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wow, okay, so um yeah...i haven't been on here in a while. you can blame my computers' charger cord for snapping in half.

Let go Beauty

Let go Beauty

By: Megan

June 22, 2012

Based on the dream she had

Labyrinth walls high and grassy, grey murky sky, chill in the air, she can see her breath.

At the beginning of the maze is she. Looking around silently. For she heard a noise, as if it was beckoning to her to come and see the mysteries of what lay ahead. Innocent curiosity overwhelms her. A gust of soft coldness brushes back her long, long, blonde curls. She closes her dangerously piercing blue eyes and listens for another sound to help guide her…...

*Crack!!* Eyes spring open, she starts into the labyrinth, following the sudden sound. She follows and searches, twisting around the grassy walls that feel like they’re gazing at her. She sees it, a figure! She catches a glimpse of it’s lower leg and foot disappear into another path a head. With her eyes gravid with the look of suspense, she picks up her pace.

Into a full jog she goes after the shadow figure in the far distance. Every cautious turn she makes, she only sees it’s leg and foot turn corners. There’s no way she’ll catch up to it.

Lungs hurting and stamina depleted, she stops and waits. She closes her eyes again….listening for another sound….footsteps she hears. She can’t make up her mind if they sounded close or far….*rustle, rustle* Cold air goes across her body…..she hears breathing, a soft, steady inhale and exhale….cold breath sweeps her ear and neck….she knows.

BAM! The figure grabs her from behind. On the grassy, mossy ground she struggles under it’s grasp, trying to find a way to leave it’s cold presence. Too afraid to see it’s face, she shuts her eyes as tight as the vault lock to a safe. It’s nails dig into her side, pinning her down so she can’t leave. She feels like a small rabbit, caught in the gruesome path of a notorious killer. Ah, but now she feels the blood of her punctured side flow down her body like water from a shower.

She somehow gets away. Crawling fiercely, trying to get away from this thing she tries and tries! Again it grabs her. This time it’s nails latch onto her right ankle and pull her back to it’s ghastly presence. More blood she feels this time, but from her ankle is where it leaves.

She opens her eyes. Which are now as grey as the sky…the color of defeat. Feeling limp and dead, she looks it in the eyes…..

It’s no monster….

It’s him…..

They lock eyes. He sees it is she….

Slowly, he takes his nails out of her bleeding, broken skin. However, never looking away from her eyes. Too ashamed to know that he had hurt her, he helps her up. Such an innocent memory she was to him.

They stand and face one another. Standing there, she’s confused to why he had all of a sudden showed up in her life again. She thought he had forgotten about her long ago… She knows immediately that she still loves him.

He however, knows he can’t love her. Unfortunately, he belongs to someone else, someone who he’ll never escape…

And out of the lingering cold air and silence, he whispers “I’m so sorry Beauty.” And he pulls her in for a long, meaningful embrace. He wipes the soft, silent tears off of her cheek. Then, just as silently as he had slipped into the labyrinth, he walks away back to the path he had came from. Beauty still stands there, too emotionally and physically hurt to go after him or at least say anything to his figure as he walks away in the grey, murky fog.

She knows she let him go. And she knows she can’t ever have him. So silently she stands, blood dripping from her wounds onto the ground.

She’s alone…and forever she will be.

Let go Beauty.

Wow!

okay, seriously, i can't ever keep a blog going. but because this is the only place i feel comfortable sharing my poems, i'll post my poems on here whenever i remember to.
So i made a 2 page poem this evening. it'll be poste on here in a few minutes. enjoy!

-MeganTheGreat

Much More

I don't want to wake up from this dream that i've dreampt up. I always say i'm okay, but i'm not. I feel like i'm imaginary. It seems like no one really cares. As if i've been given false love my whole life.

I'm not writing this for attention or because i just want someone to say that they care. Because if anyone said that they cared, I'd think they were lieing.

I'll just keep on the path, wondering around. Hopefully while i'm on my journey, I'll run across that soul, those set of arms that i wish to embrace and never let go from.

I really, honestly need someone to love and for them to love me back.

Up ahead on my path, I see a figure. I walk closer and adjust my eyes only to see that it is you. But wait, you could be an illusion; my eyes could be playing tricks on me like they always have. I don't want to reach for your hand If there's a chance you won't grasp it. I'm afraid that i can never tell if you actually mean your words or if you're just playing along with everyone's tormented games of make beleive.

I've told you that i honestly love you. And now i don't want you to run away in shock and uncertainty. You told me that i'm just feeling like any ther teenager in high school.

But in all honesty, it's much more than that.

Escape

Follow me, i'll take you to a place of security and safety, a place where you're actually accepted.

It's a place of quiet dreams and stupedous beauty. Don't be scared, just take my hand.

Let me be your mask, I'll sheild your eyes from the anguish of the world.

I promise I'll hold you in my wings of remourse an sorrow. All you have to do is come with me.

We, together, will find our way to the throne of musics' symphony.

We'll run in it's feilds of comfort and listen to its' soft melodies. Just you and I, me and you.

But we must hurry. We shall not leave the Hunters a trail of our tears to follow. They'll just find us, an we wouldn't want that to happen would we.

It's time for our escape. Hurry up, keep your pace. There! I see it in the distance!.....It's so close......

okay, don't hunt me down in an any mob and storm my house. i know i forgot to post another poem yesterday. so in the hoping to redem myself, i'm going to post the poem today.

- MeganTheGreat

Game Over : the first poem

Game Over

I sit here, wondering if i'll recover. If i'll recover from your vile, putrid actions. You have made me who i am today. You've turned me into my own enemy. I spew out dark radiation like i'm Hades, dark and doubtful. I lurk around and devour the thoughts of inspiration. I tear apart the glory of Olympians only to watch them cry in helplessness at the shreds of their masterpieces.

You, on the other hand, stalk your prey with those stone cold, glassy eyes of yours. You've shown no mercey from the beginning. And i can't beleive that i fell for your little act of remourse.

Although i'll be the first to fall in this battle of hate, it doesn't make you my ruler. This feat won't give you the strength to be my puppeteer.

It does however, give you the ability to say that you've stooped so low as to never be awarded my love again!

Game Over!