Entries By Meg
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recipes
Sometimes when I try to cook, it doesn’t work out all that well. Scratch that, all the time I cook. It burns. A lot. And most of the time, it’s not my fault. It’s mainly just the fact that people talk to me. I get distracted by people. Especially if they’re hot.
Posted By Meg On 01.18.2011 @ 8:25 pm
drain
woke up with high hopes glided through the day thought it would be ever so perfect. girl got hit by train at 5.
im drained.
Posted By Meg On 01.17.2011 @ 9:47 am
summer
Summer passed quickly. Without her by his side, Devlin sat in his room and mourned. Like a lost child with only his imagination, he couldn’t help but think of the worst possibilities. She was stuck in Italy, being held captive by a handsome man in a tuxedo with a rose tucked neatly into his pocket. But she did not know that she was a prisoner, that was the worst part of it all, and Devlin could do nothing about it.
Posted By Meg On 01.13.2011 @ 12:48 pm
ragged
The cool night air was trying and Emily had a hard time thinking, as her ragged breaths created a thudding in her chest that would not stop beating. It was either lack of air or lack of exercise that left her body in the state, but Emily decided she need to condition her body for the season more often.
Posted By Meg On 01.10.2011 @ 3:26 pm
support
free speech, free choice, woman’s liberation world wide, humanity, clear air, clean water, food for everyone, cultural differences, freedom to expression yourself
Posted By Meg On 01.09.2011 @ 11:06 pm
respectable
A respectable man is hard to come by… perhaps a respectable woman even harder. But why is that? What has changed about our society so much that a person no longer even respects himself or herself? We are a people who base their worth solely on material possessions, looks, and other meaningless basis of judgment. “Respectable” therefore no longer has the meaning it once did.
Posted By Meg On 01.08.2011 @ 8:29 pm
discover
to find something new. to figure something about yourself or something you never knew possible.
Posted By Meg On 01.06.2011 @ 10:00 pm
obvious
Who is obvious? In Europe, being called obvious means that you are too beautiful, that you have no mystery. But what’s wrong with making your beauty easy to see? What’s wrong with loving obviously, living obviously, with seeing mystery but not creating it. The Garden of Eden was obvious. But it wasn’t romantic.
Posted By Meg On 12.25.2010 @ 6:48 pm
paperclips
He fastened the paperclips together in a fashion which made them look much like a bracelet. With a sly smile, Leon slipped the makeshift piece of jewelry onto my wrist and turned me to face him. “You said that you didn’t need flashy jewelry to be impressed with me, so I thought that I would make do with whatever I could find. It’s just not right to leave a girl without something pretty to wear…”
Posted By Meg On 12.23.2010 @ 5:06 am
We use paperclips to hold the pages together. If only there was a clip big enough to hold the pieces of my life together. Falling apart like pages blowing in the wind…lost…without anything to hold me together.
Posted By meg On 12.22.2010 @ 7:13 pm
rejection
Ouch. Repeated rejection? Ouch ouch ouch. Ooh, the word twists my stomach. Every time I see his eyes look away….rejection. Another knot tied in my stomach. Every time he looks at her and smiles….I’m on the floor writhing in pain.
Posted By Meg On 12.21.2010 @ 1:48 pm
boa
I have already written about you, my friend. I talked about constricting people in relationships. You, my dear, have been talked about much too much. Tata, darling boa.
Posted By Meg On 12.17.2010 @ 11:41 am
Constrictor. You know what’s fun? Constricting. Like in a relationship. Being the person who always calls the other person when they tell you not to. Not that I do that or anything. I hate people who do that. They suck. When they do that, I just want to squeeze all of the oxygen out of their lungs. Unless they are me.
Posted By Meg On 12.17.2010 @ 11:39 am
stamps
every summer since I was younger me and my best friend would go to her grandmas house, grandma char, and make cards with her expansive stamp sets. this past summer grandma char was diagnosed with cancer. I’m so scared for her, i love them both so much.
Posted By Meg On 12.13.2010 @ 2:41 pm
willow
sometimes i feel like a weeping willow. people consider them to be beautiful and graceful, but the name makes it different. I’m weeping. I wallow and sway and don’t feel happy anymore. But nobody expects this from me. Why me.
Posted By Meg On 12.07.2010 @ 5:40 pm
bunny
An easter bunny. Stuffed and ribboned and cute. A bear in a track suit, stuffed and ragged and loved. Two evil villains in the land of make-believe. Packed away in a box with all the good guys.
Posted By Meg On 12.02.2010 @ 12:42 pm
transport
Transport is what good books do. It’s also about trains. Trains that make you sit facing backwards to the direction you’re going, but maybe it’s okay with your iPod and a good playlist your friend’s made you. You’re going to Boston, and you’re moving into your great-uncle’s huge house, and you find his old library. Transportation.
Posted By Meg On 12.01.2010 @ 6:57 pm
killed
Mama, just killed a man. Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger now he’s dead. That is an amazing song. Queen are pure talent. I also like The Beatles. John Lennon was killed in 1980 on December 8th.
Posted By Meg On 11.18.2010 @ 3:15 pm
ivy
the ivy grows out of control on the corner of my street and yours, we dance like lullabys in lost daydreams holding each other’s hands and losing our own sense of what good can come from this melody.
Posted By Meg On 11.16.2010 @ 7:00 am
helping
there is something about the helping of one human being to another, which accentuates the nonsense and possibilities of every imaginable resource. nothing is too much of anything to be any less than that of helpful pursuit. the help! the helping persists and never ceases.
Posted By Meg On 11.11.2010 @ 7:34 am
average
the average amount of time it takes to find the average length of time it takes for the average time it takes of average time. it takes the average time of time. it takes.
Posted By Meg On 11.09.2010 @ 3:19 pm
kit
Kit was certainly not seen by most to be “normal”. She was an outcast; she didn’t care nearly as much the others what those others thought of her. She was probably closer to an inner utopia than any of us would ever be. She was free. She was smart like that. Smart like I wish had been.
Posted By Meg On 11.05.2010 @ 4:09 am
Kit was certainly not seen by most to be “normal”. She was an outcast, didn’t care nearly as much as the others, what those others thought of her. She was probably much closer to an inner utopia than we’d ever be. She was free. She was smart like that. Smart like I wish I had been.
Posted By Meg On 11.04.2010 @ 7:03 pm
elixir
my elixir=joe. he is what makes me happy and keeps me young. he is the balm that soothes my woulds and always my pride.he is my adviser and confidant. he is the most wonderful person in the world and amazes me every day. and I love him more than anything in the world. if that’s not an elixir, then nothing is.
Posted By meg On 11.02.2010 @ 7:25 pm
table
I’m using one. For my laptop. It’s not the most interesting thing ever, but it gets the job done. Good for pounding out my frustrations on with my fists, for banging my head against once I feel like my skull is going to explode from studying, for ranting away my anger over dinner to an audience as enraptured by my fury as I was by the idiocy of the subject matter.
Posted By Meg On 10.20.2010 @ 10:12 am
sheet
He’s carrying around sheets of paper, so many that I’m afraid they’re going to fly away as the first hint of a breeze. It would be almost tragic, as if those sheets represented his life and longings, that their fluttering up and away would come to mean the loss of his everything.
Posted By Meg On 10.13.2010 @ 11:25 am
sunlight
sunlight is beautiful, amazing, and a perfect moment that emerges when coming out of trees onto the dark forest floor. i love sunlight through clouds: making the ocean sparkle and glimmer. we cannot live without sunlight, the vitamin D, and the beauty.
Posted By Meg On 10.11.2010 @ 9:31 pm
the sunlight in my bedroom window was blinding me until I got up and closed the curtain. I fell asleep again for another five hours. I missed school. I also missed a test. Time well spent.
Posted By meg On 10.10.2010 @ 4:07 pm
tallest
I know I’m not the tallest, but sitting in the window overlooking the steady stream of students walk by, I feel like I am. They take up a mere inch of space between the index and thumb; I feel like I could squash them like a bug.
Posted By Meg On 10.06.2010 @ 11:15 am
