Maegan: Favorites

Sep 2012 Maegan

lilah raethe

I've waited 16 long years
And the day is approaching,
The day I'll be allowed on the road
When my dreams will come true and I'll drive on my own

Well not on my own,
With a parent at first
But I'll take what I get
And I'll try not to burst

I'll make it through the trial period
Of the dos and the donts
I'll sweep the floors with my tires
Make them all eat my dust

Because I've been waiting since childhood
For this moment of freedom
Of integrity and responsibility

And i only have to wait a short while
Until I abandon my driving rug once and for all
Put down the hot wheels and grip the steering wheel
Put a foot on the gas

And I'm really doing it all by myself,
I'm driving at last.

I get my permit soon and I can.not.wait. :):):)

Sep 2012 Maegan

A World... A World of Turtles

Sep 2012 Maegan

James M Boyer

A World... A World of Turtles

We drown so many hours
of each day
by dreaming with our eyes open.
Knowing ... Knowing
that day dreaming is for those,
who lack conviction,
lack the drive to live those dreams
to clear the haze from their vision
and truly be creative.

"think outside the box"
?
what a cliche sentiment.

Think outside,
the parameters of yourself.
There is no "Box"
to contain imagination.
That's why 5 year olds
can turn a box into a world.
A world of turtles ... transformers
super heroes or even just ...
a box to hide in & try and scare you.

BOO!
day dreaming again?

With a pad and a pen
my dreams live in words
walking along the blue lines
trying to arrange themselves correctly
before they stop to rest ...
forever.
Because once I'm finished
dreaming on the page
my conviction continues to lack itself.

September 16, 2012

Sep 2012 Maegan

autumn

Sep 2012 Maegan

Rhian Jona

autumn

the wind slips her under the awnings
and she yawns; shudder, and the doors shut.

she slept through the downy mornings of spring; her resting
in summer's thorny evenings
leaves her with a bed of brittle buddleias
and moonglades in the puddles.

Sep 2012 Maegan

Fatherless

Sep 2012 Maegan

Ellie

Fatherless

Growing up too fast.
Facing the real world too soon.
'Cause Dad isn't there.

A short Haiku.

Sep 2012 Maegan

burning the burnt

Sep 2012 Maegan

Dan Shay

burning the burnt

my girl
when you opened your eyes
just a second after me
I was hopeful for another

there's the connection we lost!
there's that fire that smoldered
but you just felt my eyelash
against your cheek

girl
we're sitting in a pit of ashes
playing with matches
and we're only burning ourselves

Sep 2012 Maegan

Landscape Painted Red

Sep 2012 Maegan

John F McCullagh

Landscape Painted Red

Every drop of blood slaves shed
beneath the lash and rod
was repaid in kind at Sharpsburg
by the terrible swift sword.
Twenty three thousand Sacrificed
in joint sanquinity
to debate the principle
that all men should live free.
At Burnside's bridge,
on the sunken road,
The Landscape dripping red.
The wounded called for water
as they lay among the dead.
At the Whitewashed Dunker church
the Dutchmen stood agog
as the fearful toll was paid
by brave souls on either side.

this is the 150th Anniversary of the civil war battle of Antietam (Sharpsburg). The war would continue another 3 years at a cost of 600,000 dead

Sep 2012 Maegan

unfinished

Sep 2012 Maegan

Kay Meraz

unfinished

i walked into the classroom,
you were checking in,
i noticed you, right away.
i liked you,
though i had never seen you before.
i wanted to know you,
your secrets,
your needs,
your fetishes,
your past,
your ominous future with out me.
In one hour i felt your energy around mine,
then you got up and left,
left my sight,
left my mind,
left your scent,
left your soul in that room with me.

something i wrote down, but haven'finished

Sep 2012 Maegan

Autumn Birds

Sep 2012 Maegan

John Clare

Autumn Birds

The wild duck startles like a sudden thought,
And heron slow as if it might be caught.
The flopping crows on weary wings go by
And grey beard jackdaws noising as they fly.
The crowds of starnels whizz and hurry by,
And darken like a clod the evening sky.
The larks like thunder rise and suthy round,
Then drop and nestle in the stubble ground.
The wild swan hurries hight and noises loud
With white neck peering to the evening clowd.
The weary rooks to distant woods are gone.
With lengths of tail the magpie winnows on
To neighbouring tree, and leaves the distant crow
While small birds nestle in the edge below.

Sep 2012 Maegan

Memories

Sep 2012 Maegan

Matt

Memories

We all have memories
and they all seem to fade
a grinning face, a flashback
sleep is the resort where we can't evade

I begin to dream, and my mind begins to wander
hands buried in my face
sitting alone in a corner

Thinking of when we were together
when it was just you and me
kept my heart closed
but my eyes open to see

You meant a lot to me
every nickel and dime
now you're just a memory
wishing to turn back time.