tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32140146360379717272024-02-20T03:27:25.357-08:00The Poetic Heartstrings of a BlondeMegshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757873425577976661noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214014636037971727.post-13425900760288830822009-07-19T20:12:00.000-07:002009-07-19T20:15:39.198-07:00Poetry Heartspill # 17My heart pounds<br />memories infiltrate my mind<br />I just don't want to go there<br />Why do you make me?<br /><br />I try<br />I try<br />I try<br />Why is this so hard<br /><br />I have hit my road block<br />I need to jump this hurtle<br /><br />I run<br />but cannot leap<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">the blonde one</span>Megshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757873425577976661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214014636037971727.post-62279586296240880942009-06-24T18:05:00.000-07:002009-06-24T18:09:37.817-07:00Poetry Heartspill # 16My tree<br /><br />gazing upward<br />I grasp a fistful<br />of leaves to examine<br /><br />Some weathered<br />some cracked<br />dark green<br />light green<br /><br />but a few dead<br /><br />in confusion <br />I wander the tree<br />looking<br /><br />more. dead. leaves.<br /><br />not enough for<br />a pedestrian to <br />notice<br /><br />but for me<br />that loves the tree<br />these few<br />dead<br />leaves shock me<br />to the core<br /><br />I start to<br />feverishly<br />dig around the trunk<br /><br />"the roots<br />the roots"<br /><br />I exclaim<br /><br />I know where the answer<br />will begin to show itself<br /><br />I tire quickly<br />keep digging<br /><br />my hands ache<br />scratched<br />bleeding <br />torn<br /><br />this process<br />takes longer then<br />imagined<br /><br />but I know I cannot tarry<br />cannot stop<br /><br />i must get to the roots!<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">the blonde one</span>Megshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757873425577976661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214014636037971727.post-53993472164238997492009-06-15T22:46:00.000-07:002009-06-15T22:48:36.766-07:00Lyrical Love # 3My song of joy and hope :)<br /><br />When my heart is leery <br />of another day<br />and my eyes would <br />just like to close<br />When my breath becomes<br />softer still<br /><br />You lead me here<br />Right to the cross<br />And at this moment<br />My world is at loss<br /><br />You hold me tightly<br />Infuse me love<br /><br />Your overwhelming love<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">the blonde one</span>Megshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757873425577976661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214014636037971727.post-45615637837951518912009-06-14T16:56:00.000-07:002009-06-14T16:58:56.483-07:00Poetry Heartspill # 15Where have I gone<br />I'm lost<br />Wandering in the darkness<br />Grasping for light<br /><br />Trying not to sever<br />the only ties to hope I have<br /><br />Smiling, broadly, painfully<br />wanting someone to look past<br />the darkness inside<br />See more<br />See ME<br /><br />My daily struggle is to fight<br />not give up<br /><br />So please<br />don't give up on me<br /><br />I'm already broken enough<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">the blonde one</span>Megshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757873425577976661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214014636037971727.post-42220285417389412132009-05-12T19:15:00.000-07:002009-05-12T19:16:13.363-07:00Poetry Heartspill # 14Too Much For a Five Year Old<br /><br />Silly Syllables<br />That have no meaning<br />That have no truth<br /> Silence me<br /><br />Dim-witted Doctor<br />Just a tonsillectomy<br />Hateful Teacher<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">She’ll never get anywhere in life</span><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Thanks a lot.</span><br /><br />Hurting Harmonies<br />That change life<br />That change normal <br /> Silence me<br /><br />Torment Anger Frustration<br />Slow down<br />Say it again.<br />What?<br />Never mind.<br /><br /><br />Frivolous Phrases<br />That always haunt<br />That always stay<br /> <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">the blonde one</span>Megshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757873425577976661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214014636037971727.post-8998959349194103082009-04-10T00:41:00.000-07:002009-04-10T00:46:41.016-07:00Poetry Heartspill # 13I'm scared of <br />the words<br />my pen writes<br /><br />These can't be my thoughts<br />my desires<br />my reality<br /><br />Where the pen meets paper<br />it must be <br />of its own accord<br /><br />Freely loopy letters<br />phrases into<br />hurt anguish pain<br /><br />They lack my joy<br />peace love<br />I dare not claim them<br /><br />But as the tears bleed the ink<br />as the heart breaks on the page<br /><br />I breath a mournful sigh and sign<br />the name that does claim<br />these tormented words<br /><br /><em>the blonde one</em>Megshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757873425577976661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214014636037971727.post-4231041619645084122009-01-02T22:22:00.001-08:002009-01-02T22:22:41.713-08:00Poetry Heartspill # 12To a year gone by<br /><br />This is a year gone by<br />in an instant <br />a flash of motion emotion<br />love laughter hatred anger lust<br />joy<br /><br />To stop to ponder<br />to think of what occured <br />in the small time<br />hurts my heart <br />my head<br /><br />I can look back and see tears<br />of many different flavors<br />gleaming off of christmas lights<br />not yet taken down<br /><br />I can yearn to remember<br />faces, memories, <br />of ones that loved<br />and ones that hurt me<br /><br />This year was just another peice of the puzzle<br />of this life that I live<br /><br />To try to compatrmentalize it in a phrase<br />a word<br />a note<br />belittles what it gave me<br />what I learned from it<br /><br />I thank this year greatly <br />for the memories<br />that I saw being made <br />for the love that was shared<br /><br />I thank it for the pain,<br />the trials<br />the tears<br />shed with unhappy eyes<br /><br />for these things resemble growth<br /><br /><br />so with these words I say<br /><br />Thank you to my friends <br />to which you know who you are<br />for allowing me to share in your day of joy.<br /><br />Thank you to my friends<br />to which you know who you are<br />for memories of bonding and growth together<br /><br />Thank you to my friends<br />to which you know who you are<br />for always being on the other end of a phone call<br /><br />Thank you to my friends<br />to which you know who you are<br />for blessing me with your presence<br />for lifting me up out of my darkness<br />and shining some of your own God given light on me<br /><br />And thank you to my God who gave me these days<br />these friends, and these memories.<br /><br />And for today.<br />and this moment.<br /><br /><em>the blonde one</em>Megshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757873425577976661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214014636037971727.post-53514684380220768232008-12-20T12:40:00.000-08:002008-12-20T12:48:15.143-08:00Poetry Heartspill # 11Difference of Christmas<br /><br />Capturing Christmas in words <br />is like trying to hold a snowflake<br />long enough to describe it<br /><br />The heart, the love<br />that shines in the shadows of your breath<br />on a December night<br /><br />I've always wanted to paint a picture<br />to show people what Christmas<br />really<br />truly means to me<br /><br />My words are unworthy to be put on this page<br />the joy I feel<br />sitting with my coffee<br />on my Grandma's puzzle piece couch<br />hearing the laughter<br />the exuberance <br />of family<br /><br />Going outside as the last moments<br />of the joyous season slip away<br />wanting to hold it <br />tuck in my heart for a rainy day<br /><br />Every year promising I won't let the joy<br />fall through my fingers<br /><br />I beg you <br />hold the difference of Christmas<br />Peace, peace on earth<br /><br />Jesus loves all<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">the blonde one</span>Megshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757873425577976661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214014636037971727.post-85678975679078871052008-10-25T16:04:00.000-07:002008-10-25T16:07:29.080-07:00Poetry Heartspill #10emotional vomit<br /><br />did you even know?<br />you didn't did you...<br />what you had was amazing<br />love in the palm of your hand<br /><br />you tossed it, threw it aside<br />looked for something better<br /><br />"i see your true colors shining through"<br /><br />its amazing what a facade you put on<br />you are a used car salesman, talented at what you do<br /><br />and you wonder why you fall so much<br /><br />isn't it exhausting playing a role daily<br />never letting up<br /><br />well I know who you are<br />and what you are worth<br /><br />its sad that you don't<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">the blonde one</span>Megshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757873425577976661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214014636037971727.post-59911641755791666062008-10-25T14:49:00.000-07:002008-10-25T14:53:49.497-07:00Lyrical Love # 2expanded off of lyrical love # 1<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Remind Me To Live</span><br /><br />How do you write praise without emotion?<br />How can I make words mean what I do not feel<br /><br />Lord I don't know who I am right now<br /><br />Chorus:<br />In my empty moments <br />Reveal what I already know<br />My heart is full of you<br />In my times of anguish<br />Bring me to lean on you<br />Be my Reminder<br /><br />In the time before the sunrise<br />the light has yet to hit me<br />Not in the darkness nor the light<br /><br />Where do I go between joy and sorrow<br />What do I say when live ask how I am?<br /><br /><br />Lord I don't know who I am right now<br /><br />Chorus:<br />In my empty moments <br />Reveal what I already know<br />My heart is full of you<br />In my times of anguish<br />Bring me to lean on you<br />Be my Reminder<br /><br />Remind me to love,remind me to live<br />remind me to be who I already am<br />Remind me of hope remind me of grace<br />Remind me...<br />of you<br /><br />In my empty moments <br />Reveal what I already know<br />My heart is full of you<br /><br />Be my Reminder<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">the blonde one</span>Megshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757873425577976661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214014636037971727.post-4064977597134894852008-10-25T14:48:00.001-07:002008-10-25T14:48:58.505-07:00Poetry Heartspill # 9[fictional: the dark side of poetry]<br /><br /><br />Devoid & Full<br /><br />I woke up<br />without emotion<br />the passed evening<br />succesfully<br />washed down the drain<br />like left over pasta<br /><br />Not wanting to remember<br />I dig deeper<br />Searching<br />Scavenging<br /><br />You tricked me deviously<br /><br />She was on your arm<br />smiling like a 4 year old<br />on Christmas Morning<br />I cringed<br /><br />I can't look away<br />the scene photographed in my mind<br />pain enveloping my eyes<br />fire breathing up my spine<br /><br />I needed to yell to scream<br />Doing what I do best<br />Angerly Avoiding<br /><br />Wanting to speak<br />to utter your name<br />and then I saw it<br />glistening<br /><br />And it fit<br />haunting eerie<br />It was clear<br />like new contacts<br /><br />Calm Overcame<br /><br />Deja Vu'<br />I'd been there before<br />Doing what I do best<br /><br />Evoke, perform what I feel<br /><br />The curtain fell on my memories<br /><br />I woke up without emotion<br />but with blood on my hands<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">the blonde one</span>Megshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757873425577976661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214014636037971727.post-16539440135894458812008-10-16T18:06:00.000-07:002008-10-16T22:17:35.613-07:00Poetry Heartspill # 8a psalm of desperation<br /><br />my shoulders ache <br />and I am tired<br />down is an easier way<br />less struggle<br />less pain<br />the end will come quicker<br /><br />why am I here<br />here again with YOU<br />you led me astray<br />dangling deformed desires<br />along the way<br /><br />I infuse my soul with praise<br />trying to shake you off <br />my efforts are worthless<br />my breath comes quicker<br /><br />come help me OH MY GOD!<br /><br />save me<br /><br />save me from me<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">the blonde one</span>Megshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757873425577976661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214014636037971727.post-24588373601939223442008-10-10T13:43:00.000-07:002008-10-10T13:45:16.931-07:00Lyrical Love # 1Chorus of a song I'm writing that bares much repeating in my head.<br /><br />In my empty moments<br />Reveal what I already know<br />My heart is full of you<br />In my times of anguish<br />Bring me to lean on you.<br />Be my Reminder<br /><br /><em>the blonde one</em><br /><br />ps. www.myspace.com/meghanmrMegshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757873425577976661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214014636037971727.post-48078562697091469642008-10-08T21:55:00.000-07:002008-10-08T22:03:24.932-07:00Poetry Heartspill # 7It's absurd<br />so many emotions<br /><br />yet a single one cannot be matched<br />with a word, thought<br /><br />Can I even define you <br />what you mean?<br /><br />That anwser is no<br /><br />If it was possible<br />you would be deemed worthy<br /><br />My heart would not be cracked<br />I coould close the chapter<br /><br />Without the use of postscript<br />I could paint you with<br /> beautiful words<br /><br />but no<br />you stand there<br />Naked<br /><br />Undeserving of the praise I reaped<br />it's absurd really.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">the blonde one</span>Megshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757873425577976661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214014636037971727.post-91322682728261596802008-10-08T21:51:00.000-07:002008-10-08T21:55:40.339-07:00Poetry Heartspil # 6You, You, You<br />Be done, go away<br /><br />run from me<br />face the other direction<br />RUN<br /><br />I've freed you<br />deleted you<br />cleansed you from my mind<br /><br />It's your turn<br />Pain I'm letting go of<br />inscribed it differently<br /><br />This darkness is boring<br />I yearn for light<br />truth, love<br /><br />none of these you gave <br />for finders keepers<br />loser weepers?<br /><br />Be gone.<br />I'm over.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">the blonde one </span>Megshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757873425577976661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214014636037971727.post-82732345525266115742008-10-05T21:47:00.000-07:002008-10-05T21:50:23.273-07:00Poetry Heartspill # 5Faded pictures in my memories<br /><br />A scrapbook of emotions<br />Twirling around<br />Hanging on like the last<br />Precious moments of summer <br /><br />It was the time of Twelfth Night<br />You were almost gone<br />My mom’s dad<br />my Russian judge<br /><br />What was I to do?<br />Just pass out cookies<br />Like it was normal<br />Your children<br />Grieving someone not quite<br />dead<br /><br />I lost you on a Monday<br />“What did someone die?”<br />Foot in mouth<br /><br />You were closest to my heart<br />Sitting in your chair forever in my mind<br />I hold onto that<br />So I wrote a poem<br /> Love, meglyn<br /><br />My first grown-up loss<br />Was another<br />Those images fall away faster<br />But hurt the most<br /><br />An instant message from your brother<br />Abrupt <br />Unbelieving <br />I thought maybe I had dreamed it<br /><br />We had talked 3 days before <br />I yelled at you for not calling, scared you were sick<br /> You called me “Han”, said it would be alright.<br />We promised not to go to Starbucks until we were together<br /><br />We never did. <br />Instead my faith was<br />shaken to the core<br />My spirit shattered, heart<br />Broken<br /><br />I didn’t quite know what to do <br />Without you and I still don’t<br />But I hold on <br />To your hugs<br /><br />Two pictures slowly<br />Fall out of the focus of my heart<br />I hold on for dear life<br />You lost yours<br />But I don’t want to lose you.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"></span>the blonde oneMegshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757873425577976661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214014636037971727.post-80682779553693513042008-09-16T21:11:00.000-07:002008-09-16T21:17:30.316-07:00Poetry Heart Spill #4Childhood Fears<br /><br />I sat there<br />Shivering<br />A hard hospital bed<br />my front row seat<br />You came in<br />Smiling wickedly<br />A freakish face and balloon animals<br />Keeping me from true focus<br />In the middle of your office<br />A three ring circus<br />Here you did tricks<br />Mystifying me with what I did not know<br /><br />Terrified I huddled<br />Not wanting to switch roles<br />Whimpering<br />Softly<br />Having been many times before<br />I knew you would make me<br />Costume change<br />Mine a paper gown<br />Yours just two letters<br />In place of a red nose<br /><br />I covered my eyes<br />Tried to send myself to dreams<br />You had played a mean trick<br />It was like<br />A scary movie I tried to forget-<br />only to keep the nightmares away<br /><br />It's all your fault<br />I have fears<br /><br />With your face washed-<br />A bad man would stand centerring<br />No one believed me<br />(a child afraid of you?)<br />They wiped my tears with presents<br />A stuffed cat as protection<br /><br />I sat there<br />Shivering<br />Pleading silently<br /><br />I told them I've always hated clowns<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">the blonde one</span>Megshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757873425577976661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214014636037971727.post-1679899205127631752008-09-16T21:08:00.000-07:002008-09-16T21:11:15.752-07:00Poetry Heart Spill # 3bridge city<br /><br />music blares; mosquito bite wake up call<br />air already filled with the smell of sizzling meat<br />bright sun, blue skies fall on landscape<br />still covered in debris, trees<br /><br />lines of cars start at noon<br />open arms, engulfing hugs comfort<br />food runs out; we'll scavenge for more<br /><br />work ends when generators click off<br />tiredly talking, hearing stories of destruction<br /><br />a hurricane unites<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">the blonde one</span>Megshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757873425577976661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214014636037971727.post-42221500096403657242008-09-09T21:28:00.000-07:002008-09-09T21:34:04.064-07:00Poetry Heart Spill # 2Being Pulled<br />Can't Understand<br />Decipher<br />Grasp<br /><br />Why?<br /><br />Simpier times<br />Far-off<br />unreal<br />dreamlike<br /><br />Were they imagined?<br /><br />With age<br />blooms<br />beauty wisdom<br />quicksand?<br /><br />Being pulled<br />letting go while<br />holding on<br /><br />Neccesity.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">the blonde one</span>Megshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757873425577976661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214014636037971727.post-5762331532858185282008-08-04T21:04:00.000-07:002008-08-04T21:06:25.704-07:00Poetry Heart spill # 1<span><br />Me.<br /><br />It was me you hurt.<br />Me who trusted you with my heart<br />I don't think you ever even knew that.<br />It was me who put hope in a phone call that never came.<br />Me who turned a deaf ear to the people I trusted the most<br />when opinions of you weren't high<br />Me who held on to the good times<br />when there weren't any in the future<br />Did you know I put you on a pedestal?<br />Compared every guy to you.<br /><br />It was me who wanted you to find me irresistible<br /><br />It was me who cried over you--then swore I'd never do it again.<br />It was me who felt safe in your arms<br />Though I knew you always let go<br /><br />It was me who was addicted.<br /><br />It is me who is swimming upstream to let go<br />Me who finally knocked you off the pedestal<br />Me who is yearning to move on<br /><br />It's me who no longer melts at the sound of your voice<br />Me who still just wants to know what you meant by it<br /><br />Did you know it was me?<br /><br />And did you know it is me who can't find the words to not get hurt again<br />And yet can't find the words to move from this place in my heart<br /><br />So tell me the truth but don't you dare touch my heart.<br /><br />It is me<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The Blonde One</span><br /></span>Megshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757873425577976661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3214014636037971727.post-22650012564359686312008-08-04T21:03:00.000-07:002008-08-04T21:04:34.200-07:00Why Yes I am Blonde...So basically I wanted a new fresh clean slate for some poetry-riffic goodness...I want to write again!Megshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757873425577976661noreply@blogger.com1