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  Jun 2018 Meghan
ali
i've run out of poetry,
and now all i'm left with
is gray.

gray surroundings,
gray people.
i'm lost in a world
that's lost in itself.

i can't find the words
to even say what i'm feeling,
because all i see is confusion
staring right back at me.

i'm in a room full of mirrors,
my own reflection
not appearing
because i've lost myself
in the depths of my thoughts.

someone,
please find me,
someone, anyone,
i'm gasping for air
that's not even there.

no one understands,
yet you're all here to listen.

there's only one problem.

i can't find the words-
i've run out of poetry.
my solution to having writer's block but also desperately needing to write at the same time
  Jun 2018 Meghan
Cana
You killed the child in me.
A brutal ****** it was,
no mercy for his gentle soul.
His wide eyed wonder gone.

He was doused in gasoline,
and swiftly set alight
turned from happy kid,
to raging inferno, lit the night

His ashes did not have time to cool
before a stirring in their midst.
A cynical angry man did rise,
Not a phoenix borne of myth.

For now it hurts, just to smile
there's no mirth in my eye.
My laughter lines are obsolete
Just extensions of my frown.
  Jun 2018 Meghan
shae
You were hardly ever there
So how can you say to me that you cared?
I was a little girl who kept looking for you in a crowd.
But you were nowhere to be found.
You’ve lied to me countless times.
You can take credit for the tears in my eyes.
I believed I could put my faith in you.
I thought that's what daughters were suppose to do.
I mean I trusted you with something as precious as my heart.
So why weren't you there from the very start?
Was I really just not enough?
What kind of excuse is  “ sorry honey, something came up”.
You’ve missed out on so much.
Never had a chance to watch me grow up.

Do you lose any sleep?
Over the promises you made but didn’t keep.
How could I be proud to call you my “Dad”.
When you have ripped my heart in half.
Couldn’t even help our mom with Child Support.
Told me it was because your pockets were too short.
Too short to give?
Too short to help build a future for your kid?
Maybe that’s true.
But money could never equal a daughters value.
I should have meant more to you.

Lied down to make a baby.
But couldn't stand up to be alittle girls “Daddy”.
  Jun 2018 Meghan
austin
What would it take
to make a grown man cry?
When the only thing important to him
shoots themself and dies

And nobody realized
what was going through her mind
til she loaded one in the chamber
and put it between her eyes

And her soul goes up to the skies
And everyone's asking why
She was young, loving and selfless
It wasn't her time to die

It's only when it's too late
That's when everybody tries
And it's only when it's too late
Now that's when everybody cries

So tell your loved ones they matter
and you might save their lives
'Cause it's only when it's too late
Now that's when everybody cries
  Jun 2018 Meghan
Beaux
If I die in a school shooting
I'll never go home again.
My room will sit unused,
A capsule frozen in time,
A snapshot of how I was.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my dog again.
She will sit at the front door
Waiting for me and wondering,
Why I never came home.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never graduate from high school.
My yearbooks will sit stacked
Stopped short of their goal,
Missing years that should have been.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my mom again.
She will sit distraught,
Planning a funeral
For a child taken from her.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my friends again.
They'll sit together, missing me.
One empty seat among them,
A constant reminder of their loss.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my little sister again.
She will sit through high school
Knowing I can't guide her through,
That she has to figure it out alone.

If I die in a school shooting
My school will be stained.
Pools of students lives will sit,
Blood tattoos on the brick structures,
Marks of death ground into it.

If I die in a school shooting
Everyone will wear black.
They'll send their thoughts and prayers
To a town marred by death,
Forever to be the home of a shooting.

If I die in a school shooting
Will the world change?
Or will I become one of hundreds  
Of kids who have to die?
What will it take?

If things continue this way
Children will have to live in fear.
They'll look over their shoulders
Always worried and wondering,
If they'll die in a school shooting.
The state of Florida is now home to the two most deadly mass shootings in American history. Pulse Nightclub was attacked in my city, I have friends who attend Marjory Stoneman Douglas in Parkland. My little sister often fears going to school. I'm afraid to graduate and leave her. I want to be able to protect her if something happens. I hate that we have a reason to be afraid... That it's reasonable to have these fears. I hate it so f*cking much.
Meghan Jun 2018
oceans beneath our wounds
sacred reefs under the skin
watch the bed of gold
as lessons reflect such sins

later punishments may grow cold
as one's life is easily told
a serpent will always bite
behind the rocks to ****** your life

it is hard to regret on your bed
especially when time's racing up your death
so forget what that pride had said
before it comes and hit you with its breath
Probably the words my late grandmother would say...

And I spoke for the unspoken words she had never uttered until it came
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