meagan-elizabeth-bonnin
American
Hey I'm Meagan Bonnin, but through a friend of mine I have developed the surname Mae.B? as my writing name. Life is full of questions and the answer is always maybe. Through my writing I try to tackle questions deep inside my soul and help others in the process.
Picture a house.
Picture all the things in that house.
The hard-wood floors,
The carpets and chairs,
The drapes and doors,
Even stairs.
Now picture the people in it.
Mom, Dad, Brother, and Sister.
Did they pick your or did you pick them?
It doesn't matter who picked who,
These people in the house were meant for you.
And I hate when the house seems to disagree,
And the walls are yelling back at me.
I don't know about the other houses,
But I do know about what's in mine.
These people inside my quiet house,
I love them all the time.
I don't know about other people,
But I know about what's in me.
I handpicked every single soul that lives in this house with me.
Sometimes our thoughts can get kind of sloppy and Mom has to mop them off the floor.
Sometimes we throw our patience away on our way out the kitchen door.
But all the time, not just sometimes,
I finish every night,
Soaking all my thoughts in my gray walls,
Where white and black meet and dance down the halls.
Mae.B
Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 10:40 AM UTC
One: Mississippi.
Two: Time is ticking.
Three: Feeling stronger.
Four: Getting longer.
Five: It's just a ride.
Six: Don't fear the tide.
Seven: Getting heavy.
Eight: Mind is steady.
Nine: This time must end.
Ten: Begin again.
Mae.B
Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 10:39 AM UTC
I hate when hearts break.
That moment when something is said or done and from it you literally feel your heart and it just doesn't feel the same.
Just like a tambourine hitting the floor, reflecting the way you love with no bounds,
That ecstacy of emotional perfection has a mirrored emotion.
Just like a tambourine hitting the floor, a loud crash,
so does the beat of your heart when it's been broken into pieces.
Falling to the ground,
Capillaries, blood vessels, muscle tissue, all of it breaking because the impact is just too much.
Similair to a hand or leg, a heart takes time to heal after it's been broken.
It breaks, you panic, and you rush to the doctor.
He takes a look at the damage and says,
"Hmm, mam. I'm afriad this is a disaster. A beautiful disaster. Little did you know, this heart break saved your life. Because the exact moment your heart stopped pumping blood, it began pulsating something deeper. People everywhere felt your heart crash just like a tambourine hit the ground and transferred a beautiful healing matter to pulsate through your insides. You're coming back to life. Full, vivid, crazy, adventurous, beating, brilliant life and it's falling down all around you in a loud beautiful sound, just like a tambourine hits the ground."
Mae.B
Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 10:39 AM UTC
I'm convinced God is a girl.
It's only logical.
Who else would use pink, fluffy clouds to cover up one's image?
I'm convinced the world's turned upside down.
It's only logical.
I learned a thing or two about gravity,
But I'm staring at a pool.
If the world were right side up we'd have called it a rain cloud!
I'm convinced people mean well.
It's only logical.
Why else would we be given this world, this planet, this beautiful place?
I'm convinced time, contrary to belief, is irrelevant here.
It's only logical.
Why else would we reply with "God only knows?"
My pocket watch can't tell me something like that!
I'm convinced we have a purpose, all of us of importance.
It's only logical.
Because we come and go like a flickering flame,
But the fervent fire burns brighter and brighter with each additional glow.
Mae.B
Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 10:38 AM UTC
Cosmic stars up in the sky,
Waiting for when the time is right.
Stardust and moonlight in a jar,
I can't wait to find out who you are.
When we meet I'll hold you forever.
You'll be just what I've always dreamed.
Exploring the world,
With maps in our pockets,
Atlas, come and locate me.
Mae.B
Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 10:37 AM UTC
Seeds, water, sunshine,
Sunflowers,
In your eyes.
Let them grow,
Let them grow,
A story is desperate to be told.
Once I was a flower too,
Sunflowers,
In my eyes,
But now I'm here to look after you,
Let you grow,
Let you grow,
A story is desperate to be told.
Mae.B
Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 10:36 AM UTC
And once upon a time,
She was happy,
& she lived forever after.
And once,
She laughed so much,
She ran out,
& needed to buy some more.
And then another time,
She swung,
So high,
She swore that she could fly.
But once upon a time,
She didn't know her story line,
So she did the things she adored,
& nothing more.
Mae.B
Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 10:35 AM UTC
So many eyes,
Binding vision and memory into one.
Laser guns,
Breaking only through the surface of the flesh that surrounds you.
I swear if you could be seen somewhere besides the light,
I'd see so much more than what the light reveals.
To me, every inch is a story,
Shiny smiles try to steal.
Mae.B
Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 10:34 AM UTC
Follow the rabbit,
He knows the way,
Climb down, fall down, whichever you may.
Hurry,
Catch up,
Don't fall behind.
His watch is ticking,
What next will we find?
Stardust in my pocket,
To remember you by.
Sipping' tea,
Pinky up,
Fall into the magic cup.
But months go by,
I finally return,
My world's turned to stone,
And my memories have burned.
Mae.B
Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 10:34 AM UTC
I fell in love again today,
Or could it be I remembered?
I don't mind where we are,
I don't mind where we are.
Indestructable?
But, no.
I'm broken shards of glass.
Pick me up and put me on a shelf to be admired by your friends.
Soon, I'll walk backwards.
Find my younger self,
Side pony-tail, jet-black nails, too much mascara,
I'll tell her, "Hey girl, he's here to stay."
Just let me find myself first,
Let me find myself.
Mae.B
Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 10:33 AM UTC