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Megan Mae Jan 2011
Girls
are like apples
on trees. The best ones
are at the top of the tree.
The boys don't want to reach
for the good ones because they are
afraid of falling and getting hurt.
Instead, they get the rotten apples
from the ground that aren't as good,
but easy. So the apples up top think
something is wrong with them, when in
reality they're amazing. They just
have to wait for the right boy to
come along, the one
who's brave enough to
climb all
the way
to the top
of the tree.
I got this in a chain letter one day... no one remembers it. So i'm not taking full credit but I love this poem any way.- From Upside Down
Megan Mae Jan 2011
Heaven Help us, Lord be willing
We only have till morning then we lose this chance.
When I wake up, you will be gone
We only have so long just to make us.

Very soon you will forget, all the love we had.
And very soon I will forget you existed.

Heaven help us, we’re too broken.
How can we find love when we’re so cautious?
Afraid to be hurt and to bleed,
Putting up the shields just to save us.

If only we could really be.
If only we could have the chance that they all have.
But the sun rises and we are pulled apart.
Night time seems to be the only time for us.
The only time for us…to be together.

Too bad, I love you so much.
Too bad I need you like the air I breathe.
I f only we could be together just for this moment,
We might have a fighting chance.

Heaven help us, I don’t understand.
How we are so close, and yet so far apart.
When you say forever – Then take my hand
How can you break it, then come crawling back?

Can’t you see the pain in my eyes?
How much it’s killing me,
Living in fantasy – just to keep you
And time is flying by, and I will lose you.

Heaven help us, I’m too tired.
I love you more than any one could say,
And yet here I can’t keep fighting,
For something that will only go away.

Can’t you hear my crying out –
In the pouring rain?
Every day it’s all the same…
A sad sad symphony.

Are you not afraid of losing me?
Don’t you love me back?
I’m falling but will you catch me?
I should just walk away –

Too bad, I love you so much.
Too bad I need you like the air I breathe.
I f only we could be together just for this moment,
We might have a fighting chance.

I love you so much it hurts,
But I am on the edge
Spinning round in circles – I can’t fight for this.

Heaven help us, God be willing,
We only have till morning just to make us.
- From Slipping Heart
Megan Mae Jan 2011
Just Catch Yourself

A quick smile, glance down.
Don't get caught, catch yourself.
You can't let them see.
Your face is red? Don't let them see,
Just catch yourself before it's too late.
There is no way this is really happening;
You’re just seeing things – just catch yourself.
Nothing goes the way you want it to,
It’s not what you think it is, it’s not just for you.
Just catch yourself.

Just catch yourself before you’re too late
Before your heart can’t take it back-
It’s jumping out of your chest?
Restrain it before it gets loose,
You can’t have a hopeful heart,
It’s pointless

He smiles, you look down.
Your heart leaps, don’t get caught.
He makes you laugh; your face gets red,
Cover it; hide it, so he can’t see.
He’s being nice, he’s being thought full,
Don’t believe it, just pretend there’s nothing there.
You’re seeing things, he’s not interested-
Stop the avalanche before it destroys everything!

Just catch yourself; you can’t be too careful.
Your heart is only so strong, it will break too easily.
Don’t hope, just catch yourself…
Before you fall-
You’re
Slowly
F
A
L
L
I
N
G
It’s too late…
Don’t you ever LEARN?
- From Water Woman
Megan Mae Jan 2011
It slowly drips…

It drips slowly from my lips; your neck so pale now scarred. All this just for love that could never be. Two beings from another world, different colors in the spectrum; I red as blood, you white as snow. And yet your heart no longer beats for me. A foolish mistake that I wish only to destroy.

I loved you as you loved me. My life was happy, my life was complete when you were mine. I thought as long as you were mine and mine alone, I believed I could continue my terrible life as it was with only one bit of happiness to keep my going. Ever to be given to me. But I abused it, and now it drips slowly from my lips, and I only long for your eyes to open once more, if only for a small moment. I wish you were alive, I wish you were breathing, I long for your loving arms to hold me close. But it will never happen…you're gone, and it is all my fault, there is nothing I can do any more, it drips from my lips.

I am a vampire; you knew that, such a foolish, love sick human. But I let you come, I let you love me, I let myself love you. And it burned to see you so unhappy. I obeyed, you wished to be just like me, and I obeyed. I sank my fangs into your neck.

But I couldn't stop; I went past the point of no return and beyond. And now you're still and cold as stone, and your blood trickles from my lips.
Megan Mae Jan 2011
My dear love, look what you've done to me,

I pray you will return my love you see..



My songs i sing out loud and clear,

songs heard by everyone far and near.



And yet my heart isn't there,

my tree of song is somehow bare.



My love your wind did tear my leaves

and now I'm felled its true.



For you see....

I gave my songs here to the rest,

My self I gave to you.
- From Slipping Heart
Megan Mae Jan 2011
She was beautiful.



But not in a Cosmo Model, Megan Fox, or Tara kind of way, not how you would expect. It was strange, her beauty. The kind that has you peering through a crowded room to see what you were really looking at. Her eyes, her smile, the way she held herself; strange how just holding her head up a few vertebrae higher could catch such attention.  And the way she was around people, was a mystery. She would be all smiles, childish and comic at one moment; but the next she would lean quietly, her face relaxed with no thought of expression.



When she smiled, it took little effort to make her smile brighter, and the promise would make her giggle and laugh. Her laugh could make even the saddest man cry out for joy. And sometimes she would sing, and her voice was like the angels from heaven, to get her to sing was just as much a task as it was to make her smile. While, on the other hand, when she was relaxed, her expressionless face dominant,  the task to make her smile, to get her to laugh grew hard and tiresome.



Such a strange beauty, like a well painted piece of art, was rare. She stuck out like a sore thumb in the cluster of thin no bodies. Each girl prim, thin, perky and down to the letter. Each girl barely had a mind of their own, barely had wit enough to keep them. But this girl…this girl could tame the whole room if she pleased. This girl could open her mouth wide and get the whole company into a dance. She had personality, she had spark, she had emotions, she was alive.



That’s why he liked her so much. He loved just looking into her auburn eyes, the almond shape of them as interesting as her topics of conversation. He could listen to her voice for hours, just as beautiful as her singing voice. And she could pull your heart like nothing else. That’s what he liked about her.
I know this isn't really a poem as much as a Prose. But i love it any way

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