I won’t come out
And light things up for you
I’m a new moon tonight
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Skin
The wind blows
And knocks me over
I see your skin
And I’m weak I’m weak I’m weak
The Revolution
One day I’ll look back on this
As a small fleck of time
And see it as
The big revolution of my soul
Our Relationship With Death
I found out this morning that some one I have known since I was a little girl has passed away. I remember going to her house. I remember her at parties that my parents took me along to. I remember her at the office everyday when I was working for my dad. I remember when I found out that she was diagnosed with lung cancer. And I will remember, today, when I found out that she passed on.
Death reaches out and touches me more and more the older I get. My cousin passed away a month ago. My last relationship ended because he couldn’t deal with a death. Last year, a woman that I worked with, who I used to see everyday, had a heart attack in her sleep. My friend from high school overdosed. Relationships die. Friendships die. Periods of our life die.
I know that I am sensitive, but I cry in the face of death. The tears come from love. They come from knowing that I will never get to be with this person or have this same experience twice. I cried when my yoga teacher training was over. The community that we had built broke itself away and our time all together was finished. Our teacher told us not to cry. Everything changes. People come and go like stars and butterflies and seasons and weather.Read More
Life of a Poet
The way musicians can see rhythm
And painters can feel colors
The thoughts I have just before bed
They are poems in my head
Red Zone
It’s difficult to peel my skin from yours
To keep my words to myself
And contain my heart like a balloon
Because as I expose myself to love
It’s known that
Equally pain will come
I know what I want
But I see how dangerous it is
Spring
Flowers are coloring themselves in
And the wind is blowing love songs through my hair
I’m free
My heart exposed
I lost you
But I’m falling in love with myself
Empty Spaces
I wake up with the sunrise
And fall asleep to the rain
I’ve started taking naps again
And showering alone
Yet all I have left
Are these thoughts
That I turn into poems
How Your Mind Is Like A House
Your mind is a place full of thoughts. Your consciousness controls the weight of each thought and has the power to change them. But can it control which thoughts are produced? There are many factors: your subconscious, patterns and behaviors you learned in childhood, your traumas, your experiences, the outside world, drugs, and alcohol. Life comes at you in good and bad ways and your mind processes it and stores it.
If you were wronged, it is not your fault. But it is your responsibility to deal with it.
If your mind is like a house then all your negative experiences are like clutter. It is easy to have the clutter and shove it in a corner. It is easy to ignore the clutter by leaving your house. When you are working, involved in an activity or hanging out with friends, you leave your house. You leave the inside of your mind and focus on your outside experience. When you drink, smoke, or do drugs, you escape your mind as well.
The less time you spend inside your mind, the more the clutter builds. The more the clutter builds, the more you feel like you need to escape it. Mess is uncomfortable. It is not pleasant to be inside a dirty house with trash, dirt, and things thrown around. You don’t want to be there. When you see the mess, it is overwhelming. Where do I start? Just like when your real house or your room is messy, you rather ignore it than spend the time organizing and doing laundry.
How to be a Tourist in Srinagar
W H A T ‘ S I T L I K E ? –
Srinagar is a bustling yet laid back city in Northern India. I understood the locals to be friendly, hospitable, and open. They understand the earning potential of tourism, so visitors are treated with respect and kindness in hopes that positive word will spread to other travelers.
The city is made of cement and metal with Dal Lake as the centerpiece. There is constant beeping and driving commotion. Men and women are typically dressed in traditional loose-fitting kaftans and pants. Most locals are Muslim. Some women may be seen draped from head, including veils over the eyes, to ankles in black shawls. There are also women who expose their hair, but legs and shoulders are always concealed with loose-fitting clothing.
Within the city, men can be found going about their business. Women primarily stay inside the house cooking, taking care of the young ones, and ensuring the household runs efficiently. Still, some women were seen roaming the streets alone. Locals remain close to their traditions and, as a result, creates an authenticity, free from the corruption of other over-saturated touristic cities in India.