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Megan VanKo Dec 2017
There are so many things
Going wrong in the world.

Starvation
****
Abuse.

The earth is dying
And there isn't much
That we can do
To fix it.

That is how terribly
We have treated our home.

Yet you're going to sit there
And complain
Because somebody used
A font that you
Don't like.

If that upsets you more
Than anything else
Then something is severely wrong
With the priorities
You have set.
Megan VanKo Oct 2017
Inspiration
Comes in
B U R S T S
All at once
Or never

It's something
That everybody wants
For different reasons
School
Work
Creativity

Inspiration
likes to come
at inconvient times
While in the shower
Or during a speech
Sometimes when you're asleep
And then it leaves
By the time you
Awaken.

Inspiration
Is pretty annoying
But also
Pretty **** useful
Megan VanKo Oct 2017
What if you
Are waiting for me
To speak to you
While I am waiting for you
To speak to me?
Megan VanKo Sep 2017
Dearest Sister,
How come you only think about yourself?

Our dog died and you kicked me out of the room because you wanted to be alone with him
What about me?

You got to sit there for hours with him, holding him as he fell into a sleep he wouldn’t wake up from
But I was sitting in the car
With a Dad that was on the phone with everybody and anybody
Trying to hold it in for as long as I could without breaking apart in front of him.

Dearest Sister,
How come you only think about yourself?

How come you tried to make yourself feel better about kicking me out?
I’m your little sister.
You’re supposed to protect me not break me.

Dearest Sister,
How come you never liked me?

I was only a kid and my first memory of you
Was of you being mean.

Dearest Sister,
Why are people so mean?

You were mean to me
So I was mean to you
And neither of us were willing to fix it
And now it’s too late.

Dearest Sister,
Why is our family so dysfunctional?

Why did you dangle your depression over our parents heads like it was a noose
And if they ever told you not to do something you would kick the chair out from under your feet?

Why did you think that was okay?

Dearest Sister,
You say that you can’t stand being home
So you’re always out
Hanging with your friends,
Driving down the countryside.

What about me?

Have you ever even thought about me?
About how much I needed to escape the mess that is home?

Dearest Sister,
I’m sorry but you messed up.

You ruined any chance of a relationship with me.
The things you have done are toxic to me
And I think about them all of the time.

So now I’m thinking about myself.
I love you,
But I don’t.

Goodbye forever,
Your lonely little sister.
Two different people are "talked to" in this poem
Megan VanKo Sep 2017
Dear Dad,
How old was I when it changed from Daddy to Dad?
When all the security that two letters gave me when I had a nightmare disappeared

Was it before or after I turned eight?
Because when I was eight you blamed the death of my beloved dog on me
And you broke a part of me that was never repaired.

Yet you wonder why I can be so mean to you.
Why it seems like I have no respect for you

Maybe it’s because I don’t.

You’re a narcissist and I don’t have to respect you
The fact that you happen to be an adult means nothing and you know it
So stop trying to shove that in my face

The fact that you are my father means nothing
You have said more cruel things to me than the kids at school
Yet I’m supposed to love and cherish your existence.

Dear Dad,
When was it decided that it was okay for you to pretend like I have no feelings?
When did you decide that I had to love you but you didn’t have to show your love for me?

Was it before or after you decided that my sisters feelings were worth more than my own
And helped her kick me out of the vet when our dog was dying?
What happened to caring about my feelings?
What happened to being there for me?

Dear Dad,
At what point in time did you decide it was okay to call me useless and lazy?
Why did you think that I would want to hang out with you after that?

Maybe I don’t leave my room or my bed because I don’t want to see you
Maybe it’s because I’m depressed and can’t find the willpower to leave my bed.
Maybe I am useless and lazy.

Dear Dad,
Why do you get angry for being a decent person?
A decent husband?

You had a long day, so what?
Everybody has long days.
The fact that you started yelling because Mom wanted you to pick something up from the grocery store . . .
Really?

Yet you call me childish
While you’re sitting there throwing a tantrum.
A fifty-one year old man.

Don’t yell at me for standing up for my mother.
Don’t come at me for saying the truth.

I’m not the person I once was
I’m not afraid to hit you if you get too close.

I’m sorry that I’m not afraid of you like you want me to be.
And I’m sorry that I’m not sorry at all.

But if you ever mess with the things I care about again,
It won’t end well.

Signed,
Your forgotten child.
Megan VanKo May 2017
I don't know
what is making me crazier,
waiting for you to answer my questions
or
the theories that I create
Megan VanKo May 2017
When I see you with your friends
I feel mad
Because you left me for them
Even though you had both last year

But when I see you alone
I feel sad
Because your face shows the pain
That I feel.
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