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i am lost and i’m not raelly sure i grew up thinking that i knew who i was where i was going what i was doing; what i was supposed to do but now i’m not so sure

there is a path around campus taht i love to walk i love the peace, the serenity

my own path is … foggy i’m sure it’ll turn out okay, but i’m nervous

i hope that my path converges with his…but it may not

sometimes i thikn our lives are all paths..runningtogether

Posted By meg On 10.23.2008 @ 4:47 pm

the light bulb shone so brightly from the lampshade, I thought I would go blind. I couldn’t concentrate on the diary in my hands because of the light. I just wanted to write about tonight…but I couldn’t. It might not have been the light bulb’s fault, but it was the only thing I wanted to blame. I just wanted to come back to you, but that damn light bulb wouldn’t let me. It just wouldn’t let me.

Posted By meg On 10.18.2008 @ 6:32 pm

at first it reminded me of a light bulb, of course. then i thought a little more and it made me think of a flower. both are bright. one is a light, one needs light. but i dont know how anyone would give each of those very different objects the same name…?

Posted By meg On 10.15.2008 @ 9:48 am

flying is something my dad use to do. He got his pilot’s license when I was really young and he would take me up in the airplane with him when he was flying. He would take me by the house and my mom and little brother would come outside and wave to us. It was something really fun that we did together. I really miss those times.

Posted By Meg On 10.09.2008 @ 6:37 pm

i like flying in airplanes. i like flying in dreams. i like watching birds fly. even the ones that don’t fly well like turkeys. wild and peacocked and fat. i love that mother had to pay extra for a pillow on a flight home from california, and extra for an aisle seat. i love that we are all flying hurtling wild through space

Posted By Meg On 10.08.2008 @ 8:22 pm

Over the rolling hills, With clouds that softly kiss, The very top, You and I lie together.

Over the rolling hills, Where the breeze ruffles the grass, Lie you and I, In the waving array.

Over the rolling hills, Lie you and I, Happily together, Never to say goodbye.

Posted By Meg On 10.05.2008 @ 3:57 pm

Evidence, evince, convince . . . words link to words and I think about synonyms and their uselessness. How can two words mean the same thing and still exist as separate ones?

Posted By Meg On 09.29.2008 @ 3:42 pm

there’s a loaded word if ever there was one. it more represents a spectrum of feeling that doesn’t necessitate but doesn’t always exclude need. When you are in wanting of food, you only seldom need it. When you are in wanting of a person, it is almost certain that you don’t.

Posted By Meg On 08.26.2008 @ 12:36 pm

As i reached to him to gain a new level of strength, he reached back a took my hand into his and lifted me up. My face was soaked with tears and I couldn’t believe he was actually there when i really needed him. It was like starting a new chapter in my life. He stared at me and then told me that he loves me.

Posted By Meg On 08.21.2008 @ 5:54 pm

asking is about admiting what you want and being brave enough to express it. It’s not selfish but an expression and an honest way of showing who you are. It can be desperate but it’s true.

Posted By Meg On 08.21.2008 @ 1:17 am

i find myself in this creepy little elevator again, heading down, down to the basement. i wait impatiently as it creaks and slowly, slowly jitters open. finally its doors shudder into the walls, allowing me to see the long hallway that lies before me, and the huge desk that awaits me at the end.

Posted By meg On 08.20.2008 @ 11:21 am

Asking questions, That have no answers, That need none, Just to hear yourself.

Ask the deaf man, He won’t mind, Nothing matters, Any longer.

So keep asking your questions, I’m fine with it, Keep talking, I’ll just nod, Smile, And let you go on.

Posted By Meg On 08.19.2008 @ 3:56 pm

When you ask someone about anything, they reply with an automatic answer. You have to ask them in a different way than anyone else if you want the answer you are looking for.

Posted By meg On 08.18.2008 @ 2:39 pm

Birds flock into the sky, Endless blue oblivion, To crinkled beaks, Feathered flights, And ever-spiraling ravens.

Posted By Meg On 09.27.2008 @ 6:04 pm

I wish I knew if they were really proud of me. I mean they say they are but sometimes i just feel like the beta version of my younger sisters. Now that they are growing up my parents have had time to iron out all the bugs from version 1.0

Posted By meg On 09.21.2008 @ 1:13 pm

My radiant boy, same and golden as gods, lit as the stars and imbued in myth. The electricity lights his eyes and writes his mind. Lights him up and runs him quickly. Where words on a page blur unforunate, he hears the hum of the bulbs.

Posted By meg On 09.16.2008 @ 8:09 pm

in the meadow blowing its peatals all over the scraggly grass. Yellow. Purple. The wind carries the smell. I’m not sure where, but I want to go. I wish I could ride on the wind’s back and let it take me away.

Posted By Meg On 09.11.2008 @ 8:42 pm

I throw you away like yesterday’s news something i had once That I owned and abused

Nothing to me you never were never loved, never cried for not a care for you in this world

I’ll kiss you goodbye then shower to get your smell gone! If you don’t know I don’t care then you don’t know me at all!

Posted By Meg On 09.05.2008 @ 7:20 pm

Substance Abuse. It’s all over the news. Drug busts. DUIs. Jail terms for a coke dealer. We hear a lot about substance abuse, but when will we hear about people dying across the world from AIDS? The rising numbers in India? How about people who can’t afford to eat in “3rd world” countries?

Posted By Meg On 06.09.2008 @ 7:47 am

A man, a beautifual man who has no care in the world about anyone else but himself, he’ll never love me. But hes a masterpiece with love for himself. i envy him. I wish i could be… With him and him with me.

Posted By meg On 06.23.2008 @ 3:42 am

Ice cream cones are my enemy. I was up last night with that strange pukey feeling. Unable to go back to bed, I read possibly the shittiest book ever. Now I’m tired and wish I’d just stuck my finger down my throat.

Posted By Meg On 05.07.2008 @ 4:01 am

union means to be in togetherness. unity; to join together, to be part of a bigger picture, strength in numbers. like many small threads forming a tapestry which is ultimately larger, stronger and more useful than just one thread could be.

Posted By meg On 04.27.2008 @ 12:16 pm

something planned that means something. an event is usually something or someplace you have to dress up for, which is so not my bag. Then again you can turn ordinary things into an event, it’s a matter of perspective really and what’s important to you. For my next event

Posted By meg On 04.25.2008 @ 9:39 am

i climbed a really excellent mountain once, it was called great northern. i used to be really good at hinkin, i guess i still am, because it’s not really a skill, bu i’m defintiely out of shpae. my friend kristina want’s me to go hiking with her this summer, but i don’t know if i’ll really be ale to keep up with ehr. sh’es still iving in montana so she’s probably in better hiing shape than i am.

Posted By meg On 04.22.2008 @ 10:35 am

it was the latest fashion, the fad that stuck in place, like a phase she went through, one you could pick apart in her closet. Every day she walked through the halls, it was a magazine, another person’s idea of right and wrong, in and out; and when it was out it wasn’t out, it was farther back in the recesses of her room.

Posted By Meg On 04.03.2010 @ 6:47 pm

this is without humor that I write. There is nothing funny about being a circus performer. Juggling is not all that it’s cracked up to be, and it’s not without sweat,tears, and tents that I’ve learned this lesson the hard way. Running from home and being a part of something was what mattered. But being part of a freak show, alongside elephants and women with too much testosterone..that was too much.

Posted By Meg On 04.01.2010 @ 8:22 pm

a major major problem. big, huge, unfathomable. majorly big problem.

Posted By meg On 01.15.2010 @ 3:22 pm

I spot so many things everyday that astound me. Amazing. Wondrous. Life.

Posted By Meg On 01.15.2010 @ 1:07 pm

juicy and flavorful and ripe and crisp. fresh and tasty, melt in your mouth and bursts when you bite down. skin gives way under your incisors, wets your lips with moisture and deliciousness.

Posted By meg On 01.08.2010 @ 11:25 am

I figure that life is basically unfogurable, if that’s a word. Some guys and I tried to define happiness the other day, which is ridiculous because happiness is not tangible…it is absract. It cannot be defined in one word. Yet we defined it as mutual concern…as love.

Posted By Meg On 01.06.2010 @ 7:19 pm