If You Care At All About Good Poetry, Just Read Mine. Poem by Meghan Rhy

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.
To me life is chaotic, but saine.
We can't realy have controll over what comes out.
We just speak in the moment of what we feel.
Noone ever understanding what's been revealed.
Confusing yet frustrating, how do you deal?
If everything is sealed, how can you yeild?
Stop the pain, stop the words..
the ones that we've allready hurd.
An yet sweet, an brutal memories,
playing the rewind game
seeing it over and over again,
like it might as well be framed.
Its like the past tearing your heart apart
just ripping it to shreds
hanging this framed memory
to force your broken eyes to
look at it again and again
never knowing when,
your bodys ready to give up.
But Its time to sit up, and take it!
No more head in my hands, my life is all waisted.
My hopes, well I got to stop chasing.
Your lies I cant erase them
The cold hand is'nt there to help me up and make it.
Im alone this time, but theres a question in my heart.
Lord why can't I face it?
You may be sitting there
trying to figure out what my words are all about
But im so mixed up I don't even know!
Its like a strong wrighting abillity, with out a brain.
Just words like I said, this is just how I feel
never understanding, even when there revealed...