible to be anything but, and yet
I long to be humanity’s one spectacular exception
I wish that my subconscious would listen to reason… it tells me

I am deceptive
I feel that I am living a double life
I dream of and dread the day that people truly see me
I wish they were aware of the ocean of sins I carry

I am conflicted
I believe that if I’m perceived, they will be disgusted, worse, disappointed
I dream of finally bellowing out this polluted river in my lungs
Of being held and comforted in my filth without a second’s hesitation

Yet I know that I am lovable
I know my loved ones would do exactly what I’ve been dreaming
I know, deep down, that what I’m truly afraid of
Is seeing myself in all of my depravity, and knowing that I’m undeserving

I am imperfect

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Why Have You Forsaken Me?

Hello? Can you hear me?
I feel like I’ve been shouting my sorrows at nothing at all
Are you ignoring me? Are you even real?
Why have you forsaken me?

I say it while I shake an angry fist at the sky
I sob it desperately in the darkest of nights
Why have you gone and left me to my own devices?
Why have you forsaken me?

You try to tell me, “I am here! Sweet child, I never left!
If only you would look to me, lean on me!”
But the plea falls on deaf ears, always does
I turn my head to you and my eyes are blind

Your outstretched hand that cradles my cheek
Is not felt by my atrophied skin, cold and numb
Because who could ever salvage this body of broken bones?
Who could ever love this vessel of a dead soul?