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and with that moment of utter beauty, i saw it in your eyes. everything.
» Posted By megan breukelman On 01.01.2012 @ 12:57 pm
facing the music
staring over the edge;
my paths lead no other direction.
» Posted By megan breukelman On 12.30.2011 @ 8:49 pm
the lines blur as it all rushes past me through the window of the train. i remain still but it all seems to move in time; though i know it is the other way around.
» Posted By megan breukelman On 12.23.2011 @ 6:03 am
it is such a pity to be uninspired. to be sunken into a couch or a chair or a bed or an unhappy feeling so deeply.
» Posted By megan breukelman On 12.01.2011 @ 6:01 pm
in elementary school i stole your green marble when i left your house. i held onto it and kept it with the rest of mine, but i just couldn’t play with it. i stared at it for days, for weeks – and i left it in your desk at school at the end of the year. i’m sorry.
» Posted By megan breukelman On 11.28.2011 @ 9:50 am
pulled at both arms, i am a sweater stretched until broken thread. i am keeping your heart on my sleeve but my head on my shoulders.
» Posted By megan breukelman On 11.16.2011 @ 9:32 pm
they say when it rains, it pours – so when does it stop pouring? i am under a cloud of lies and misunderstandings and it has been raining for weeks.
» Posted By megan breukelman On 11.04.2011 @ 2:59 pm
never will i learn to open your lock; i cannot get the number right with my fumbling fingers and forgetful brain. you will always be stuck; a beautiful box with no way to get through.
» Posted By megan breukelman On 11.03.2011 @ 5:02 pm
quicker than a dragonfly’s wings
things are not what they seem
» Posted By megan breukelman On 11.02.2011 @ 10:45 am
echoing in my mind
a hollow howling box
four sides collapse
» Posted By megan breukelman On 10.28.2011 @ 12:33 pm
watching her trace ovals around my spheres, observing every move and fumbling to match it – as a sheep to its herd. but we are not sheep and i am no shepherd.
» Posted By megan breukelman On 10.25.2011 @ 11:30 am
eyes meet across room
the sparks begin to fire up
but what is his name?
» Posted By megan breukelman On 10.24.2011 @ 9:01 pm
i want to build the walls of this castle so high that nobody can see in or out
so far that i’ll never have to worry about anyone breaking through
so tall that my only worry is not to look down
so big that i’ll be afraid to fall.
» Posted By megan breukelman On 10.19.2011 @ 11:08 pm
her hair was the kind of brown where you know she was born a blonde. eyes, big and bright, full of wonder, and a ribbon tied in her hair. she was a mystery to everyone; she was a misery to me.
» Posted By megan breukelman On 10.14.2011 @ 4:41 pm
stacks of paper surround her; skyscrapers in the city of her study. she cannot stop now. her pen is running out but her ideas continue to flow, scribbling and jotting and writing such insignificant details only a writer would care to notice.
» Posted By megan breukelman On 10.10.2011 @ 7:47 pm
there are wrinkles all over my thoughts; all over my hopes, dreams. they are all over my ideas and prospects, holding me back and keeping me in place.
get the iron.
» Posted By megan breukelman On 10.09.2011 @ 11:39 am
i am a hollowed out cage of bones and tissue
a box with nothing inside of it
and yet you pry me open as if there is still something left to take
there is nothing here; there is no one here.
why do they still pry?
» Posted By megan breukelman On 10.08.2011 @ 4:58 pm
my brain is not prosperous with thought on this word tonight.
» Posted By megan breukelman On 10.07.2011 @ 4:41 pm
i wish you came with a warning label;
one that told me how hard i would fall if i got to know you
one that told me how much it was going to hurt when i hit the ground
one that told me how love isn’t always easy but it’s always worth it
even if you did, i would tear the label off.
» Posted By megan breukelman On 10.05.2011 @ 2:39 pm
golden hair rests upon her shoulders
tightly wound back and forth
between thoughts and dreams
» Posted By megan breukelman On 10.01.2011 @ 1:39 pm
rose wine, warm october nights
i have never seen such beauty as you under the moonlight.
» Posted By megan breukelman On 10.01.2011 @ 8:23 am
some might say that we have a better half;
i say our he is my whole.
» Posted By megan breukelman On 09.29.2011 @ 7:04 pm
not even inches from each other
i can see your breath in december air
the windows are frosted.
silhouettes and nothing more
in winter’s white haze.
» Posted By megan breukelman On 09.28.2011 @ 5:42 pm
and for a fleeting moment, i felt alive again. where youth was an excuse to make mistakes, and still have time to figure out life and all of its mysteries.
» Posted By megan breukelman On 09.27.2011 @ 5:46 pm
there is simply too little space in my brain right now. i cannot tell which way is right or left, up or down.
so where does this leave you and me?
» Posted By megan breukelman On 09.25.2011 @ 11:17 am
i have never been more surely convinced of something as i am today, and now i cannot seem to focus on anything else. it is stuck in my head, peeling away layers of brain tissue and pleading the truth.
» Posted By megan breukelman On 09.24.2011 @ 6:41 am
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seagulls dancing on oil painting skies
there is nothing to do but
a place to call home
and a place to escape just the same.
» Posted By megan breukelman On 09.23.2011 @ 9:17 am