
megan-kirby
American
I suppose it could be said that I've been writing pretty much all my life. I began writing poems and lyrics when I was in third grade. Prior to that I made up songs and sang them all the time, I just didn't physically write them down. I'm not great at it, but it's my passion. / / http://contributor.yahoo.com/user/1050116/megan_kirby.html / http://creativitycontained-mk.blogspot.com/ / http://www.writerscafe.org/meganmkirby
Not everyone can do what I do, no
One tries this hard to
Push through the pain.
And
I know my time is
Now, because
Never have I felt so determined.
One more chance is all I need to
Gain the lead
And
I know I'll make it through, because
No one can stop me, but me!
Jun 3, 2011
Jun 3, 2011 at 2:52 PM UTC
Put me out of my misery,
don't think I can take much more.
Was like a knife through my heart, babe,
when you shut that door.
And I can't stop thinking bout,
how much better this should have gone,
but you shut me out,
before the dawn.
And I usually think,
Love's something worth fighting for,
But baby it just killed me,
When you shut that door.
Apr 30, 2011
Apr 30, 2011 at 5:42 PM UTC
Feels like I'm losing,
little pieces of myself,
cuz with each call I make,
it feels more like this is just our fate.
Never knowing the truth,
destine to wade through all these lies,
but I don't know if I can survive,
failing your trusting eyes.
But I put this brave face on,
and just hope you don't see,
the absolute terror,
that's hiding inside me.
Apr 28, 2011
Apr 28, 2011 at 8:32 PM UTC
Take my hand,
lead me to my destiny.
This white dress is so big,
just like my childhood fantasy.
Tears roll down your cheeks,
as you place my hand in his,
and give me away,
but I'll still love you always, Daddy!
Apr 17, 2011
Apr 17, 2011 at 8:14 AM UTC
You don't have to understand me,
to make me special...
Baby, I'm already there.
My complexity, is my rarity.
I'm beyond com-fuckin'-pare.
Got words in my mouth
& songs in my head
Thought that's what you loved about me...
Hell, I thought we were in love,
But guess that's just another stupid line ya fed me.
Apr 17, 2011
Apr 17, 2011 at 8:13 AM UTC
I used to travel the world,
But that was back when I was going places.
Now I don't go anywhere.
I'm just stuck here... grinding my gears.
No I'm not going... anywhere.
And I'm coming in last in this race of life,
Guess I got caught up on the struggles and the strife.
So I'm stuck here.
I'm not going anywhere... not anymore.
I used to wonder what life would be like,
If I was one of those successful girls,
But that's not what life had in store for me.
So I'm stuck here...
...Grinding my gears.
Hoping things will work out, eventually.
I'm trying to put my brains to good use,
But I just seem to be stuck here dreaming,
About the times when I'd travel the world,
And how much fun that would be to do with my little girl!
Those dreams give me the strength to sit and power through,
all the gear grinding,
all the waiting,
all the trying,
all the failing...
Until the day I finally make it through.
Apr 17, 2011
Apr 17, 2011 at 8:06 AM UTC
I gain a little confidence,
with every single word.
I begin to feel secure in,
this promise that I've sworn.
Won't let anyone see,
that scared little girl I'm hiding.
I use the false confidence to,
keep her from crying.
I take a timid step,
all the while seeming quite secure.
Moving steadily forward, scared,
but sure, for her.
Apr 5, 2011
Apr 5, 2011 at 7:52 PM UTC
Sizzle, Sizzle,
hear the sound...
of the Rain instantly evaporating,
on the hot, black, asphalt ground.
The sweet smell of it
fills up your nose,
as the heavy clouds continue to drip,
until that May Flower grows.
Mar 30, 2011
Mar 30, 2011 at 2:26 PM UTC
I'm losing that last spark of brilliance,
I'd been kindling for so long.
In hopes of some day returning it,
Back to it's original flames.
But it's gone now,
Long gone.
I've got nothing left of myself to give.
Holes in my clothes and I can't keep warm anymore,
By the ashes of what I once was.
One gust of wind and it's all gone...
'Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust.'
Mar 29, 2011
Mar 29, 2011 at 7:05 PM UTC
Something's looming over me.
Like a fog cast over my life,
through which I can't see.
It's a feeling at the core of my being,
Screaming,
my life has no meaning.
But maybe it's too soon to tell.
Maybe tomorrow the sun will come out,
and save me from this dreary hell.
Mar 27, 2011
Mar 27, 2011 at 10:04 PM UTC