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shows

I glance past the rows in the theatre, minutes before the show will begin. And then, as if by magic, our eyes meet. Oh, sweet destiny! Lost in one another’s eyes, but too afraid to walk toward one another. Then the lights dim… we have two hours to wait.

» Posted By Megan Blease On 12.28.2012 @ 12:27 am

belief

Belief, faith, confidence;
All of these words mean the same thing.
Others may not see it that way, but they are mistaken.
They mean one thing: trust.
Some may take a secular view,
“I believe in my dad/mom/family.”
Well, I do not.
Overall, I see it one way.
I trust/believe in and have faith/confidence in one person.
Are you ready?
God.

» Posted By Megan Blease On 03.12.2012 @ 8:21 pm

flirt

You mess with me far too often,
It isn’t fair.
So I spend all of my time thinking of you.
Or, at least… I did.

You make me feel like you’re the only one who can make me happy.
I end all other things because of it.
I left him for you, in a sense.
I’ve almost never felt so miserable.

» Posted By Megan Blease On 02.15.2012 @ 11:54 am

maze

Trapped in your mind, also in this shrubbery. You heard once that all mazes follow a simple principle; place your right hand on the wall and follow it. The strategy seems to work, but you keep getting lost. And you come across something unexpected. What is–

» Posted By Megan Blease On 02.12.2012 @ 10:39 pm

butterfly

Two wings, freedom.
Flying without bounds.
Transformation, then beauty.
And perfection.

Never lost in the world,
For the world is created for your standards.
Who could harm you, delicate creature?
For you are the reflection of human desires.

» Posted By Megan Blease On 02.08.2012 @ 8:40 pm

orbit

Orbit around the sun, warmth fills the earth.
Such a grand star, greatly taken for granted.
We assume it shall last forever, but of course it cannot.
For what things can last for all eternity?

Very, very few.

» Posted By Megan Blease On 02.06.2012 @ 2:00 pm

epic

Epic: poem or vernacular.
I am epic; what am I?
Human or literature?

That move was so epic,
That writing was lovely.
What’s the correct definition?

» Posted By Megan Blease On 02.02.2012 @ 6:11 pm

festival

Dancing, a party. How can you imagine anything bad in your life?
The girls and boys all dance together.
Any age, any stage; just dancing.
A festival can be good or bad, right? No, all good.

Family, friends, enemies, strangers.
All are around and the celebration lingers.
What are we celebrating? Does it even matter?
No, we should only stay here and dance for hours.

» Posted By Megan Blease On 02.01.2012 @ 10:06 am

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