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megzegzoo

Canada

A teenage wannabe awash in metaphors. I kind of breathe arts which is convenient because I'm no longer good at math. Primarily a songwriter/poet but (very) slowly attempting to write fiction!

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I want to someday call myself the creator of pieces that people find beauty, enjoyment, or healing in (since those are my justifications for staring at blank documents until my brains ooze out my nostrils)

"How strange it is to be anything at all" - jeff mangum, neutral milk hotel

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word garden 2

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I perched alone today on tires
full of water and webs
sat in moon shoes, fried brain-wires
(my right mind sometimes ebbs)
today it doesn’t shout for attention
today, neither do I
today I don’t want to water the garden;
today I’d rather cry.

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it’s like...
     it’s like
losing an arm,
losing you is
like trying to
swim through the
flora when you’re
allergic to
pollen
     and what
will i do when
he leaves me too.
because you are
supposed to be
the shoulder i
will stain with my
teenage heartbreak
tears.
     darling, have
you really lost
your mind to the
point where you are
no longer in
need of me?
     where
will i shed my ...

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they write books about this (but they leave me out of them)

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Playwrights tire of me
Poets sigh and close their notebooks

You see, this is the stuff
Of top-grossing stories, dear;
I’m just too vapid a character

Besides, my head hurts too much for me
To continue to care.

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Published Work

word garden 2

I perched alone today on tires
full of water and webs
sat in moon shoes, fried brain-wires
(my right mind sometimes ebbs)
today it doesn’t shout for attention
today, neither do I
today I don’t want to water the garden;
today I’d rather cry.

(this is not the end i pictured)

it’s like...
     it’s like
losing an arm,
losing you is
like trying to
swim through the
flora when you’re
allergic to
pollen
     and what
will i do when
he leaves me too.
because you are
supposed to be
the shoulder i
will stain with my
teenage heartbreak
tears.
     darling, have
you really lost
your mind to the
point where you are
no longer in
need of me?
     where
will i shed my
teenage heartbreak
tears
     now that you’ve
abandoned ship?

they write books about this (but they leave me out of them)

Playwrights tire of me
Poets sigh and close their notebooks

You see, this is the stuff
Of top-grossing stories, dear;
I’m just too vapid a character

Besides, my head hurts too much for me
To continue to care.

plagiarism of mercury

With eyes glowing sleepily in hand-me-down sunlight
You can offer a smile and a kiss but
I see right through you, darling.
You long for mundane, 
Pine after sweet but
You’ve no idea I’d welcome rough:
Pierce my belly
Pin me to a wall
                -  Call me “doll” of course  -
If that’s what turns you on
Because for someone so strong,
So full of falsely claimed independence
It’s startling,
How readily I’d let you control me for better
(Or better, for worse)
Ever faced with choices
That I’ve already made
Pretending to mull it over
(Ho and hum for good measure)
Knowing though ever changing
I will forever be the same,
Staring at pointless problems,
Such as how
Mercury is no lover of mine so
I don’t need to justify him on my body  -
But you, Saturn, you
Are on thin ice;
And the only one who can still hold...

“just a headache, it’ll pass”

the sign’s on fire and
no one else is watching

I can’t see from inside my nebula

and soon I’ll be gone  -
                       will you miss me, darling?

Child Narrator

worry

Papa always tells me not to worry. He calls me a worry wart, and laughed his deep crinkly-eyed laugh when I frown at his nickname. I always worry about me and him, worrying whether he will be okay at work and if he really had enough money for the ice cream girls. Sometimes I worry about school, because if my friends ever move away I won't have anyone to play Red Rover with. Papa did help me get over worrying about the weather, though. He taught me to dance in the rain.

I'm getting better with my worrying, Papa says. So I wait in our little house on the fourth floor for him to come home from work, and I do not worry about the bad men I'm afraid of. I don't think of the way they talk to Papa and when he is late I imagine he is finishing up a job, or maybe even visiting the ice cream...

infatuated couplets

I hope to leave raspberry afterthoughts upon your corrupted breath
and if I must die young, please remain unto death 

Dancers will weave through my deadened thoughts
but you stand out among them and tie me in knots

(Look, you’ve made me resort to rhyme)
I’d rather pretend we’re impervious to time

bible paper

Coffee is not quite a defibrillator
Thrifting is for the carefree
But peppermint tea and poetry are perfect for the half-alive

Am I healing or perpetuating?
Am I just a jerk, or a hypocrite, too?

I’ll spill my soul onto scrap paper and earl grey onto new skirts
(Clearly nothing feels better without first getting worse)

My consciousness does not stream
Ebbs, but does not wish to flow
My pretension exceeds my intelligence
And it’s a dangerous facade –
Particularly when the mask becomes your skin
And you no longer know who you were,
Let alone who you are.

I’ve searched for a way to feel complete
But must give up, lest I risk feeling bored
… You don’t seem bored.
Sad, maybe
Perfect, undoubtedly;
Never bored.

But you’re not fooling me
We both know it hurts you to think

Can we set aside a day or two?
Let’s be mindless together,
Just once

apologies

I’m sorry. 
Do not choose to find me insincere  -
I, like anyone,
am familiar with your feeling.
Anyone can be arsenic-tongued
or clumsy-footed
and I can fancy myself a good person;
don the robes of a saint
and elect to paint 
over the ignorance I have been awash in
and they will be none the wiser
because genuinely, I wish to help

though every so often I will slip
or fail to see the tiniest of letterings
in flashes too subtle for the painted eye
too far,
too far

and no embarrassment scalds
like making someone cry 

I’m sorry,
I’m sorry


but that’s never really enough, is it?

Place Poem

july

tent;
lanterns;
an abundance of blankets  -
check.
and in our homemade hideaway
a bible atop a ouija board
full palette of acrylic paints
you, in startlingly scant clothing
the kind of beauty that personifies sleep;
her, who pretends not to care
who will paint her troubles away onto someone else
and bugspray;
potato chips;
an arsenal of candy bars  -
check.
blackened sky, firefly
dreams of glowing golden fields;
a playlist we outgrew last year
just a brief paradise
sleepy paradise
painted, blooming, full of giggles and soda

and an iPhone clock that refuses to stop time.

Open Prompt

dear tooth fairy

i want my baby teeth back
so i can keep them in a jar
and they will serve as undying proof that i walked this earth
even after my fingernails have decomposed

actually, i'd like to write a letter to the tooth fairy  - 
probably best if I don't, though
because I am not the child i was;
my smile is no longer crooked
though my mind is more corrupt
(i prefer to plead not responsible for its destruction)
and the letter would contain less
polite requests and more
"damn you for stealing my artifacts"
how was i to know their worth?

furthermore
how was i to know the unkindness
and the finality of life
even at its beginning?
every first kiss could be my last
every tooth lost could have been one i'd never get back
i'm just lucky they all grew in
(albeit crooked)

dear tooth fairy,
please be real again
and next time you leave cash
under...

(a realization)

It would be so easy to let go and let you have me entirely.

The Unknown

with a wink

    I do not know much about anything; I am undecided on whether I will attend band practice this week and I don't know what I'll be having for dinner. I do not know whether my bucket list will ever be fully checked off, and furthermore I am never entirely sure whether anything on it is something I truly want to do. Which is all very well, but there are things that make me wish I was smarter.
    Perhaps the most irksome subject to feel like an idiot around is philosophy. Soren Kierkegaard is not unfalteringly affable, but a certain charm accompanies the humility with which he carried his intelligence. Me, personally, I'm still trying to figure out how to be either charming or intelligent, let alone both simultaneously. Hence my conclusion that I do not know the mind of Kierkegaard, nor whether I'm okay with being a nihilist at heart (but that's more of a Nietzsche-ism, isn't it). ...

Acrostic Verse

(an acrostic)

History will never remember us
and that's difficult to come to terms with but
i hope you know that you saved my
lonely mind from destruction  -  and that
everything you do is astounding  -  and that you must never doubt that i love you
endlessly

Fraying

I know it’s cliché, but I’ve found that in a way people really are like dolls. So as someone who is known for making dresses to kill time, I don’t know why it surprises me each time I feel like a seamstress tasked with repairing every broken raggedy Ann under the sun.
    This isn’t a complaint letter. I’m good at my job; my ability to be a shoulder to cry on has always been one thing I like about myself. I have thus far been successful in fixing torn seams and sewing broken hearts back together, and my stitches, though crooked, are snug and double-threaded. Naturally, then, my heart broke a little when I was forced to ask myself: what happens when the seamstress begins to fray?
    I spent my most recent summer volunteering, listening to top-volume indie rock whilst touring New York City, and philosophizing knee-deep in a quiet lake with my best friend. The warm weather,...

Aspirations

People keep asking me what I want to be.
And I find I can’t answer for fear that they’ll laugh
Yet here I am telling you anyway
That I want to be the northern lights
So alive that you remember for a moment why you were born
I want to be the summer downpour
That washes tears and mud and sunscreen away
To leave everyone I meet feeling warm and new.
But since I can’t be the world
Nor cradle it to my chest,
I’ll reach for distant stars instead of soil
And have you know
That I really just want to be someone. 

No Pause for Breath

smitten

Are you familiar with the feeling when
the world is no longer turning
and everything on it falls silent
to pay its respects to the beauty of one
small thing it has created
and you join it in its admiration
of something perfect
and all time stops
to savour the moment 
and you realize why you haven’t eaten today
when the butterflies take up every square inch of your stomach
and as hard as you try
you can’t suppress a smile
-  are you familiar with that feeling
i think you must be because
you wrap your heart around it and hand it to me every morning i see you

Walking

editing

    her posture is better than mine, yet i am the dancer. her hips sway, not in a cocky manner, but in one that suggests she is cautiously aware of her worth. her hair falls less ethereal than cherry coke tresses, but shorter - nearly the way he wishes i'd crop my own - and it bounces around her collarbones, and sometimes i hear her singing. and she is beautiful.

    (if she didn't wear heels, i sometimes wonder if he'd go running back.)

    instead he stays. and i study her as a means of knowing what sends him reeling, and of knowing what will make him leave.

Monostitch

tineola bisselliella

i envy you, persistent chaser of light. i hope my favourite sweater tasted nice.

25 Words

the arachnophobe

With a tattered shoe in one trembling hand, the spider thought the girl looked pathetic. That was, of course, the last thing he saw.

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