megan-hundley - Hello Poetry

Between the trees there lay a path messy and strewn, overgrowth hid the tracks it went deep into the forrest, twisting and spontaneous I told the lady on the bus, but spoke mostly to her back Midday moved to night moved to daybreak I hear a voice drift from somewhere near "You are free to own nothing" it echoed. far off a clock was punched. I walked on, leaving behind a distant jeer If you stand on your head, will the questions become answers? If you oppress the oppressor, will you then control fate? When faced with flashing truths, will you stare into light? I don't need ******** stories, I make my own bait What do I know? Water boils on the stove and rain cakes mud to the edge of my new boots. All I can say is sometimes I get lucky and follow trails I've never seen wearing a hat I found the other day with a note saying, "Take me if you need it."

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Nov 8, 2017

Nov 8, 2017 at 12:38 PM UTC

Viewpoint

Between the trees there lay a path messy and strewn, overgrowth hid the tracks it went deep into the forrest, twisting and spontaneous I told the lady on the bus, but spoke mostly to her back Midday moved to night moved to daybreak I hear a voice drift from somewhere near "You are free to own nothing" it echoed. far off a clock was punched. I walked on, leaving behind a distant jeer If you stand on your head, will the questions become answers? If you oppress the oppressor, will you then control fate? When faced with flashing truths, will you stare into light? I don't need ******** stories, I make my own bait What do I know? Water boils on the stove and rain cakes mud to the edge of my new boots. All I can say is sometimes I get lucky and follow trails I've never seen wearing a hat I found the other day with a note saying, "Take me if you need it."

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Take a moment to consider the exact person you think you are at this very moment Are you able to sum it up in a sentence or does it continue down the page building a story you couldn't confidently claim or really recognize Are you left with the feeling of a missing phrase caught, perhaps, in a familiar yet unapproachable silence pondering the forgotten areas of your past, forced to realize where you've been and where you've yet to go There is a shift, of course in your posture as you re-read the words regretting the ink, the inability to erase nodding with your past self there was no other way to learn If there is anything left to fear it is doing yourself the disservice of allowing a broken opinion to define what it means to be the exact person you think you are in any moment I observed an answer in a place willingly abandoned long ago that the reality of what matters of. what. matters. is so extraordinarily simple and clear once we let go of a script written by anonymous, rehearsed by everyone the answer is purely to live unapologetically Yet when said aloud we cringe, clutching our script always secretly relieved that the burden of defining ourselves is on someone else's shoulders There is joy in the unshackled, undefined road ahead When you read my story you will know that not only is it mine it is a promise that we are more more than anyone else could possibly imagine

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Dec 22, 2015

Dec 22, 2015 at 9:49 PM UTC

Take a moment to consider

Take a moment to consider the exact person you think you are at this very moment Are you able to sum it up in a sentence or does it continue down the page building a story you couldn't confidently claim or really recognize Are you left with the feeling of a missing phrase caught, perhaps, in a familiar yet unapproachable silence pondering the forgotten areas of your past, forced to realize where you've been and where you've yet to go There is a shift, of course in your posture as you re-read the words regretting the ink, the inability to erase nodding with your past self there was no other way to learn If there is anything left to fear it is doing yourself the disservice of allowing a broken opinion to define what it means to be the exact person you think you are in any moment I observed an answer in a place willingly abandoned long ago that the reality of what matters of. what. matters. is so extraordinarily simple and clear once we let go of a script written by anonymous, rehearsed by everyone the answer is purely to live unapologetically Yet when said aloud we cringe, clutching our script always secretly relieved that the burden of defining ourselves is on someone else's shoulders There is joy in the unshackled, undefined road ahead When you read my story you will know that not only is it mine it is a promise that we are more more than anyone else could possibly imagine

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I look out hoping to be calmed by an evening in transition forcibly removed from the experience stuck behind the shingles of a barrier that compels me to return indoors unfulfilled and indifferent In my chair I am denied the presence of movement, the echo of life beyond my own it sits until replaced by boredom or misuse I fear it's not the only product removed and unfazed putting weeks on the shelves passing poison for purity, choosing machines not maturity, selling fact from obscurity striving to straighten the imperfect wild pointing fingers, avoiding blame I know how it feels to walk a path forged by pines and ranting rain there -- as I move forward gone -- as I turn back I look out hoping to still want to see past the view the deceives me the view I've been told repeatedly is what life's all about

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Aug 14, 2015

Aug 14, 2015 at 11:02 AM UTC

Evolution

I look out hoping to be calmed by an evening in transition forcibly removed from the experience stuck behind the shingles of a barrier that compels me to return indoors unfulfilled and indifferent In my chair I am denied the presence of movement, the echo of life beyond my own it sits until replaced by boredom or misuse I fear it's not the only product removed and unfazed putting weeks on the shelves passing poison for purity, choosing machines not maturity, selling fact from obscurity striving to straighten the imperfect wild pointing fingers, avoiding blame I know how it feels to walk a path forged by pines and ranting rain there -- as I move forward gone -- as I turn back I look out hoping to still want to see past the view the deceives me the view I've been told repeatedly is what life's all about

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It was soft at first the sound of cotton, pulled across cedar floor. Sacred. Fragile words we whisper mostly so we no longer have the burden of sheltering them ourselves. It was, the petals of parsley-- just before the setting of summer dips below the horizon. A breeze will send them away. For the time being. It grew louder. I knew not how long it had been increasing. No longer careful, no longer respectful of the night. It ached. In suspense it gazed-- through the screens in our speech through the bend of our knuckles through the curve of our sight It ached. I knew not how long it had been increasing. Only that I had been there all the while Over time the paint on the walls remained gently the clock was reminded of the hour drops sizzled and slipped through hairlines in humidity the bed frame celebrated 2 decades Not once did the door open in surprise Over time, it was like it didn't exist at all. At last the age of guessing was at a close cool tiles against the jaw. low. heavy in the steamed aftermath of dawn. Forgiving. The release of tape from the roll--keeping it all together A hiss from the nose, crunched by the swift turn on the heels. Endless. Reckless. Reverberating around the space of your lawn, bending the blades, breaking the stems of weeds. At last. It had nothing to do with listening close enough and everything to do with experiencing it.

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Mar 8, 2015

Mar 8, 2015 at 9:05 PM UTC

Experiences

It was soft at first the sound of cotton, pulled across cedar floor. Sacred. Fragile words we whisper mostly so we no longer have the burden of sheltering them ourselves. It was, the petals of parsley-- just before the setting of summer dips below the horizon. A breeze will send them away. For the time being. It grew louder. I knew not how long it had been increasing. No longer careful, no longer respectful of the night. It ached. In suspense it gazed-- through the screens in our speech through the bend of our knuckles through the curve of our sight It ached. I knew not how long it had been increasing. Only that I had been there all the while Over time the paint on the walls remained gently the clock was reminded of the hour drops sizzled and slipped through hairlines in humidity the bed frame celebrated 2 decades Not once did the door open in surprise Over time, it was like it didn't exist at all. At last the age of guessing was at a close cool tiles against the jaw. low. heavy in the steamed aftermath of dawn. Forgiving. The release of tape from the roll--keeping it all together A hiss from the nose, crunched by the swift turn on the heels. Endless. Reckless. Reverberating around the space of your lawn, bending the blades, breaking the stems of weeds. At last. It had nothing to do with listening close enough and everything to do with experiencing it.

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I said so many times that it would be useless I already knew the answer knew the lack of interest avoidance; helplessly shrugging off; taking off such a pointless question it lingers on my face, in my skin and I was all clean in fresh socks so in the morning it looks renewed but its the groggy feeling I can't clean the lingering stench of the answer that fouls my personal space the unbelievable stabbing of the words you leave behind you leave alone you leave unformed it brings within a sea sickness that leaves me blind with vile headaches and bloated with excuses such a pointless thought avoidance; helplessly closing in; standing ground I hate the twinge in my stomach when I lock up for the night closing off all doors to the bitter soot the wretched trash I keep getting it all over but it smudges into the others leaving a trail of something I pretend doesn't exist even though everyone can see it (I can see it) so I heave a couple excuses to the wind and hope it blows through everyone hell I hope it doubles back isn't it time I believed it too and I know that if it wasn't for the 2% milk there wouldn't have been enough reason to come by there's never enough reason but it's the same thing I keep telling myself today you'll get through and tomorrow you'll get through and the day after that you won't have to just "get though" it will feel renewed as fresh as my clean skin and the disturbed air at your side will revisit a prayer and later I can thank God for the milk I said so many times that it would be useless at least you can have your cereal and move on

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Oct 12, 2014

Oct 12, 2014 at 10:48 AM UTC

2% milk

I said so many times that it would be useless I already knew the answer knew the lack of interest avoidance; helplessly shrugging off; taking off such a pointless question it lingers on my face, in my skin and I was all clean in fresh socks so in the morning it looks renewed but its the groggy feeling I can't clean the lingering stench of the answer that fouls my personal space the unbelievable stabbing of the words you leave behind you leave alone you leave unformed it brings within a sea sickness that leaves me blind with vile headaches and bloated with excuses such a pointless thought avoidance; helplessly closing in; standing ground I hate the twinge in my stomach when I lock up for the night closing off all doors to the bitter soot the wretched trash I keep getting it all over but it smudges into the others leaving a trail of something I pretend doesn't exist even though everyone can see it (I can see it) so I heave a couple excuses to the wind and hope it blows through everyone hell I hope it doubles back isn't it time I believed it too and I know that if it wasn't for the 2% milk there wouldn't have been enough reason to come by there's never enough reason but it's the same thing I keep telling myself today you'll get through and tomorrow you'll get through and the day after that you won't have to just "get though" it will feel renewed as fresh as my clean skin and the disturbed air at your side will revisit a prayer and later I can thank God for the milk I said so many times that it would be useless at least you can have your cereal and move on

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its not all bad sometimes I'm lost in the fog trapped in the endless stream of blur the hope seeps out with the reason still darling I seek the edges where clarity leaks into view bringing with it the possibility of real freedom and simplicity I know the world beyond full of prayer, relentless confession I catch myself wishing to stay undefined I catch myself wishing Have you ever set foot across lines set for the point in life when it all comes together. I wave over my shoulder there 's always something left behind shifts in the wind keep the trails an impulse, thump thump we are leftover wisps sipping on the dream that one day we won't have to float away to fly

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Jun 16, 2014

Jun 16, 2014 at 11:17 PM UTC

into the fog

its not all bad sometimes I'm lost in the fog trapped in the endless stream of blur the hope seeps out with the reason still darling I seek the edges where clarity leaks into view bringing with it the possibility of real freedom and simplicity I know the world beyond full of prayer, relentless confession I catch myself wishing to stay undefined I catch myself wishing Have you ever set foot across lines set for the point in life when it all comes together. I wave over my shoulder there 's always something left behind shifts in the wind keep the trails an impulse, thump thump we are leftover wisps sipping on the dream that one day we won't have to float away to fly

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it isn't as soft as you would imagine the pull of fabric, the simple hums yet it does separate me from the fantasy the fantasy is always deep repeatedly warm, protective against the open room it keeps me together, even when you don't you don't always see when I hide in the pillows, I promise to stay I regularly wonder, would you do the same the same rocks pour from your mouth a bitter shot of memory and hard places I swear once I caught a glimpse of the better you the better you exists in my hands when I run them through your hair nuzzle down.down.down.downright hard to get up again up again at the crack of dawn I know you work hard for your bills just remember the cup won't lie won't lie? I wouldn't say that, have you ever... strangely I trust you, even when it seems I shouldn't I shouldn't doubt your hand in mine yet it's much too disappointing when I reach for some assurance and you fall short fall short of the finish line and nothing really happens, you just go home of course you gave it your best shot best shot, neat knot, limp plot barely caught, never taught, simply thought surely ought, fully wrought, sadly got dizzy *** dizzy *** I will one day know how to stand up to you and what it is and what it isn't it isn't as soft as you would imagine the pull of fabric, the simple hums yet it does separate me from the fantasy

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Jun 16, 2014

Jun 16, 2014 at 8:38 PM UTC

the fantasy

it isn't as soft as you would imagine the pull of fabric, the simple hums yet it does separate me from the fantasy the fantasy is always deep repeatedly warm, protective against the open room it keeps me together, even when you don't you don't always see when I hide in the pillows, I promise to stay I regularly wonder, would you do the same the same rocks pour from your mouth a bitter shot of memory and hard places I swear once I caught a glimpse of the better you the better you exists in my hands when I run them through your hair nuzzle down.down.down.downright hard to get up again up again at the crack of dawn I know you work hard for your bills just remember the cup won't lie won't lie? I wouldn't say that, have you ever... strangely I trust you, even when it seems I shouldn't I shouldn't doubt your hand in mine yet it's much too disappointing when I reach for some assurance and you fall short fall short of the finish line and nothing really happens, you just go home of course you gave it your best shot best shot, neat knot, limp plot barely caught, never taught, simply thought surely ought, fully wrought, sadly got dizzy *** dizzy *** I will one day know how to stand up to you and what it is and what it isn't it isn't as soft as you would imagine the pull of fabric, the simple hums yet it does separate me from the fantasy

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imagine me swimming, in a lake oh so fine whenever I'm in it, I lose all sense of time deeper I traveled, further I went I could feel myself changing, twisted and bent Later I fell, from space to the clouds so much to see, so many sounds oh the inspiring delectable sight I never thought falling would be such a delight I took my place, in a log touched by flame the sweet soft embers, knew all it could claim always I burned, in a night cloaked in fire alone in cold air, hot with desire the mornings were busy, I awoke with no ease my mind was a plague, of unwanted disease I looked to the window, to quiet the words yet I only heard humming, of the bright early birds I began to soon wonder, at the dark ticking hour Since when did its reminder seem so dreadfully sour? I stared at its face, concerned and confused why did each second leave a deep searing bruise? the weight of the moment, with its tender warm touches slept quiet in memory, looking more like worn crutches I was promised such joy, but when and by who? I swear at one point, this was something I knew I stepped from the garden, to dusty dirt roads I have been here before, always burdened with loads Will it lead me to safety? Will my path have no end? how I miss the red roses, how I miss my sweet friend I'll imagine I'm swimming, in a lake oh so fine that whenever I'm in it, I'll lose all sense of time higher ill travel, to land I will go I can feel myself changing, a new garden will grow

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Dec 17, 2013

Dec 17, 2013 at 1:22 PM UTC

Crutches

imagine me swimming, in a lake oh so fine whenever I'm in it, I lose all sense of time deeper I traveled, further I went I could feel myself changing, twisted and bent Later I fell, from space to the clouds so much to see, so many sounds oh the inspiring delectable sight I never thought falling would be such a delight I took my place, in a log touched by flame the sweet soft embers, knew all it could claim always I burned, in a night cloaked in fire alone in cold air, hot with desire the mornings were busy, I awoke with no ease my mind was a plague, of unwanted disease I looked to the window, to quiet the words yet I only heard humming, of the bright early birds I began to soon wonder, at the dark ticking hour Since when did its reminder seem so dreadfully sour? I stared at its face, concerned and confused why did each second leave a deep searing bruise? the weight of the moment, with its tender warm touches slept quiet in memory, looking more like worn crutches I was promised such joy, but when and by who? I swear at one point, this was something I knew I stepped from the garden, to dusty dirt roads I have been here before, always burdened with loads Will it lead me to safety? Will my path have no end? how I miss the red roses, how I miss my sweet friend I'll imagine I'm swimming, in a lake oh so fine that whenever I'm in it, I'll lose all sense of time higher ill travel, to land I will go I can feel myself changing, a new garden will grow

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give me your cure and the top shelf blue velvet its mine and I'm not well I know the feel of bikes balance ; focus I notice I ride in circles I hide in sweet sonnets a toothache for charm a rush behind my eyes raw sugar penpal promises sealed late in the night I told God He could have me if He paid for the stamps hands crossed my eyes in a desperate attempt to keep me away from the truth I never peaked not to stare not to know I'd rather walk the line blind

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Jul 21, 2013

Jul 21, 2013 at 11:54 PM UTC

scattered trees

give me your cure and the top shelf blue velvet its mine and I'm not well I know the feel of bikes balance ; focus I notice I ride in circles I hide in sweet sonnets a toothache for charm a rush behind my eyes raw sugar penpal promises sealed late in the night I told God He could have me if He paid for the stamps hands crossed my eyes in a desperate attempt to keep me away from the truth I never peaked not to stare not to know I'd rather walk the line blind

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what are you thinking at this very moment ......... no really .......... ......... ....... .. . I wanted to know.... I can tell you anything ok no I can't something keeps me from treating you like I treat my best friend don't get me wrong you're my best friend but not like that I would do absolutely anything in the world for the best friend who knows me I know I know the same goes for you but there are times when I feel you tug up on the zipper so I close it tight sensing it just wouldn't be right to spill I want to just throw it all at you but your responses confuse me throw me way off the track you don't laugh you don't grin and I know I'm overflowing with sunny demeanor into your half empty bowl You said yourself you aren't happy not long ago and I let my oceans flow while you said more unimaginables into my stained shoulder from the back as you let me walk out the door carving canyons on the way to my car you were confident then and I stood--a drained puddle Do you know that I think of you every sun as it rises every coffee and lunch every blink every sneeze every moon as it shines the summer brings out my pensive nature and I want to explore people's mouths dip n dots little bursts of tasteful words and creation it happens all the time but especially in the summer when my thoughts are the only thing that could turn cold They freeze often too much to thaw back to body temperature while I shiver I always think about glass and how you put it between you lips and breathe how the jungle in your closet paves the way to the bank so you can spend less time in the Subway I feel sick to my heart knowing you know that I hate it it wouldn't be that way if it were nothing but I see it in my sleep brush it off my skin wash it in my hair taste it in my mouth we both know its something I want to marry you well not right now whoa that came out kinda fast don't run away I didn't mean it but actually [I did] [I do?] wait did you hear me? oh nothing See I watch all my friends twirl in true love and I am truly in love but I can't twirl if you don't move with me hey what are you thinking just say it anything that chair looks uncomfortable why do we chew gum today I had tea I work too much my knees hurt I sit too much I hate bees anything anything I love you too and I'm more than a motion I feel and think I feel and think and, well. what was I saying? anything anything what are you thinking don't hold back I'm here and I want you I want you to be my best friend the one you aren't yet ........ you can tell me .............. .............. I'm listening ........... ............ ............. ........ .... . okay

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Jun 26, 2013

Jun 26, 2013 at 8:05 PM UTC

well.

what are you thinking at this very moment ......... no really .......... ......... ....... .. . I wanted to know.... I can tell you anything ok no I can't something keeps me from treating you like I treat my best friend don't get me wrong you're my best friend but not like that I would do absolutely anything in the world for the best friend who knows me I know I know the same goes for you but there are times when I feel you tug up on the zipper so I close it tight sensing it just wouldn't be right to spill I want to just throw it all at you but your responses confuse me throw me way off the track you don't laugh you don't grin and I know I'm overflowing with sunny demeanor into your half empty bowl You said yourself you aren't happy not long ago and I let my oceans flow while you said more unimaginables into my stained shoulder from the back as you let me walk out the door carving canyons on the way to my car you were confident then and I stood--a drained puddle Do you know that I think of you every sun as it rises every coffee and lunch every blink every sneeze every moon as it shines the summer brings out my pensive nature and I want to explore people's mouths dip n dots little bursts of tasteful words and creation it happens all the time but especially in the summer when my thoughts are the only thing that could turn cold They freeze often too much to thaw back to body temperature while I shiver I always think about glass and how you put it between you lips and breathe how the jungle in your closet paves the way to the bank so you can spend less time in the Subway I feel sick to my heart knowing you know that I hate it it wouldn't be that way if it were nothing but I see it in my sleep brush it off my skin wash it in my hair taste it in my mouth we both know its something I want to marry you well not right now whoa that came out kinda fast don't run away I didn't mean it but actually [I did] [I do?] wait did you hear me? oh nothing See I watch all my friends twirl in true love and I am truly in love but I can't twirl if you don't move with me hey what are you thinking just say it anything that chair looks uncomfortable why do we chew gum today I had tea I work too much my knees hurt I sit too much I hate bees anything anything I love you too and I'm more than a motion I feel and think I feel and think and, well. what was I saying? anything anything what are you thinking don't hold back I'm here and I want you I want you to be my best friend the one you aren't yet ........ you can tell me .............. .............. I'm listening ........... ............ ............. ........ .... . okay

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