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Meghan O'Neill Apr 2014
Born of light and dark intentions
knowing not, the joy of acceptance
isolation, so serene
creator vows not to intervene
exploring life like a child
hatred bound, exceptionally wild
mangled face, open heart
hateful reception
admiring from afar
leap of courage, joy, and hope
poor reception and insults thrown
beaten down, running away
scarred for life, forever dismay
burn the home and torch the past
anger fueled and running fast
rush of water, painful current
savior of child, warrior wounded
bleeding limbs and broken hearts
yearning for a way to restart
seeking brethren in the woods
wretched intentions, misunderstood
purple marks about the neck
brother of victor, lying dead.
satisfaction, newfound goals
blame is placed, creation abhorred
seeking out thine detested creator
tormenting threats, intellectual banter
ultimatum, stories told
“create another by my mold”
creature of spite and dark intentions
never to know the joy of acceptance.
There's actually a story behind this one.  Last term in English, we read Mary Shelley's Frankenstein and we had to do a project that illustrated the creature, so naturally i waited until the last minute, wrote a poem really quick (like didn't even read it over before turning it in quick) and then forgot about it.  Just a few minutes ago, i was cleaning out my google drive and found it and what better a place to deposit my left over school project.  So there we have it, my cryptic analysis on the characterization of Frankenstein's Creature
Meghan O'Neill Apr 2014
Hello my dear
this is just to say
that i ******* hate you.
You
You
You treat me like ****
your words are like knives
and every single one finds its target
because i trusted you
because i believed you
but that does not make it my fault.
No sweetie pie, this one's on you
You
You
You are a monster
you reek lies through your skin
you secrete fake love
and you are lower
than the ****** on the corner
you are even lower than
the blows that you deal to me
because you broke me
like i was made of glass
and i kept coming back
and i blamed myself
but this round goes to me
because every time that
you thought you brought me down
you just added another layer to my skin
you made me thicker
you gave me strength
but i will never thank you
now it's my turn to break you
now it's your turn to run away crying
and when you come back apologizing
i will slam the door in your
putrid little face because you
you
you
you are not worth my time
you were never worth my time
and i don't give a **** what you say
because i'm not your ***** anymore.
i'm not yours to **** dry and push away.
because you took too **** much
and now the pain that you gave me
in return is
coming
back
around.
Hello my long lost love
you
you
you better stay lost
because this is just to say
that
we
are
done.
Meghan O'Neill Apr 2014
Roses are red
this much is true
but guess what
violets are violet
not ******* blue
this one is plagiarized off of tumblr, and i promise that if there was a source, then i would cite it.
Meghan O'Neill Apr 2014
you are slender and sleek
your hair as black as night
and when you were smaller
you and teddy used to fight.

we named you after citrus
because you were so sweet
then you had a **** ton of kittens
which threw us off a beat.

I keep my door closed at night
so that you don't disturb me
and when you *** in my closet
It's pretty **** unerving

We really should get you declawed
sometimes you make us bleed
but if we have an infestation
you're the one we need.

One time we gave you the wrong food
not on purpose, i am sure
but then you farted in my face
and then you were abhorred.

I promise that i love you
even though you're such a ****
just because you're my cat
and i'll always be your nerd.
Meghan O'Neill Apr 2014
What is light really, but all the spectrum
crammed into both a wave and a particle.
What is skin tone really, but light
being reflected off pigments
that are compartmentalized in cells
that are made of atoms.
What is sexuality anyway, but the amount
of chemicals that flow through your brain.
What is religion really, but fables preserved
in synapses and energy.
What is a pant size anyway, but a number
to illustrate that your cells contain more proteins
that the model with more prominent ribs.
What is discrimination anyway, but the lack
of the spectrum in one's heart.
Meghan O'Neill Apr 2014
when darkness falls
so does shadow
the veil of perhaps
washes over you and
imagining leads you to fear.
your mind starts to play games
with your eyes
you see monsters
in your closet and
under your bed.
looking is not seeing
but they seem the same
so what you thought you glimpsed
sends shivers down your spine
your pupils dilate
fight or flight
because no matter
what your parents tell you
the blankets won't protect you
and the monsters
are
real.
Meghan O'Neill Apr 2014
There is no wrong religion


There is no wrong sexuality


There is no wrong weight

There is no wrong skin color

There is no wrong nationality
There is no wrong opinion
There is no wrong choice there is no wrong answer



You Are Perfect
You Are Beautiful
You Are Not Wrong.
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