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Megan Edwards Feb 2019
Got to be Happy, can't show no pain.
Got to be happy, don't be yourself.
Each smile hides the pain.
Each small laugh I feel faint.

How long can this last?
Like the Jay I sigh.
I can't cry.
I can't hide.

I am happy but no one can tell me why,
Each time I try, some more time dies.
So this is a more of a personal one, I hope you enjoy! X
Megan Edwards Dec 2018
I feel my self pull apart.
Rationality turns into darkness,
As I go on my searches.

One for sense. One for pain.
As the stars disappear
I give up on hope.

Look into the mirror. I see pain.
Look into my reflection,
I seek help.

Help which isn't there,
But I need.
For waiting and wandering shall never help.
As at least I'm alone.

No one can find me now.
This poem is abit out of my comfort zone, but I would love to know what you guys think! And how I could possibly improve.
Megan Edwards Dec 2018
Forever lost within a world of pain,
Wandering, waiting for the fire to end.
Saturn has protected him well.
All I have is death. Death is my place.

He guards it well, through the day and night.
Enter through the fire, Enter through the pain.
Hold my breath
For I shall breathe fire.

I shall find him, far and wide.
Through hells gates, through all the pain.
Each small step, the closer I come.
As I travel, through heavens gates.
Megan Edwards Jan 2019
Blood rushing rapidly
Blood pushing with power.
Each shake the trepidation increases
As my shivers become mine .

Each sudden breath
My heart goes tense.
Each little feel
I become more alive!
Megan Edwards Dec 2018
Convulsed veins, strangled for air,
I gasp but nothing is there.
Each sharp breath,
Each sharp pain.
I grow closer
I grow closer to pain.

Weeping, wailing for more
She is gone, she is gone.
The breaths have ended.
The pain has last.
I try to fight
I try for life.

Each small cut
I release my soul.
Each small breath
I release more and more.
Deep, deep down
Dig as far as possible.
Release the pain
Release the soul.

I have become one,
I have become none.
I want to die
I want none.
Megan Edwards May 2020
I step across the lily pond making my way
Each stone wobbles as I  balance my weight
Left.
Right.
I seem to move
Trying to decide the correct thing to do

Each stone takes me on a different path
The bank moves closer as I balance on the stones.
The water gushes taunting me like a laugh
As I move onto this stone alone.

The stones start to vanish, the bank fades away
It's just me now, me. Myself.
I look for a stone as the oxygen leaves like the day
The water comes, I have nothing left to say.

I reach for the bank, a hand appears.
The grip is warm, the grip is kind.
The support I needed, the support brings me to tears
This hand, is my saving find.
Megan Edwards Mar 2019
Prettiness surrounds me
Yet I consume none
Beauty is in the heart.
What ******* I tell them!
This is just a small stanza I was planning on adding into a poem. However, I couldn't add it into any pieces so here it is by itself! Hope you enjoy ***
Megan Edwards Mar 2019
The bustle engulfs me
Swallowed by the past which follows me like sense.
Rushing rapidly along the path which leads them to life.

One stop.
One break.
Life suddenly starts to change.

Everyone has a mission
They may not know it yet.
They carry on rushing round like a crow
Desperate for attention.
Desperate for hope.
Megan Edwards Mar 2019
I'm surrounded by so many, yet no one is close.
I feel your warmth, but no one is there

I yearn for your touch,
I need your pain.

But now I'm left alone
Alone in a world of isolation.
The mind is a scary place.
Megan Edwards Dec 2018
Today I sit in sorrow.
Like the crow I sit and watch;
I wait for the next days tommorow,
Waiting, waiting and waiting to be taught.

Why should I live?
I ask myself again.
I live life like I have nobody with.
I cry silently, cry like the wren.
Each tiny cry,
I feel more alive.

All I want is someone who cares,
A Husband a friend?
But now I sit in my lonely lair
Waiting for someone to tend.

But for now I sit alone,
In my thoughts at last alone.
Soon I'll be alone for good
But till then I've got to pretend I'm all good.
Megan Edwards Dec 2018
Each time I cry, time dies.
Once he's gone, then he's lost.
Stands still sitting waiting in the corner,
As my tears slowly. Steadily drop.

The walls are closing in,
As I watch you disappear.
The closeness we once had.
Soon becomes the part which tears me.

Never together, always apart.
As I adore you more
You adore me less.
We shall forever be apart.
No matter how hard my heart starts.
Sad poetry emotive relationship
Megan Edwards Jun 2019
Thoughts I think, washed upon the sea.
Each small breath, each sharp pain
Rough rocks wash away remains.
I stand, still. I shall remain

Smile. Don't show the pain.
Can't let them see, don't let them know.
I am happy...
I have to be happy.

I want to be loved, but I'm not allowed.
Keep smiling, but the cracks appear
Reflection is gone
I want to be me, I won't be.
Megan Edwards Apr 2020
Is it my mind?
Or is it must a thought?
I know they are just being kind
But the mind thinks there are lessons to be taught

The bodies a trap
Each moment snatched, each memory caught.
The curves you can follow like a map and the movements which are entwined creating thought.

The body plays games on you sometimes everything is clear, sometimes nothing makes sense.
The juxtaposition between mind and body
Is something we will never forget.
Not sure on this poem.
Megan Edwards Feb 2019
The sparkles of life
Trickle with trepidation.
Ripples ricoshade from one to side to another;
As life seems to stop.

Smoothly dancing along the top,
Gliding like a kite across the surface.
Winding, wildly along the curves; taunting Zeus of his power.

The birds call out far and wide
They communicate with the sea.
They understand him
And they understand what he needs.
This one is written in more of a Ted Hughes style. This is my first time getting inspiration from  materialistic objects. Hope you enjoy **
Megan Edwards Apr 2020
Have you ever heard the sound of nothing?
A desolating sunbeam hitting the ground
Each individual on the hunt for something
Yet, nothing can be found.

The trees feel lonely,
They meet the sky for a chat.
They beg for money,
But the sky gets nothing back.

Together, the world turns grey.
The smell of death starts to cover the streets
While they all stand and wait
We just stay inside and try to fall asleep.
Just something abit different, hope you enjoy
Megan Edwards Feb 2019
At night the voices die.
Each small creek,
Each small cry.
Each small dance, each small turn
My heart begins to burn.

The silence is loud,
It echos. The echos bound.
I turn to see my lifeless self,
I turn to see my selfless life.
As I cry.
I cry about how I became mine.

There are people to help,
I swear there are,
But for now I have to sit.
Sit and wait.
Wait for life to prevail.
Wait to start my tale...

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