Submissions by megovoni (Meghan)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm new to writing poetry - at least publicly. I'm very inspired by some of the work on this site, and am always happy to receive comments/criticism from more experienced writers!
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
5th Dec 2012 3:05am
5th Dec 2012 3:05am
Sevens
I think in terms of sevens..." I let out an exasperated sigh, trying desperately to explain the "sevens concept" for what feels like the seven-hundredth time in the past twenty-one days alone.
Such conversation is always a struggle.
This time my explanation is to a bank teller, who fails to appease my budding frustration with a trace of understanding; donning, instead, a half-blank, half-suspicious stare.
"I still don't really see how you could have mistaken a $46 deposit for a $322 deposit." She eyes the transaction slip in question and shakes...
Such conversation is always a struggle.
This time my explanation is to a bank teller, who fails to appease my budding frustration with a trace of understanding; donning, instead, a half-blank, half-suspicious stare.
"I still don't really see how you could have mistaken a $46 deposit for a $322 deposit." She eyes the transaction slip in question and shakes...
181 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
10th Nov 2012 4:27am
10th Nov 2012 4:27am
The Story Ends Here
Do you remember meeting me?
It was February and below freezing.
Everyone else had gone home.
You said hello,
and I said something about your shoes
that didn't make much sense.
You smiled,
and two minutes turned into twenty-five.
I'd never laughed so hard with someone
Before even knowing their name.
It was February and below freezing.
Everyone else had gone home.
You said hello,
and I said something about your shoes
that didn't make much sense.
You smiled,
and two minutes turned into twenty-five.
I'd never laughed so hard with someone
Before even knowing their name.
127 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
15th May 2012 2:00am
15th May 2012 2:00am
Lately
Lately, I've been thinking
about the way things
used to be.
You were all wrong.
But sometimes,
something about that
seemed all right.
I lost myself in your
powder.
Passion.
Fire.
Fury.
I didn't care
what you made me do.
How you made me feel.
Where you took me.
What you cost.
And lately, I've been wondering
what it would be like
not to care again.
about the way things
used to be.
You were all wrong.
But sometimes,
something about that
seemed all right.
I lost myself in your
powder.
Passion.
Fire.
Fury.
I didn't care
what you made me do.
How you made me feel.
Where you took me.
What you cost.
And lately, I've been wondering
what it would be like
not to care again.
299 reads
1 Comment
DARK POEM
Published
1st Mar 2012 2:34pm
1st Mar 2012 2:34pm
He's Not Sorry (And Neither Am I)
She described him all right:
Tall. Tanned. Toned.
Charming - in every sense of the word.
He made chivalry look alive:
Strengthening each hand shake,
Perfecting every punch line.
But she had him all wrong:
One mistress. Countless pills.
A few jabs to the temple,
To make sure she'd never leave.
Time and again, he toppled to his knees,
Ensuring he had hurt her out of love.
She promised if I ever told a soul,
She'd never speak to me again.
And she's held true to that promise.
For three years. And eleven months.
...
Tall. Tanned. Toned.
Charming - in every sense of the word.
He made chivalry look alive:
Strengthening each hand shake,
Perfecting every punch line.
But she had him all wrong:
One mistress. Countless pills.
A few jabs to the temple,
To make sure she'd never leave.
Time and again, he toppled to his knees,
Ensuring he had hurt her out of love.
She promised if I ever told a soul,
She'd never speak to me again.
And she's held true to that promise.
For three years. And eleven months.
...
192 reads
3 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
21st Feb 2012 5:42am
21st Feb 2012 5:42am
!@#$%^&*
Fuck you.
Both of you.
Fuck the time I've wasted:
thirty-six days
d
o
w
n
the drain.
Fuck the money I've invested:
$453 in the red.
Fuck asking nicely.
I've tried taking your feelings into consideration.
It b r e a k s me
d
o ...
Both of you.
Fuck the time I've wasted:
thirty-six days
d
o
w
n
the drain.
Fuck the money I've invested:
$453 in the red.
Fuck asking nicely.
I've tried taking your feelings into consideration.
It b r e a k s me
d
o ...
201 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Feb 2012 2:39am
20th Feb 2012 2:39am
Sidewalk Chalk
I scribbled our names
in sidewalk chalk on
the corner of your street-
purple-cursive enclosed in
a crooked yellow heart-imperfect
e n o u g h to make us giggle
but bright enough for all to see-
just-like-l o v e
I hope it doesn't rain.
in sidewalk chalk on
the corner of your street-
purple-cursive enclosed in
a crooked yellow heart-imperfect
e n o u g h to make us giggle
but bright enough for all to see-
just-like-l o v e
I hope it doesn't rain.
182 reads
8 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
11th Feb 2012 6:17am
11th Feb 2012 6:17am
Relapse
I keep a tally on my bedroom mirror -
hash marks in increments of five,
beneath the header: Days without Drugs.
Last week there were 128 tallies,
Today, there were two.
It's easy to fall off the bandwagon
when the ride is treacherous;
even easier to jump off the bandwagon
when the ride is no fun.
I just want it to be fun again.
hash marks in increments of five,
beneath the header: Days without Drugs.
Last week there were 128 tallies,
Today, there were two.
It's easy to fall off the bandwagon
when the ride is treacherous;
even easier to jump off the bandwagon
when the ride is no fun.
I just want it to be fun again.
356 reads
15 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
6th Feb 2012 5:41am
6th Feb 2012 5:41am
I'm Not Like Most Girls
Ever notice how most girls say they're not like most girls? Well, I'm going to veer off course a little and say that I am like most girls. Because, like most girls, I'm complicated. And stubborn. And jealous. And moody. At times, I'm downright impossible. I say one thing, mean another, expect you to know what I'm thinking and get mad when you don't. Like most girls, I can tell the difference between two shades of blue. Or two tones of voice. Or two brands of shoe. Like most girls, I cry over boys that don't deserve my tears, ponder over things that aren't worth my time and giggle over...
305 reads
6 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
4th Feb 2012 4:24am
4th Feb 2012 4:24am
Rehab
Crystal is too thin.
Her words hit her lips
before they leave her brain.
She dons a messy ensemble
and is missing a
prominent front tooth.
Her first name coincides
with her drug of choice.
And everyone can tell.
But despite reservations
and incomplete thoughts,
she manages a
mumbled confession:
I'm fucked up.
And I want to change.
My name is Meghan -
which, in no way,
mirrors my mistakes.
My weight is average
and my sentences
still make sense.
I have 28 teeth, and
-according to my dentist-...
Her words hit her lips
before they leave her brain.
She dons a messy ensemble
and is missing a
prominent front tooth.
Her first name coincides
with her drug of choice.
And everyone can tell.
But despite reservations
and incomplete thoughts,
she manages a
mumbled confession:
I'm fucked up.
And I want to change.
My name is Meghan -
which, in no way,
mirrors my mistakes.
My weight is average
and my sentences
still make sense.
I have 28 teeth, and
-according to my dentist-...
704 reads
15 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
1st Feb 2012 4:45am
1st Feb 2012 4:45am
Dinner With Dad
My dad has a glass
of wine with dinner:
California Chardonnay
and Chicken Cordon Bleu:
A winning combination
if there ever were one.
I don a false smile, but
decline a taste of either,
disappear upstairs for
a taste of something stronger
to curb my (lack of) appetite
and tame my cocaine buzz.
Jose Cuervo waits
in all his golden glory.
One shot with a whisk of water
reminds me that I should not
be doing this alone.
But I don't know where he is.
And I don't know where she went. ...
of wine with dinner:
California Chardonnay
and Chicken Cordon Bleu:
A winning combination
if there ever were one.
I don a false smile, but
decline a taste of either,
disappear upstairs for
a taste of something stronger
to curb my (lack of) appetite
and tame my cocaine buzz.
Jose Cuervo waits
in all his golden glory.
One shot with a whisk of water
reminds me that I should not
be doing this alone.
But I don't know where he is.
And I don't know where she went. ...
145 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Jan 2012 2:54am
31st Jan 2012 2:54am
American Beauty
She sure is a princess
green-eyed and auburn-haired
full-lipped and sun-dipped
blue jeans so rightly paired
with a gum-pop and tight top
cut in all the right places
eliciting longing stares
on all the boys faces.
But her eyes fall on one
who takes her for granted
she walks towards him shyly
in lust and enchanted.
And I want to say STOP!
You could do SO much better.
But I suppose she could say the same to me.
So I stand back ... and let her.
green-eyed and auburn-haired
full-lipped and sun-dipped
blue jeans so rightly paired
with a gum-pop and tight top
cut in all the right places
eliciting longing stares
on all the boys faces.
But her eyes fall on one
who takes her for granted
she walks towards him shyly
in lust and enchanted.
And I want to say STOP!
You could do SO much better.
But I suppose she could say the same to me.
So I stand back ... and let her.
121 reads
3 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
26th Jan 2012 4:37am
26th Jan 2012 4:37am
42 Down
I waltzed in at 8AM -
giddy from your goodbye kiss
and an oversized shot of cocaine.
My mom was at the kitchen counter
with a cup of coffee
and the Sunday crossword.
She glanced up at my arrival -
but didn't bother to ask
where I'd been;
why my eyes were so red;
why my outfit didn't make
any sense for 8AM.
She simply gestured to
the seat beside her,
shifted the newspaper page
so we both could see.
She shied her eyes away from
the hole at the...
giddy from your goodbye kiss
and an oversized shot of cocaine.
My mom was at the kitchen counter
with a cup of coffee
and the Sunday crossword.
She glanced up at my arrival -
but didn't bother to ask
where I'd been;
why my eyes were so red;
why my outfit didn't make
any sense for 8AM.
She simply gestured to
the seat beside her,
shifted the newspaper page
so we both could see.
She shied her eyes away from
the hole at the...
202 reads
6 Comments
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