I'm here to explore the depth of human experience and to stop procrastinating my passion.
The forecast today Is uncertainty. Clouds of doubt Fill my mind. I can’t tell if there is Rain or snow. The air feels humid
By Meg27 days ago in Poets
Sometimes life is easier to perceive, Through television's eyes. The world broken down into pixels, A censored disguise.
By Megabout a month ago in Poets
Dear eighteen-year-old, You might feel old But you are still so young. Your journey as an adult Has only just begun.
The oak, an agent of nature. With bark comparable to angelic skin Radiates ordinary beauty, Incomprehensive of sin.
By Meg2 months ago in Poets
His eyes know More than words can say He sees body language. Actions, ideas Words cannot convey. A subtle glint
Come walk down The grocery store sidewalk aisle. Take off the rose-colored glasses, Wave, see yourself smile. Strutting your stuff
Ruling rats read, ruminating. Refocused realtors, reeking royalty. Rebranding reality's race. Rambunctiously reigning reactors,
Poised portraits present Perfect plastic, pretty, pretentious pretend people. Plump pouts, Purple pedicures, Perfumed presence,
Sleep summons strange stories. Sailors sailing sand seas, Searching, singing, scavenging. Seeking sacred stones, Scarcely seen.
“What’s the matter Callum, cat got your tongue?” Sarah joked, punching me playfully in the arm. I rolled my eyes at her. She wanted to see a mountain lion and had been making the worst cat jokes the entire trip.
By Meg3 months ago in Horror
I have a hot take. When you waste food at a restaurant, specifically meat, you are doing something wrong. Before you jump to the conclusion that I'm just another angry vegan, hear me out.
By Meg3 months ago in Journal
There is something about A hug on depressing days. That mimics the warmth, And comfort of the sun’s rays. From friends or lovers,
By Meg3 months ago in Poets
