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 Jul 2014 Meggghanq1
Mason
Dancing
 Jul 2014 Meggghanq1
Mason
Your eyes are the music
Your words are the lyrics
Your body is the rhythm
 Jul 2014 Meggghanq1
harlee kae
i miss having someone always text me goodmorning and having someone to text goodnight to at the end of the day. i miss having someone tell me they love me. i miss knowing that if i get a day off i'll actually have something to do besides sit at home. and i miss being touched. being held and being kissed and having someone to tell my life to. because we were together for 441 days. and i dont know how to be apart.
Life is rough, life is tough, but most of all life is sweet.
Life is complex but becomes simple only when you don’t compete.
Own a style, pick a course, and see it to the end.
And devotion will bring you success as excellence make you friend.

Don’t hide your potentials for fear of failure; please let them fly.
And on wings as eagle your spirit, in confidence will forever soar high.
Give no hid to critics, what they think or say, like lilies let them die.
Be ready to take corrections though; it’s sure worth the try.

This poem is to point out the greatness in you
keep your minds on the best and your hopes keep in view.
Remind you that success comes when you endure.
Let me know what you think, if you disagree or concur
I still feel this piece is incomplete but my mind can't really connect the missing piece... Feel free to comment and make your input... Thanks.
 Jun 2014 Meggghanq1
Megan Grace
breathe.
because you know what you
do when someone ***** you
over? you calmly take your
heart out of their hands
and leave. you think maybe
you'll sew it back on to
your sleeve but not now, not
today. you put their things
in a box (their cds, their
shirts, their books, their
notes, the little things you
picked up on your dates)
and you put it on the
highest shelf in your
closet, because someday
you will want to remember
them, maybe. if you don't
want to remember them, you
give them the box, you
donate the box, you throw
the box in the river. and
you breathe. because you
deserve better. you deserve
someone who doesn't consider
you a fallback, a plan b.
you will be someone's plan.
you will be the only plan.
you will be my-god-what-
was-i-doing-before-you-
walked-around-that-
corner. remember that
you are enough.
breathe.
I will be okay.
Placed on the spot, People walking by
Eyes shift to my direction,
Snickering and smiling
My anxiety rising
Trying to grip reality,
My superficial temple artery starts pounding, as my heart rate rises.

I can't take this any more I must find the door.
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