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 Nov 2012 Megan Hoagland
N23
I ask.

Untangling the knot you've made with our fingers
in the dark.

Quietly,

I wait for a response
that will justify your behavior,
or condone my own.
(all the while)

Knowing that you don't have one
to give.
It's that time, I guess

The time I guess you like me
and I guess I like you too

But guessing is a game of chance
and I guess I'm not that good, I guess
I’ve made it a routine now

to decide what I am willing

to free from my thoughts.

And I have told myself that

those things can no longer invade

my every days

because you see,

change happens

and change is good

especially when you decide to change

for the better

for yourself

so you can remember the dreams

you once had but lost

so you can find something else that

makes you feel alive in ways you’ve never felt

but I would like to make a point that

you should not forget the things or ones

who made you come to these conclusions.


Because you see,

they were your starting blocks

they helped shape you

they taught you about love

and creativity

and happiness

and peace

and acceptance

they helped to learn to enjoy the things that were in store for you

and you should never regret the experience, or wish it were back

or be mad at yourself or others for why they ended.

just be happy that you got those chances,

and that is something that you can never replace.


I’ve lived the past month

questioning my journey

and my choices

and wondering what would happen if I could just rewind

could I fix how I loved

or how I treated myself or others

how to not appreciate the opportunities I have

and the experiences I will remember forever?

And I became angry, and confused, and remorseful

because I am self-critical.

I believe myself to be the bearer of bad news

of pessimistic mentality

of the need to timestamp everything.


But today, I’ve had an epiphany.

I realized that I cannot regret the fact that

things fall apart

and things cannot be mended

and that you might never feel the way you used to

with someone or in someplace

but sometimes you shouldn’t want to

because you need to be open to new experiences

you need to be open to loving someone new

or to living a different kind of life

or to experience new people and places

and basically need to grow up

and realize that there is room for better

and you’ll experience many moments of better your whole life

and those moments in your past were that

they were good and better than what you’ve had before.

But it’s okay to move on. And be happy for what’s in store.

And that’s what I intend to do,

and currently I really am

trying.
I’ve finally had a breakthrough from writing angsty posts about regret and sorrow and depression and I’m through with doing that. I need to remember positivities and ignore anything less. If you would like to take a look at this rather long poem, please do. I’m quite excited for this. But for now, good night. **
Do not stand at my grave and weep..
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry..
I am not there. I did not die.
What once was strong
Now exists only as rubble.

Crumbling ruins turn to rock,
Turn to dust,
Turn to bones.

Only there do you remain close.
A breath away from lost,
A fading memory that holds me together;

Makes me human,
Makes me hurt.
 Nov 2012 Megan Hoagland
Eshani
I woke up with a breeze knocking at my window,
I woke up to the sun, sending a ray of hay aglow,
My feet crawled me to the open hands of the clouds,
Where morning stood smiling, with the chirping sounds,

A breeze came along yet again to brush my hair,
While the rose perched proudly, upon the stem of a leafy pair,

The dew was lying on the velvety red petal,
The soft earth, waiting its return to the warm natal,

I finally took myself into my own senses,
and drifted to a life that was unlike the morning, cribbed with stenches,

But life this beautiful should not hold you back,
to take a step ahead, and finally unhook fate's rigid backpack,

Life is about those feathery white clouds,
Life is about earths' scented mounds,
Life is about the crawling of dew drops,
Life is about those smiling golden crops.
She is surrounded by white walls
That only add
To the odd feeling
Of the fluorescent lights beating
Down on her head.
There is no sun,
Only chairs
And the thin wall
Separating her from her father.
Her father
A man
Who appears to have been
Strong willed
Until he was confined
To the small bed
On which he lies
Hooked up to a machine
And unable to speak.
His eyes are closed,
Thinner than he ever was,
He looks . . .
Weak,
Feeble even.
She digs her head deeper in the book,
Separating her from the other people in the room,
From the thoughts that haunt her.
It doesn't matter
What the words say,
It's the only thing she has.
She clings on to the book as if
It was her father's life.
On a thread
She can't help but take a deep shaky breath;
Breathing is the only thing keeping her from
Crying
All she can do is keep breathing.
This is a personal poem, and one of my first.
gracie, gracie
is a ghost
of the people
she loves the most

gracie, gracie
her soul shakes
with every single
breath she takes

gracie, gracie
hides her true face
when she dies
won’t leave a trace

gracie, gracie
stuck in her mind
trapped forever
left behind

gracie, gracie
all alone
talking away
at the phone

gracie, gracie
thought she was screaming
turns out she was
only dreaming

gracie, gracie
torn apart
now all she’s got
is a broken heart

gracie, gracie
loved you the most
but now she is
barely a ghost

gracie, gracie
you let her go
so she faded away
faded slow
There was a young lady in white,
Who looked out at the depths of the night;
But the birds of the air,
Filled her heart with despair,
And oppressed that young lady in white.
You hold me tight,
Like I will be flying away.
I will.
Just not today.

I am not rejecting you
I just don't feel anything
Not for you
Not for anyone
I am alone on the inside
Empty
Shh..
Quiet.

You won't miss me.
I promise.

You don't even know what I smell like.
I won't love you
I don't love me.
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