Playdough

Forgiveness

megan — Tue, 05 Jun 2007 05:15:13 GMT

“When you hold resentment toward another, you are bound to that person or condition by an emotional link that is stronger than steel. Forgiveness is the only way to dissolve that link and get free.” Catherine Ponder

Tell Me About You

megan — Sat, 24 Mar 2007 03:09:36 GMT

What are you listening to right now? What was the last thing you ate? If you were a crayon what color would you be? What color is your underwear right now? Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? The first thing you notice about the opposite sex? Where is your favorite place for a first date? Ever got so drunk you don't remember? What color are your eyes? Are you single? What is favorite month and why? Last movie you watched? What is your favorite day of the week? Are you too shy to ask someone out? Hugs or Kisses? Chocolate or Vanilla? What books are you reading? Do you have any piercing? What is your all time favorite movie? Dogs or Cats? What is your favorite flower? Have you ever fired a gun? Do you like to travel by plane as opposed to car? Right handed or left handed? How many pillows do you sleep with? Are you missing someone?

I LOVE THIS SONG

megan — Wed, 21 Mar 2007 02:54:42 GMT

BRIGHT EYES "First Day Of My Life" This is the first day of my life I swear I was born right in the doorway I went out in the rain suddenly everything changed They're spreading blankets on the beach Yours is the first face that I saw I think I was blind before I met you Now I don’t know where I am I don’t know where I’ve been But I know where I want to go And so I thought I’d let you know That these things take forever I especially am slow But I realize that I need you And I wondered if I could come home Remember the time you drove all night Just to meet me in the morning And I thought it was strange you said everything changed You felt as if you'd just woke up And you said “this is the first day of my life I’m glad I didn’t die before I met you But now I don’t care I could go anywhere with you And I’d probably be happy” So if you want to be with me With these things there’s no telling We just have to wait and see But I’d rather be working for a paycheck Than waiting to win the lottery Besides maybe this time is different I mean I really think you like me

emerge triumphant

megan — Mon, 19 Mar 2007 04:52:00 GMT

spin the bottle hickey on your neck sex on a bathroom floor waking to that old familiar latex laden stench smelling of cigarettes of cheep cologne revisiting your past your sex so desperate your years have they taught you nothing? emerge triumphant strong and beautiful woman and revel in the knowledge that you have been reminded yet again not to relive your past reinvent yourself evolve choose love

thinking

megan — Mon, 19 Mar 2007 04:40:46 GMT

“The wine of youth does not always clear with advancing years; sometimes it grows turbid” Carl Gustav Jung I have been asked many times if I am ever curious about you? Do I ever think of looking for you? Meeting you I fear would be a trite 80 talk show re-run Crying desperation Embracing "Forgiveness" When the crowd disappears The sad reality sets in That you chose another life One that didn't include me I have fantasies of Watching you from afar Like a heartless stalker Removed From emotion Behind the glass of a car windshield Night vision goggles, binoculars and a telephoto lens Curious I would like to see your face Would I see something Myself perhaps? For now I will choose to go on with my life With out you Because I am better off not knowing I have my imagination My explanation of why you abandoned me It is enough for right now

Pine Forest by Gabriela Mistral

megan — Mon, 19 Mar 2007 01:11:54 GMT

Let us go now into the forest. Trees will pass by your face, and I will stop and offer you to them, but they cannot bend down. The night watches over its creatures, except for the pine trees that never change: the old wounded springs that spring blessed gum, eternal afternoons. If they could, the trees would lift you and carry you from valley to valley, and you would pass from arm to arm, a child running from father to father.

DON'T DRESS YOUR CAT IN AN APRON

megan — Tue, 06 Mar 2007 06:41:08 GMT

by Dan Greenburg Don't dress your cat in an apron Just `cause he's learning to bake. Don't put your horse in a nightgown Just `cause he can't stay awake. Don't dress your snake in a muu-muu Just `cause he's off on a cruise. Don't dress your whale in galoshes If she really prefers overshoes. A person should wear what he wants to And not just what other folks say. A person should do what he likes to A person's a person that way.

A summer in San Francisco when I was 18

megan — Mon, 26 Feb 2007 23:13:51 GMT

I remember that summer we spent in a small flat on Fell street. We were so young, playing house together. I remember making love every night hungry for each-other Or was it I who was hungry for you? We had wine from a box and dinner parties with take out from down the street You were obsessed with Donovan that summer and every morning I would wake to the scratchy vinyl recording of colours. I loved to watch you walk naked to the bathroom your beautiful ass in the soft morning light Warm under the quilt my grandmother had made from Alice in Wonderland sheets (You had that quilt years later when i came to visit you and your girlfriend in San Francisco ... I wonder if you still have it?) I remember the 4th of July - driving everyone up to twin peeks in my VW bug The fog a thick blanket, couldn't see a thing, we could only hear the explosion After we returned home I got drunk and yelled at you for flirting with the girl I called Cleopatra You laughed at me and I laughed at myself When the summer was over we spent the hours before your bus left having Blondie's Pizza and kissing in Union Square I remember your fingers grasping the chain link fence at the Greyhound station You were crying I didn't cry I thought it was a goodbye for now - see you later You must have known that everything would change

A dream

megan — Fri, 23 Feb 2007 18:53:27 GMT

In your arms laughing At a world so ridiculous The light of the fire illuminating Soft light washes over us I relax into your body Your soft warm breath on my neck Strong hands tracing the side of my body Moving slowly you undress me I feel the heat between us our bare chests pressing against each-other The dog licks my knee We laugh Falling back on to the couch Lightly kissing breasts My belly quivers in anticipation..... My alarm goes off I try to go back to sleep Back to the dream Back to the warmth To the heat Crap time to get up.

Colours ( I miss D'arcy)

megan — Fri, 23 Feb 2007 06:31:48 GMT

Yellow is the colour of my true love's hair, In the morning, when we rise, In the morning, when we rise. That's the time, that's the time, I love the best. Green's the colour of the sparklin' corn, In the morning, when we rise, In the morning, when we rise. That's the time, that's the time, I love the best. Blue's the colour of the sky-y, In the morning, when we rise, In the morning, when we rise. That's the time, that's the time, I love the best. Mellow is the feeling that I get, When I see her, m-hmm, When I see her, oh yeah. That's the time, that's the time, I love the best. Freedom is a word I rarely use, Without thinking, oh yeah, Without thinking, m-hmm. Of the time, of the time, When I've been loved. Yellow is the colour of my true love's hair, In the morning, when we rise, In the morning, when we rise. That's the time, that's the time, I love the best. -Donovan

Happy Valentines Day

megan — Wed, 14 Feb 2007 18:19:07 GMT

omnia vincit amor (love conquers all)

LOVE

megan — Wed, 14 Feb 2007 07:15:09 GMT

The eskimos had fifty-two names for snow because it was important to them: there ought to be as many for love. ~Margaret Atwood

Do you see me?

megan — Sun, 04 Feb 2007 04:19:54 GMT

Look and you shall find I am not what you think I am Constantly changing You see who you want to see All the pain and the glory It is only yourself you see My fine feathered friend The moment is gone I am no longer who I was Now I am someone completely different And so are you

Capricorn

megan — Thu, 01 Feb 2007 19:00:21 GMT

"The greatest thing a human soul ever does in this world is to see something," wrote art critic John Ruskin. "To see clearly is poetry, prophecy, and religion, all in one." Your assignment in the coming week, Capricorn, is to make Ruskin's idea your method. In other words, lay aside everything you think you know, suspend your reflex to impose your beliefs on every situation you encounter, and behold the world exactly as it is. If you do it right, you'll experience pleasure beyond measure. More than that, you'll change everything you see into a more beautiful version of itself.

Runaway - Kenneth Rexroth

megan — Mon, 29 Jan 2007 04:48:44 GMT

There are sparkles of rain on the bright Hair over your forehead; Your eyes are wet and your lips Wet and cold, your cheek rigid with cold. Why have you stayed Away so long, why have you only Come to me late at night After walking for hours in wind and rain? Take off your dress and stockings; Sit in the deep chair before the fire. I will warm your feet in my hands; I will warm your breasts and thighs with kisses. I wish I could build a fire In you that would never go out. I wish I could be sure that deep in you Was a magnet to draw you always home.

hello, how are you?

megan — Sun, 28 Jan 2007 11:11:07 GMT

this fear of being what they are: dead. at least they are not out on the street, they are careful to stay indoors, those pasty mad who sit alone before their tv sets, their lives full of canned, mutilated laughter. their ideal neighborhood of parked cars of little green lawns of little homes the little doors that open and close as their relatives visit throughout the holidays the doors closing behind the dying who die so slowly behind the dead who are still alive in your quiet average neighborhood of winding streets of agony of confusion of horror of fear of ignorance. a dog standing behind a fence. a man silent at the window. Charles Bukowski

To the kids who survived the 60's and 70's

megan — Wed, 24 Jan 2007 16:05:09 GMT

First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they carried us. They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing and didn't get tested for diabetes. Then after that trauma, our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paints. We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking. As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags. Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat. We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle. We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and no one actually died from this. We ate cupcakes, bread and butter and drank soda pop with sugar in it, but we weren't overweight because we were always outside playing! We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on. No one was able to reach us all day. And we were o.k. We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem. We did not have Playstations, Nintendo's, x-boxes, no video games at all, no 99 channels on cable, no video tape movies, no surround sound, no cell phones, no personal computers, no internet or internet chat rooms..........we had friends and we went outside and found them! We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents. We made up games with sticks and tennis balls and ate worms and although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes, nor did the worms live in us forever. We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just walked in and talked to them! Little league had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!! The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. they actually sided with the law! This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever! The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas. We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all! And you are one of them! Congratulations! Please pass this on to others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated our lives for our own good. Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissors, doesn't it?!

Ode to the Book - Pablo Neruda

megan — Wed, 17 Jan 2007 03:40:14 GMT

When I close a book I open life. I hear faltering cries among harbours. Copper ignots slide down sand-pits to Tocopilla. Night time. Among the islands our ocean throbs with fish, touches the feet, the thighs, the chalk ribs of my country. The whole of night clings to its shores, by dawn it wakes up singing as if it had excited a guitar. The ocean's surge is calling. The wind calls me and Rodriguez calls, and Jose Antonio-- I got a telegram from the "Mine" Union and the one I love (whose name I won't let out) expects me in Bucalemu. No book has been able to wrap me in paper, to fill me up with typography, with heavenly imprints or was ever able to bind my eyes, I come out of books to people orchards with the hoarse family of my song, to work the burning metals or to eat smoked beef by mountain firesides. I love adventurous books, books of forest or snow, depth or sky but hate the spider book in which thought has laid poisonous wires to trap the juvenile and circling fly. Book, let me go. I won't go clothed in volumes, I don't come out of collected works, my poems have not eaten poems-- they devour exciting happenings, feed on rough weather, and dig their food out of earth and men. I'm on my way with dust in my shoes free of mythology: send books back to their shelves, I'm going down into the streets. I learned about life from life itself, love I learned in a single kiss and could teach no one anything except that I have lived with something in common among men, when fighting with them, when saying all their say in my song.

INSTRUCTIONS FOR LIFE

megan — Fri, 05 Jan 2007 07:17:58 GMT

INSTRUCTIONS FOR LIFE Courtesy of the Dalai Lama 1. Take into account that great love and great achievements involve great risk. 2. When you lose, don't lose the lesson. 3. Follow the three R's: 1. Respect for self, 2. Respect for others, and 3. Responsibility for all your actions. 4. Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck. 5. Learn the rules so you know how to break them properly. 6. Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship. 7. When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it. 8. Spend some time alone every day. 9. Open your arms to change, but don't let go of your values. 10. Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer. 11. Live a good, honorable life. Then when you get older and think back, you'll be able to enjoy it a second time. 12. A loving atmosphere in your home is the foundation for your life. 13. In disagreements with loved ones deal only with the current situation. Don't bring up the past. 14. Share your knowledge. It's a way to achieve immortality. 15. Be gentle with the earth. 16. Once a year, go someplace you've never been before. 17. Remember that the best relationship is one in which your love for each other exceeds your need for each other. 18. Judge your success by what you had to give up in order to get it. 19. Approach love and cooking with reckless abandon.

water

megan — Fri, 29 Dec 2006 04:52:39 GMT

She touched my hair and it sent waves of warmth down my body. Melting my skin. Like steam from a kettle, burning hot, evaporating before my eyes. When the heat is gone I am left cold and damp.

the power of yes

megan — Sun, 24 Dec 2006 00:08:45 GMT

I said I would never I said I might I said I would try And then I said yes I am so grateful

poems I wrote when I was 17 years old

megan — Sat, 16 Dec 2006 21:38:23 GMT

Loneliness As the sparrow flies across the blue sky, my mind full of fond memories the brilliant color of your eyes conversations we shared the warmth of you heart and how one day it was gone like a smoldering coal in a dwindling fire the light is gone and so are you I sit here and think of your seldom words of wisdom and remember you. October rain my breath clouds the illuminated windows the October rain chills my toes a cat runs for cover all is quiet except for the pitter patter of my heart (and the rain) I see a figure dark damp grey I can not see a face, but he is coming toward me close now I notice the small pink rose in his hand I look away for a brief moment and he is gone in the cold October rain - one pink rose remained

He asked if he could kiss me.....

megan — Wed, 13 Dec 2006 08:22:49 GMT

As he slowly moved in towards my face, his warm breath smelled of wine. His lips were cold from the rain. I felt the heat of his intention as he slowly caressed my lower back, pulling my body into his. Enveloping me in his large arms, I feel small, taken by the passion of the moment. His tongue just teasing me, softly nibbling my lower lip, biting. I am lost in the sensation in my body. Cheeks hot Burning though my body Warm wet, dripping My lips tingling from the friction of his stubble. Melting into him, relaxing into myself. His tongue teasing, soft and warm, I feel as if I might get lost... Falling into myself deeper and deeper.

persimmon tree

megan — Tue, 21 Nov 2006 01:28:26 GMT

Today, as I stood in my back yard, I watched a squirrel in a persimmon tree. It was dangling precariously from a small twig, reaching its long body toward the the bright orange fruit. The fruit so sweet and tantalizing, just out of reach. Reaching ...... out on a limb Reaching out a little further - it bit into the ripe persimmon, juice dripping on to the ground. I ran to get my camera, when I returned it felt my gaze and ran off. I didn't get the photo, but, the image still lingers. A beautiful metaphor for life.