MegghanRae - Hello Poetry

When bombs fly from the wrong sky We wonder what happened To being an agent of peace and democracy When we must run From the oppression of our time It's time to remember That oppression Hasn't been defeated In times gone by - It was merely pushed back Piled upon the plate Of the younger generation Your wars have never ended... they simply held their cease fire Longer than most. For it's old wounds that fester And old ways That refuse to die But The next regime Is no guarantee Of peace in our time.

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Feb 26

Feb 26, 2026 at 8:32 AM UTC

The Oppression of the Times

When bombs fly from the wrong sky We wonder what happened To being an agent of peace and democracy When we must run From the oppression of our time It's time to remember That oppression Hasn't been defeated In times gone by - It was merely pushed back Piled upon the plate Of the younger generation Your wars have never ended... they simply held their cease fire Longer than most. For it's old wounds that fester And old ways That refuse to die But The next regime Is no guarantee Of peace in our time.

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If I protested the characterization of a practicing politician, Began yelling protests, Might it be enough to act as an obstructionist manner? Tried to reassure myself That To Be Killed Was Not important The same time, Save the victims of a Monstrous Ambassador. "Damned if you do And ****** if you don't." ... I'd forgotten that.

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Feb 25

Feb 25, 2026 at 12:05 PM UTC

Dissent

If I protested the characterization of a practicing politician, Began yelling protests, Might it be enough to act as an obstructionist manner? Tried to reassure myself That To Be Killed Was Not important The same time, Save the victims of a Monstrous Ambassador. "Damned if you do And ****** if you don't." ... I'd forgotten that.

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I steered the conversation I will probably never experience Obviously terrified I paused swallowed hard, Understood emotions Don't get to know how It's rough, know now, that's how it is. In this room Forever?

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Feb 24

Feb 24, 2026 at 2:57 PM UTC

Victim

I steered the conversation I will probably never experience Obviously terrified I paused swallowed hard, Understood emotions Don't get to know how It's rough, know now, that's how it is. In this room Forever?

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Blistering, boiling, blazing anxiety Utterly paralyzed Run out of steam Nothing helps Ominous thoughts Useless struggles Tired.

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May 20, 2025

May 20, 2025 at 11:27 AM UTC

The Struggle is Real

Blistering, boiling, blazing anxiety Utterly paralyzed Run out of steam Nothing helps Ominous thoughts Useless struggles Tired.

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Wind blows a leaf falls Lazily down down and down Autumn's cold is here

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Sep 21, 2023

Sep 21, 2023 at 8:44 AM UTC

Leaves

Wind blows a leaf falls Lazily down down and down Autumn's cold is here

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Like Alice down the rabbit hole. There comes a time when it has to stop. Just. Stop. But that time is a long way off I fear. It’s further and farther yet to fall. This never-ending tunnel of life, of things grabbing you in the dark, secrets spilled and truths taking hold. Like a sesame seed trying to sprout in mud. It’s bigger than a mustard seed, but it isn’t moving a mountain anytime soon. Have I lost faith? Is that what this sickness is? Just a complete lack of faith, of understanding, or will? The willingness to go on dragging one foot in front of the other is there, but barely. Steps range from shambling stumbles to jarring, ragged limps. But still it’s pulling along. One foot ****** from too deep mud, placed with a squelching sound ahead again, as the hungry earth tries so hard to drag you down; to keep you here, entombed and sinking. Until the bog takes over and the air can no longer hear your screams. This is life.

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Dec 3, 2019

Dec 3, 2019 at 4:20 PM UTC

Down and Down

Like Alice down the rabbit hole. There comes a time when it has to stop. Just. Stop. But that time is a long way off I fear. It’s further and farther yet to fall. This never-ending tunnel of life, of things grabbing you in the dark, secrets spilled and truths taking hold. Like a sesame seed trying to sprout in mud. It’s bigger than a mustard seed, but it isn’t moving a mountain anytime soon. Have I lost faith? Is that what this sickness is? Just a complete lack of faith, of understanding, or will? The willingness to go on dragging one foot in front of the other is there, but barely. Steps range from shambling stumbles to jarring, ragged limps. But still it’s pulling along. One foot ****** from too deep mud, placed with a squelching sound ahead again, as the hungry earth tries so hard to drag you down; to keep you here, entombed and sinking. Until the bog takes over and the air can no longer hear your screams. This is life.

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I always wanted to be a dancer, but life had other plans. Dancing still brings me joy, still thrills me to watch The cut of a dancer's line, the intention in their sole -- Moving with such joy, such sadness. Conveying every emotion known to man with the point of a toe and the sweep of an arm. The freedom of movement Strength Grace Precision I still wish I'd been a dancer ... It's never too late to start.

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Oct 7, 2019

Oct 7, 2019 at 7:27 AM UTC

Dreams

I always wanted to be a dancer, but life had other plans. Dancing still brings me joy, still thrills me to watch The cut of a dancer's line, the intention in their sole -- Moving with such joy, such sadness. Conveying every emotion known to man with the point of a toe and the sweep of an arm. The freedom of movement Strength Grace Precision I still wish I'd been a dancer ... It's never too late to start.

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life flows like a river But eventually, we all come to a waterfall And when the bottom drops out we come crashing down below, sure we're crushed by the weight of the Waters, of Life Surfacing into the chaos, into the calm, always surprised and gasping our first breath as if we're back from the dead -- but we're not We float, full on the idea that death did not take us life's grasp not relinquished Do we rejoice; cry? frustration and joy mingle -- we float on, drag ourselves to shore Knowing full well we'll have to cross that river again. Breathe. Eyes closed; In, out, in Sigh a heady breath -- And begin again.

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Sep 4, 2019

Sep 4, 2019 at 12:43 PM UTC

fluid (Awaken Each Day)

life flows like a river But eventually, we all come to a waterfall And when the bottom drops out we come crashing down below, sure we're crushed by the weight of the Waters, of Life Surfacing into the chaos, into the calm, always surprised and gasping our first breath as if we're back from the dead -- but we're not We float, full on the idea that death did not take us life's grasp not relinquished Do we rejoice; cry? frustration and joy mingle -- we float on, drag ourselves to shore Knowing full well we'll have to cross that river again. Breathe. Eyes closed; In, out, in Sigh a heady breath -- And begin again.

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Bleed me 'til I cry Bleed until my emotions dry Just a cut Surface, skin It's how I feel Without/ within Just a split Let them out These things that crawl Beneath my flesh My soul, like tar Buried deep Trapped upon their tiny feet Six by six Six Again Each emotion Grown legs and given rise Slipping from my fingered grasp Crawling, creeping Across my thighs High, And high, And high Until this skin This split, divide Recedes with time Feelings ride back, And back, And down As one-by-one My cells are knit And once again It's time To bleed To bleed To bleed me dry.

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Jul 30, 2019

Jul 30, 2019 at 12:54 PM UTC

Cutter

Bleed me 'til I cry Bleed until my emotions dry Just a cut Surface, skin It's how I feel Without/ within Just a split Let them out These things that crawl Beneath my flesh My soul, like tar Buried deep Trapped upon their tiny feet Six by six Six Again Each emotion Grown legs and given rise Slipping from my fingered grasp Crawling, creeping Across my thighs High, And high, And high Until this skin This split, divide Recedes with time Feelings ride back, And back, And down As one-by-one My cells are knit And once again It's time To bleed To bleed To bleed me dry.

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A movie, Written haltingly, Is shown In flashes Of light upon the dark. Snippets of images That Draw up no remark. With haunting clarity Read, Find the beauty -- Between The Truth And the lie.

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Jul 30, 2019

Jul 30, 2019 at 12:50 PM UTC

The Point to Life

A movie, Written haltingly, Is shown In flashes Of light upon the dark. Snippets of images That Draw up no remark. With haunting clarity Read, Find the beauty -- Between The Truth And the lie.

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