meghan-3
American
I'm a student going to college in the south, who belongs in the north. My heart and soul are there, not to mention the love of my life. I don't write as much as I used to these days; between not paying attention in classes, procrastinating with my roommate, making a fool out of myself and having fun at parties, there's just not much time. But when I do make time I make sure to write something fantastic. A lot of my poems are actually intended to be songs and I hope to one day hear them with instruments! Nobody in my real life has ever read my stuff. I like it that way...for now. I tend to use similar themes in all my writing. Summer, stars, and green seem to come up a lot (they're my favorite). My head is kind of a disaster area and my hearts not looking too good either, but writing seems to help a little, and everything seems to be working out lately.
My favorite words tell you something
My favorite songs tell it all
I've got a jar full of tears and a body full of scars
My brain is broken it has nothing to do with my heart
I had every part of life warped from the start
So watch the stars and see them glow
That's how I see the world, you know
Yeah, that's how I see the world below
If I let you win this
would I still be okay?
If I let you fix me
promise me it all will go away
promise me the pain won't stay
I've learned to play the game
at least when i'm not home
I can get by just fine, I'm just usually on my own
and I know that you hate me, and I know it's not fair
but I'm just the type of person that can't have you there
So watch the stars and see them glow
that's how I see the world, you know
yeah, that's how I see the world below
If I let you win this
would I still be okay?
If I let you fix me
promise me it all will go away
promise me the pain won't stay.
Nov 29, 2011
Nov 29, 2011 at 11:52 AM UTC
Im back in this town again
on the streets I still know so well.
Just one place I used to call home,
at least for a little while.
Things change so subtly;
more buildings, more roads, less trees.
As I drive I try not to see your ghost.
This town is the the one place my thoughts speak up most.
Clockwork Orange, I can't escape.
Every regret, mistake, moment of shame,
is replaying in my head.
Close my eyes, try to sleep.
I know that I must leave.
I'm trying not to think of what I don't have
Everyone else has someone to come back to
Something they missed and still hold on to
All I have are memories
Some that never really ever happened
Everything I had is placed delicately inside my hands
in boxes and crates to be stored:
photographs, notebooks, the scars on my skin,
every second spent with you, sweatshirts, and old guitars,
laughter, a deck of cards,
and the sound of two people who were never happy.
I look behind town lines.
Gone for good, gone in time, and I'm off to find exactly where is home.
Nov 29, 2011
Nov 29, 2011 at 11:51 AM UTC
The bitter cold and blowing wind
reminds me of the nights I sinned
spent running from the fight
I spewed the venom through my tears
the contests went on for years
I don't blame you for your fears
But the hurt and sting still make me think that I could have had much better
yeah, the hurt and sting still makes me think
So, late at night I wonder still
if you were right about my will
to keep my feelings pure
and so I wonder if I ever
will get to be with him forever
and feel a touch and warmth at night
And the hurt and sting still make me think that you could have done much better
yeah the hurt and sting makes me think
the hurt and sting make me think that some pains last forever
yeah the hurt and sting make me think
I don't think I'll be home for awhile
Mama, I'm not coming home
I don't think I'll be home.
Nov 21, 2011
Nov 21, 2011 at 5:14 PM UTC
Are they yellow, green or grey?
because the color that they are doesn’t matter.
It’s the feeling they portray.
And those Summer stars are gone, but your smell is still on my pillow.
It’s Something Corporate. It’s The Shins. It’s spelling confusion with a K,
like Konstantine. You’re my Summer star.
I don’t need the real ones because I remember you who you are.
I'm okay.
Yellow, green or grey? You tell me. You know the color I hope for,
but with all the hell I put you through, I’d understand if they were light blue.
Just a reminder: We both know what it’s like to be alone.
And a bed of four leaf clovers sounds pretty nice
compared to any sacrafice I’d make for you.
Nov 21, 2011
Nov 21, 2011 at 4:41 PM UTC
Tommy sits on the stoop cigarette in mouth
he takes a drag, sighs, breathes out
the stars are out tonight, but these are the suburbs
they hide pretty deep in the clouds
Street lamps reflect the glitter in the asphalt
and innocence lays on the other side of the street
He knew happiness left in August with the wave of red
and green and gold just doesn't cut it
this town's boring enough as it is
worse when you're missing them
Sara sits in her bed she watches him leave
he's notch number three this week
she didn't know him, but this is college
morals and values are hazy here
an empty bed in the morning is simple
anything else just gets too complicated, for her
she left all respect for herself in that town
it's easier than working for something
that will never amount to anything
while you're missing them
Morgan steps off the platform. Train's not leaving tonight
she walks back wiping the tears she tried to fight
nothing's worse then feeling trapped
in a place you love, but just isn't home
and every time she looks forward it seems
something pushes her back
She knew that town only brought hurt
but home is home and she needed it
nothing's ever as bad as it could be
especially when you're missing them
Nov 21, 2011
Nov 21, 2011 at 4:39 PM UTC
Two years ago your eyes shown
With a kind of light I wish I understood.
Happiness captured in flecks of blue,
Always true, but the truth is not all it should be
I can remember the day I met you
Your shirt didn't match your shoes and I told you so
That night we kissed underneath the moon
You said how did I get to be so lucky?
What I didn't say was I felt lost there.
And always I find that I can pretend to love you
and I can pretend to love someone else too
but every time I feel something new
I push and I fight I scream and I bite
but always I'm stuck here waiting
for my soul with love in her eyes.
Last year your eyes shown
with a kind of light I understood
Happiness hiding the fleeting truth
still flecked with blue, but sadder then they should be
I'm sorry that I felt so empty
And slowly I found that I can't love you
and that was just something that was not fair to you
so I had to let your whole heart go
had to give it to a better home
I can have it back when I'm done waiting
For my soul with love in her eyes
Nov 21, 2011
Nov 21, 2011 at 4:38 PM UTC
Oh, cure me sweet lenten rose
Cure the madness and the hole
in my heart, in my head, in my mind.
Set me free, cut the ropes, break the bind.
I left it in the house down by the shore.
Promised I wouldn't go down there no more.
Come with me, baby please, I wanna go.
I wanna leave with all this sadness in my soul.
And I told you I was honest
but you can't believe in me.
I told you I was guarded
I still gave you the key.
In this dream I'm walking
to the center of the sea,
and slowly I realize
the madness sets me free.
Looking back and turning right around
do I keep this new life I have found?
The reasons come, the reasons go, the reasons fly,
and summer's all I have left of old times.
I found my meaning in a daffodil.
Poisoned seeds of hope is what I spill
on your heart, in your soul, and in your mind.
It's in mine too, you're not alone, look inside.
And I told you I was honest
but you can't believe in me.
I told you I was guarded
I still gave you the key.
In this dream I'm walking
to the center of the sea,
and slowly I realize
the madness sets me free.
Nov 21, 2011
Nov 21, 2011 at 4:38 PM UTC
Summer is my favorite season
I was born in the hazy heat
In the middle of a black and white city
that never goes to sleep
I hear a black crow at my window
her song, it frightens me
hard sandels, and coin medallions
a green dress, and Greek keys
The things we wanted they came too fast
and now we're stuck dwelling on the past
It would have been a boy, if he was real
and I would have named him Simon or James
I would have cried cause he was yours
He would have had a precious face
So take my hand
and say something simple
you said it plenty when I didn't ask
Go on. Say that you love me
I didn't expect much,
I'm okay with that.
You have Rubies, Turquiose, and Sapphires,
I just have the moon, and a few pearls
You can light yourself on fire if you want to
and I'll smile at the world
Nov 21, 2011
Nov 21, 2011 at 4:28 PM UTC