Meghan Poems

there is a strange glow about the night tonite...or morning...whichever has gone or arrived first
I am tired but restless and have felt hollow for some time now
moving towards something or away from nothing, it is hard to say what I have become more accustomed to
it's like asking which do you like more: sunset or sunrise?
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brain cells constricting, alcohol restricting mental stimulation
configuring pathways to elation, neural striations rotating and changing the natural arrangement (placement)
suffocate your conscience and choke out morality
blind your mind's eye so it cannot see
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the u.v. light filters it's rays onto me, I've got seasonal affliction disorder and the sore need for sleep
the digital heart beat, the mechanical breath
vacant mindscape reels as each foot follows the escalator step
time share relationships, industrialized feelings
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we drink bottled water cause we think it's good for us
we've forgotten the Earth that gave birth to us
here's a hose and a funnel, make me a beer bong
lookin for the light at the end of this tunnel,
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all of the truth that chases me down and
swallows me whole in my dreams
regurgitates me for the coming day
to leave hope like shreds of ribbons
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I could see the black of night smeared in your eyes
your smile tells a story clothed under the skies
I wish I would've known, answered the phone
I would've walked all night till you wanted to stop
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our egos run deep and our emotions shallow
lack of love leaves our hearts pale and sallow
the world within your eyes seems hollow
these exteriors are foolish sharades
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the hills lit up with a glimmer of the sun
the warm hello of the morning
luminizing the stark white snow
the beating of the northern wind
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the slightest touch makes the senses flitter
nerves shaking cold endless shiver
pricking hairs, breath dancing on dew
condensation of skin drips
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