Megan H: Favorites

Sep 2020 Megan H

Day Plan

Sep 2020 Megan H

Dennis Willis

Day Plan

I'm planicking again
if this then flip out
if that then freak
otherwise be
overwhelmed

i don't see any flaws
in my reasoning
all my bases
are covered
fully prepared
for the day

Sep 2020 Megan H

I was Painting You

Sep 2020 Megan H

Thomas W Case

I was Painting You

I know they look like sunrises and sunsets, but I was painting you.
When I painted all the rivers that lead to the oceans, and the glorious starry nights, and the flowers; the sublime orchids and the tender roses.
In the end
and from the beginning,
I was painting you.

#love #painting #artist #poet

Aug 2020 Megan H

what often gets lost

Aug 2020 Megan H

ce-walalang

what often gets lost

a well-loved pen,
the human mind,
the way, the time,
eventually, hope and faith.

then my words when you're finally near,
and myself whenever you're not here

#hopeful #romantic

Aug 2020 Megan H

paralysis

Aug 2020 Megan H

Joanne Yuan

paralysis

I am sitting, paralyzed, below
the precipice of an avalanche looms
I cannot move, I cannot cry
I can only gaze high up the sky.

Stones skitter, skatter, patter
against my skin leaving just
patterns woven in purple
and red rain, pleading out

The rest will come soon,
but I have no means to hurry them on
I sit — no, she suffocates me
wraps her gauzy arms until

Calm, all suppressed
Rage, embers struggling free
If that is what it must be,
let us pay the fee.

My mind floats high,
the time to go is not yet nigh

If the end is already set
Why struggle? Why try?
Sink into the lullaby

Just don't crash back to Earth,
before it is time.

after painkillers fade

Aug 2020 Megan H

End of life plans

Aug 2020 Megan H

Isabella Howard

End of life plans

Ticking time bomb friends

Will lay themselves dead

Before you can understand

What's going through their head.

Death filled minds

With death dripping hands

Might include you

In their end of life plans.

You'll see the knife wounds

Cross hatching chests

You'll see the pills

That one day will put them to rest.

Death filled minds

With death dripping hands

Might include you

In their end of life plans.

They'll show you razors,

Knives and blood.

You'll never ask why

They'll never mention it again.

You'll excuse the rope you find

Filling up corners

You'll ignore sturdy beams

With chairs underneath them.

You won't think twice

When they ask for one bullet.

Maybe you'll be the one to put it

In ticking time bomb hands.

Death ridden minds

With death dripping hands

Might include you

In their end of life plans.

It's not your fault.

How could you have known?

You've made an art out of ignoring.

You assume the blood and gore meant

nothing.

It was just a bad night.

It's not your fault.

How could you have known?

It's not like you've lost

Every other one you've known.

It's okay.

It's really not your fault.

You can never stop

Death ridden minds

With death dripping hands.

You can never help

Your ticking time bomb

Friends.

#suicide #ticking #time #bomb #loss #head #razor #bullet #pills #death

Aug 2020 Megan H

Numb

Aug 2020 Megan H

Gabriela Cintron

Numb

This overwhelming knowledge that
nothing will ever be the same again
doesn't phase me anymore

I choose to not feel anything
because when I do i get hurt
if there's nothing i can do about it
my emotions only hold me back

so when you ask if im ok
know im not

im just really good at faking
sensitivity

Aug 2020 Megan H

I Am

Aug 2020 Megan H

Grey

I Am

I am dawn.
A rising sun, its rays barely lighting the horizon.
Gentle swaths of yellow illuminate blurry figures,
their shadows intertwined but their hands empty.

I am the day.
Golden hair cascades down like a waterfall, reflecting beams of light
filtering through rainbow-painted trees.
She wanders alone towards emerald fields still clothed with morning dew,
her only company the flaxen creature gently howling through the silence beside her.

I am dusk.
The sweet scent of roses mingles with the crisp air
as the last whispers of light fade from the sky.
Four people are silhouetted against the dying sun,
grass tickling their feet as their laughter fills the air
and sugar-sweet strawberries fill their mouths.

I am the night.
Light spills out an open window
and a small figure gazes up at the glittering sky.
"I wish..." she breathes so softly that her words are lost in the wind, "I wish."
Then the curtains draw closed and all that's left
is a handprint on the fogged-up glass
and the promise of tomorrow.

8/24/2020

#dawn #day #dusk #night #shadows #wish #tomorrow #sun #light #hope

Aug 2020 Megan H

Living while Black in America

Aug 2020 Megan H

Hopeless Outlet

Living while Black in America

Every single day
A life fades away
And every time I read an article
I wonder if one day someone will read my name.

The thoughts persist.

#black #lives #matter