an effigy to the child in me
the soul and spirit of lighthearted times
leave all too soon with the pressure maturity
stop with me
just for a moment
let's be free
you know in your complicated life
it's a godsend
come with me
dance in the wind
climb an old tree
smile for no reason
laugh because you can
time spins too fast
out childhood just didn't last
responsability is a tight glove
how can we be so young but so old?
how can we pause this song?
the world is ours
and time doesn't exist
turn the phone off
rip the facade apart
run barefoot through the grass
stop with me
just for a moment
let's be free
you know in your complicated life
it's a godsend
come with me





in the slience
the dark solitude
i walk
alone
towards the goal
unsure of the ground under my feet
blinded by darkness
unable to see the end i've only heard about
stumbling along
tripping on my own akward feet
this is my journey of faith



invisible encouragement

holding me up from under my arms
suspended above the deep
out of reach of the lions snapping at my feet
somehow, i survive
again, i'm lost in a feild of flame
millimeters from my demise
somehow alive



surreal

unevenly cut brown hair dances across his brow
as he speaks to me in a mumbled voice behind his hand
his eyes hide chasms of feeling and experience far more than i've even touched
his lips encircle a camel special light 100 cigarette
he inhales
filling his lungs with the sweet toxin he craves
he is not from this world
his smile is not his mother's
but another unknown donor's expression
his blue ocean eyes stare through me with more power than ever before
he is a beautiful bird
a confusing maze
a breathtaking sunrise
he is surreal






dear you,

i woke to your memory today. i couldn't dismiss the sound of
your voice on the other end of the phone, 700 miles
away from mine.

i miss you, yet i'm not sure how i can miss a person i've never
touched. a person i've never embraced. a person i've
never stood in the light of. a person who only says
wonderful things and never lies to me. you are nothing
like the ones before. you are intelligent and wise
and intellectual. you are brilliant you live for the
second. you are everything i'm not. you are bold and
romantic, shy and reserved.

you say "just speak to me..melt me...say what you say...". a
smile creeps across my lips..plays on my face, though you
can't see it. i begin. i ramble on and on about
pointless nothings. again, you say
"speak, meg...i want to hear your voice, it's been
oh so long..". my voice remains calm and collected,
though my eyes want to cry, my mouth is battling
my vocal chords, wanting to scream things like "if
you only knew the extent of my love for you!" and "you
rock my world!". but i don't i sit, in my closet, in
the darkness of the early morning, collected and mature.
i wish i could tell you how much you consume me.

i wish i could tell everyone how much you consume me. but i
don't. the chosen few know of your grace, the beauty of your
dark hair and eyes..and the way you speak softly to me
in the darkness. i sit and listen to you breathe, my eyes
closed in concentration. i'm not just quiet, i'm
reveling in the tiny peice i have of you. you sigh deeply
and say “i wish you were here….” and i say “i wish
you were here…..” my voice trailing off into nowhereland…

these eggshells i'm walking on won't hold me much longer. i
can't give you up. i won't give you up,no matter what the
price. i've too much to lose to let you go.






surrender is fleeting
hardened attitude
sullen disposition
no silver on these clouds
depression slowly slips back, tantalizing me
tempting me with the promise of creativity
down time