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3.5k · Jan 2019
Meredith Ann Jan 2019
She's high fashion on a budget,
capturing the world from her own angles.
Watercolor stains on anything she touches,
but vibrancy is not for her.

Her voice is the texture of heavy-duty paper,
and something about her seems littered in floral,
But she is too industrial for that to make sense,
as the city breaths her in and out.
2.5k · Jan 2019
Grown, but not Quite
Meredith Ann Jan 2019
Suddenly, I understand it all.
Yet the world is a mystery and I am lost in it.

Ages are a time and emotion.
13 is mid afternoon. Lagging and energetic.
15 is the morning sun. Rising groggy and regretful.

17? 17 is the night.
17 is the span between 11-1.
When you aren't wild yet but things are certainly different.
17 is the city lights and no seatbelt.
17 is the teenage cliché,
shadowed by the unknown of what is to come.

17 is crying in the hallways and stargazing on the lawn.
17 is having a bottle of ***** under the bed,
but being too scared to drink it.
17 is Ribs and loneliness,
As you watch the night slip away and the knowledge hits you that you now have to wait for morning.

17 is the unknown.
17 is taking risks.
Not because you are brave,
but because you don't have anything left to give.
17 is to be lost,
but to be okay with that.

17 is slowly coming down from the high of growing up,
Reflecting on all you have lived,
As you patiently wait for your life to begin.
written 4/19/18
1.8k · Jan 2019
Meredith Ann Jan 2019
When we finally got there,
you said that you had never been.
You are wrong.

Because on one July 22,
we all sat in the harsh light,
excited about the coming week.

You had great colorful plans.
You made me laugh.
I wrote about you.
I didn't know anything then,
but I know now that was the first time you made me smile.

But now as we filter in,
alone and in the dark,
we sat on opposite sides of the couch.

I hardly made eye contact.
I wish I tried to read you.
All I know is that you sat motionlessly,
hands in your lap,
for once kept to yourself as I slowly peeled back my cuticles.

I just remember staring at your sweater,
I thought it was funny how much it looked like mine.

Two months ago I just wanted your arm around me.
Today I wish I didn't squeeze so hard.

I realized that for the first time,
I'm no longer craving your fingers dancing across my spine.
I'm no longer craving you.
1.7k · Jan 2019
Meredith Ann Jan 2019
The word
It means so many things.
And all mean something so strong.

It’s passive immaturity thrown in faces.
It’s stupid giggles and shaky whispers.
It’s high cheekbones and pretty hair.
It’s large numbers. With shifting and friction and bonding and breaks.
It’s caring and liking.
It’s something that I’ll never have.

But not because it’s not me,
Because I continue to deprive myself.
Because what was once self defense,
Has now become a brand.
And it’s too expensive to let go.
written 10/2/18
1.6k · Jan 2019
Meredith Ann Jan 2019
Everything was always
In reverse with you
as you took all reason
and threw it away

I regret my ignorance every day.

But despite it all
here I am
listening to what memories of your presance tells me rather than my intuition
And even as I write this
Your hypnotic charm blurs my regret from miles away

And suddenly who I am is not as important as you.
Sometimes you like the idea of a person,
More than you ever liked them.
1.6k · Jan 2019
Meredith Ann Jan 2019
and in these moments,
of feeling lost enough,
i find myself turning to the tones that narrate my adolescence,
the ones I know every small shade to.

the way the tongue dipped to form those kiwi sounds,
brings on peace like childhood nostalgia,
dripping in rich indigo and sparkling lavender.

i crawl inside of them,
rewatching the story a thousand times over,
feeling the anticipation of the tide's rise and fall,
deep down in my soul.

As whispers of aristocracy,
teenage anarchy,
broken lovers,
and reeling nights,

take me home to my heart,
and I feel known.
1.4k · Jan 2019
Shades of Orange
Meredith Ann Jan 2019
Voices are always
much more vivid
after a period of absence from them in my ear.

your burnt orange nature was so shocking,
that it was almost painful

And as I grappled with
how I had lived next to it for so long,
I realized that all the shades were wrong,

For when it was just us,
you'd stoop down to my level,
as your rough tones would break into melting amber.

But today was not the case,
as the energy coursing through your throat,
was a bright, blinding tangerine

My name in your mouth seared me,
my ears burned as I listened to you sing,
The pulsating light left me squinting in surprise

Suddenly I've found the motivation to remove myself from you.
For you no longer are the answer to the relaxation I seek,
As I accept that your makeup no longer consists of my cool tones.
1.3k · Feb 2019
Pickup Patchjobs
Meredith Ann Feb 2019
I spilled neon orange paint
all over my favorite black jeans
while mixing your dumb color.
(because I'm dramatic like that)

I couldn't help but think,
there's an analogy somewhere in there,
and in how preoccupied I am getting it out before it sets,
even though I  know the damage is already done.

But instead of wasting my time on understanding it,
I just covered it with black and called it a day.
Knowing I'm still going to paint in these pants again.
Sorry if this was too cheesy, but you could say the opportunity just fell into my lap. Ok I’ll stop writing now.
982 · Feb 2019
The Lourve
Meredith Ann Feb 2019
Reeling through the midnight streets,
Studying you,
As you ponder me,
One hand round my waist the other on my spine,
as I cradle your head and you cradle me,
and I can feel your smile as I catch your eyes.

I know you feel my heart racing.
Found scrawled in a journal,
Next to peachy sunset skies
827 · Jun 2019
Meredith Ann Jun 2019
Sweaty palms
Long distance calls
Looming nervous presence

Bouncing mania
Preemptive dreams

Salty tounges

Subtle disproval
Financial discorse
Flamboyant pandering

Off-balance pulls
Compromised callings
Charismatic turmoil
Hindsight's 20/20
728 · Jan 2019
Meredith Ann Jan 2019
Stillness rests in the air,
I'm not sure if it's good yet.

Because this house will forever be still
and restless.
Like the individual,
tossing and turning
In that kingsized bed,
meant for more than one.

Or the two faint voices,
whispering into the night,
writing worries
for their little monsters to eat,
because who is going to tell them no.

Even the grandiose silver portrait,
looming over the home,
seems sadder than ever,
as she makes eye contact with the dog,
who's gloom pairs quietly with the lighting

Or the little one curled on my chest,
with his last sentence before slumber:
"I really miss baba"
ringing in my ears.
written 8/10/18
558 · Jan 2019
The Week
Meredith Ann Jan 2019
Monday was persistent energy and steady annoyance,
similar to the whine of an old motor.

Tuesday was venom dripping into sugar,
as biting words coated in carelessness stung in an unknown degree.

Wednesday was watching the cycle of the sky while paralyzed,
as my focus slips in and out of reality.

Thursday was inconsistent rain.
Violent, steady, refreshing, and cold.

Friday was heat burning behind my eyes,
mixed with paranoia and lethargy.
written 4/7/18
529 · Feb 2019
Meredith Ann Feb 2019
I once said your voice was ramen and computer keys,
and I've decided that it's fitting,
as it punctuates in your rushed excitement,
and drips with words of inspiration.

And tonight, as I spill out my heart to you
over the binary code as my eyes slowly wilt,
I long for the day when we can do it in whispers across a dark room.

Or back in the bright night,
with the energy of sharing secret writings still flowing in our veins,
Or shared excitement over the one,
whose voice was rich like black coffee,
Or the day we shared chicken nuggets and a headline,
and I decided that I liked you.

Thank you for your words,
dragonfly girl,
for they bring my heart to peace,
and I feel known.
To someone who's seen my entire world, while only seeing a little of me.
501 · Jan 2019
Meredith Ann Jan 2019
Legs burning,
Chapped face,
Following the ebb and flow,
Swaying in the familiar dance.

American romance,
Empty pools,
Teenage dreams,
The unknown.

Resting on top of the world,
Watching activity below,
Yet singularity in existence.

Shattering what’s to come,
Turning over past,
Shocked in present.

Familiar tracings,
Rough seats,
Cool breeze,
Triumphant warmth,

The textures,
Soft and rough,
Metrometric rise and fall,
Occasional shifts,
Constant peace,

Spurred by rain and impending eyes,
Rushing on,
Vibrant, brilliant, psychedelic chromatics.
Melting tones,
Air cutting,
written 12/2/18
481 · Jan 2019
Expired Chroma
Meredith Ann Jan 2019
I'm tired of
dewy rosie golden me
for she was pretty
but she is not the same
as when those shades were the change she needed
I think I need a new pallet again.
363 · Feb 2019
A random memory.
Meredith Ann Feb 2019
“Velocity is squared in centrifugal force”
You yelled, as you grabbed my knee,
Your goofy face begging me to laugh.
338 · Jan 2019
Fingers Crossed
Meredith Ann Jan 2019
As I look
towards my future
I see all of the order
assumed color
and I know I will not be with my own.

I hope that I can find a place,
before it eats me alive.
300 · Jan 2019
Meredith Ann Jan 2019
I hope she makes you happy,
Because I see you.
Stressing to convince yourself that she is what you need.

I feel how hard you are pushing.
Trying to force everything to fit in the small holes in your heart.

What you don’t realize is that they are pinholes of starlight.
However, you see them as black holes.
But the thing about black holes is that they will never be filled.

I hear the tones in your laughter.

What used to be bubbly from your chest is now squealing from your nose,
Rising in pitch with every second.
The legato that was once your voice is now biting staccato.

I see your face changing.
The fire in your eyes is gone,
And it is replaced with tension in your jaw.
with a sticky, dripping smile.
It’s so sweet and artificial that I feel sick.

I become exhausted as I watch you strain,
Forcing yourself to believe that this is right.
I hear the strain as you lie.
The tone in your voice whines as your mouth struggles to shape unfamiliar words.

You try to drown out the warning bells with frills and complements.
But I know you.
And I know that you find peace in silence.
And I know that your face aches with the forced emotions.
And I know that your vocal chords are strained with someone else’s voice.
And I know that your mind hurts as you try to replace it with something else.
And I know that your heart hurts as it tears under the weight of it all.

Despite it all,
I love you.
I hope that she fulfills you,
Because I know that she hasn’t yet.

I pray that you are happy,
because I know that you are not.
written 4/15/18
297 · Feb 2019
Meredith Ann Feb 2019
Silent night
snow falling gently
Whispering familiar screams
quietly to not give away how much I really do care,
as I think of what tonight was supposed to be

Bright afternoons
Planned Poses
Quiet diners
Fluorescent lights
Slow partings
Intimate aspirations.

But they are figments of my imagination,
Sculpted from the few moments we had,
based on long term ideas.

And as I study the stars,
I pray that you find your peace,
And wonder if you will do the same.
295 · Feb 2019
Meredith Ann Feb 2019
I wish I had the ability
To speak words that haunt you
In the way that yours
hang in the front of my mind.
290 · Jun 2019
In Limbo
Meredith Ann Jun 2019
The extra split second of suspense
waiting for  fingers to be release
held captive by soda-stained keys
the familiar rhythm uncomfortably disturbed

The echoing strain
as eyes feel the magnetic pull
towards an airplane TV
endlessly searching for dialogue gone MIA

Shredded fingers and cracked lips
wind-burned lungs and throbbing eardrums
pulsating temples
the familiar ache

Peeling t-shirts off of backs
making sense of childhood love
soaking in tri-colored LEDs
questioning validity

Past stages feeling like distant memories
old therapy now feeling like a chore
memories linger out of habit instead of desire
assumptions of immaturity mask diluted longing

Stringy hair from groping fingers
shattered nailbeds from shameful sabotage
magenta stains covering past identities
nighttime risks saturating your pace

Silence fills your ear at night
isolation creaks around your fingers
slow beating heart serves as a singular passage of time
as hot summer nights slowly tick by
The Sensations of Waiting
282 · Jan 2019
Meredith Ann Jan 2019
I've had so many more
hours in my day
but they are worthless.
They are just a reminder
of how quiet I am
when left alone in my world.
273 · Mar 2019
The Shift
Meredith Ann Mar 2019
It happens when
you step outside
bracing for the cold,
but the only biting you feel is a subtle ache in your barefoot feet
And as your lungs fill with solid air
warm sun gently pierces the tips of your cheeks
as the birds chatter past 5 p.m.

It's moments like these where you find the energy to run,
or the desire to dip your toes in a cold lake despite the temperature,
or you refuse to wear a coat because of the date, not the weather,
because for the first time in months, the world has awaken,
and you can feel the new life seeping into your bones.
267 · Apr 2019
Meredith Ann Apr 2019
Past the symphonic build,
My eyes are glazed back to dark evenings,
Texting I love you in the dark,
Looking towards the future,
End of an era.

And as they built today,
As I pass the crest of the hill,
And am met with the speckled cotton candy sky
I bite down on the ginger in my mouth,
Letting the sticky warm burn,
spread across my tongue and down my spine,
As I reflect on the worst feelings I felt,
And the best year of my life.

And as the swell dies down,
I feel a drop in my heart,
And I recognize the end of an era.
Goodbye and goodnight.

Who would have thought
That as my childhood came to a close,
My only concerns,
Would be subtle jealousy for a steady observer,
And planning for a hypothetical conversation four years down the road.

The rest is just sunlight melting my honey hair.
239 · Jan 2019
Happy (Reprise)
Meredith Ann Jan 2019
Have you made it yet?
Have you found what you are looking for?

You’re still lying.

I watch you in your yellow and your pigtails.
All you wanted was a Polaroid summer.

You got what you wanted,
people and all.

How did it turn out for you?
Positive? Better? Lovely?
At least that’s what you tell the world.

But I heard you talk about how tired you are.
I know the look of annoyance in your eyes.
I see that you don’t love him, that that passion is burning out.
And I feel your icy stare on us.
Knowing what’s going on that you can’t be a part of.

I watch the gears shift as you process what you have lost.
You compute how I have adapted.
And what all I have.

That sticky sweet is still there, except this time it isn’t malice.
It’s desperation.

Deep down I want the best for you.
I really do.
But I am ok now and you chose to walk always.
So I cannot use my carefully stored energy running after you.

I’m sorry that you don’t know happy,
Because I know that you are not.
written 9/13/18
207 · Feb 2019
4:24 A.M.
Meredith Ann Feb 2019
Somewhere along the line, I decided
that losing hours of rest was better
then lying in silence and thinking of you.
So I lie here drifting in and out of consciousness,
as spinning images confuse my tired eye,
and gunshots are punctuated by familiar laughter.

Yet even in the pauses,
your essence comes creeping in.
193 · Jan 2019
Meredith Ann Jan 2019
They sit on the countertop
Swinging legs and calling me pretty

Haunting the table at Staufs
chattering away

I know they linger in the ocean room
splashing water, willfully hypnotized by those tones

In the theater
whispering I love You

So I shoo them away
and search for some peace.
I need these spaces for a little longer.
181 · May 2019
The Night I Grew Up
Meredith Ann May 2019
Khaki Hallucinogenics
Sweaty Neck
Vagabond Tears
Outdated Heartbreak
Defeated Release
Timeline Anxiety
Returning Aches
Chilling Apathy
Aging Isolation
Oblivion Fading
The feelings of
drowning in retrospect.
The weight
of a Bildungsroman complete.
170 · Jun 2019
Meredith Ann Jun 2019
slide past one
like polar magnets
too alike
knowing too much
of the same thing
incapable of attraction
consistent, measurable avoidance
never once touching
forever spiraling
my atmosphere
158 · Jan 2019
Pandora Poetry
Meredith Ann Jan 2019
I'm well acquainted with the danger of repressing feelings,
So I've learned how to process by spilling my colors onto a page.

However I am desperate to just move on,
and last time I wrote like this everything came to fruition.

Yet my fingers are itching and I can't kick whispers out of my head.
155 · Feb 2019
Seeing Red
Meredith Ann Feb 2019
If you were mine,
I’d grab your hand,
Hold your head,
Look into your eyes,
And ask you to breath.

If you were mine,
I’d tell you how you are ok,
And remind you that it’s healthy to heal.
I’d beg you to sit and rest.

But you chose to shut me out,
so now I watch as you spiral into oblivion,
As everyone laughs and cheers in glee,
I hear your scream rise above the rest.
I cringe at your violent moments,
And silently beg fans to stop calling your mania joy.

And as the crowd flocks around you,
I see the energy in your brain,
charge the wild in your eyes,
And I desperately pray that you are not as alone
as you were when you were mine.
Baby, please find peace.
151 · Apr 2019
Meredith Ann Apr 2019
I'm finding room
for less and less pity for you.

However, this makes my remaining feelings all the more infuriating.
133 · Jun 2019
Growing Into Purple
Meredith Ann Jun 2019
Lilac Lady
Amethyst Dreams
Violet Summer
Wine Tears
Magenta Dances
Lavender Tracings
All Come
With Much
I experimented with Rose and thrived in Blue, but Purple is the change I need.
131 · Jan 2019
Say it Back
Meredith Ann Jan 2019
I'm not sure
if I ever did love you
But if I was given forever
as promised
I know I would have.
128 · Jan 2019
Meredith Ann Jan 2019
You took what I had slowly chipped away,
and carved flourishes into what's left.

For the longest time,
I kept it to myself,
Thinking it was our little beauty.

Slowly, my mind is changing
for I have fallen in love with how it sits in my mouth,
Quietly whispering to myself in the dark.

The other day,
it fumbled out of my hands and into the arms of someone else,
And while I heard your voice as they turned it over,
I think it is most beautiful in the light.
125 · Jun 2019
Meredith Ann Jun 2019
Heart swells
Like candy fiz foam
sticky, sweet, and growing

As it tingles
all the way down
to dance like butterflies in my stomach
Zots feel like the small but budding excitement for new beginnings.
124 · Dec 2021
Meredith Ann Dec 2021
Everything about you was melting sticky sweet.
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