I'm here to explore the depth of human experience and to stop procrastinating my passion.
Northerners beckon the cold, They stand to suffer, knowing. Frigid winters foster strength, There is no shortcut to spring.
By Meg4 months ago in Poets
Hear the water like a drumbeat, it’s the dawn of a new age, I can’t bury my head in the sand with you, accept my fate as a slave.
The Average Student Never time to spare Always broke and exhausted Too many projects. Student Tools Expensive laptops,
Never stop believing in your own power, Let your passions grow and bloom like a flower. Don't be afraid to lift your stem up straight,
I stand with one foot firmly planted On a bricked path of sand. My other foot stands in salty waters, A step away from the paved land.
By Meg5 months ago in Poets
I see her, she doesn’t see me. She stands a little taller now that she is a little more free. She has something private,
Through flesh made windows, I see absence. Searching for you blind, I’m in offense. What virtues lay in this dance,
We used to walk, For miles along any stretch of land. Any trail a challenge accepted, Unbothered by snow, mud, or sand.
Intimate Moments Soft breath on your neck Kisses stolen at last light Your smell mixed with mine ---- Unconditional
Tuesday, I made an appointment, To turn skin to ink. In haste to rebrand my fate, I left no time to think. When I met the tattooist,
I anticipated that creation, Of an elegant utensil, Would be difficult. Molding natures flesh Into a miniature wood shovel,
Dreams are the magnifying glass we use, Before diving into the subconscious ocean. Each fantasy a kiss from intuition,
