Biography of Meghan Rhy
Hey everyone! My name is Meghan. I am 15 years old. I grew up in Malden mass, not to far from Boston. I grew up with just a single mom because my dad was an alcahoilic, sadly. When I was seven, I moved to a small town in mass called Wilmington. Never liked it much. The people here are boring, probably because this town is boring! ! I mean some days I want to run away because I feel it suffocates me haha. Always been a girl with a strong heart and strong will to go places in life. Even when Im not sure of myself. Always had big dreams of being a singer, or wrighter. I guess you can say Im pretty bigg headed. I am in the process of trying to record an album on my own. Anyways, I love to sing, its been my passion since i was 3 years old. Allthough, I have found a deep compassion for wrighting too. I just absolutly dont know what I would do with out a pen and notebook! You can read that in the way I describe it in some of my poems. I have notebooks old and some new. Filled with poetry of my life. I only have two poems on this website right now, but will deffinetly be posting more SOON! I hope everyone that visits this website, gets a chance to see my work, and enjoys it! Feel free to leave me comments on them to tell me what you think. Also feel free to Email me at firstname.lastname@example.org thank you, god bless.
Meghan Rhy's Works:
None yet, However I hope to have on published someday!
Meghan Rhy Poems
i qut an a additcion. fiction or non fiction. you can always find me sitting there with my pen
time is running away from me. I look at a clock when i wake up in the morning. It says 9a.m I look at the clock again,
I have a pen in my hand. The feelinq makes me qo out of controll! Wriqhtinq fits deep inside my soul. Mind spinninq like crazy,
If You Care At All About Good Poetry, Ju...
The word flow, is the perfect word to describe the way my emotions run. Deeper than the blood in my veins, but stronger than the motion of an ocean wave.
The Ugly Discolored Leaf In Autom
Theres chaos all over this fucking place! Its not just me who sees that one particular leave struggle to change into that fire red glow. Its not just me who watches them grow,
My Love Is Gone With The Waves Forever
Here I am, sitting on the beach. Watching the waves move closer to me, I can only see your face. Those eyes that sparkle with joy,
I have a pen in my hand.
The feelinq makes me qo out of controll!
Wriqhtinq fits deep inside my soul.
Mind spinninq like crazy,
waitinq for each deep thouqht
to be canviced on a blank page like a work of art.
Tellinq me wriqht this down, no wriqht that down first!
I cant seem to put my thouqhts in the wriqht words,
frustrates me untill each paqe qets crushed!