tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13743496698250963142024-03-13T05:11:28.182-06:00One WayMegan Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09092784631258679504noreply@blogger.comBlogger247125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374349669825096314.post-68640008940228102112016-01-19T20:07:00.001-07:002016-01-19T20:07:33.572-07:00Goodbye This blog has been nothing<br />
but a magical dream for me<br />
these past six years.<br />
<br />
It is now time to say goodbye.<br />
I've found somewhere new<br />
and special to write.<br />
<br />
Noting contaminated with<br />
was and has beens.<br />
<br />
If anyone does ever read this,<br />
and is interested in continued<br />
writing<br />
let me know.<br />
<br />
Hopefully you know how to get<br />
ahold of me.<br />
<br />
Blessings and love to all<br />
those who inspired me to write.<br />
I hope I didn't write a hateful post about you<br />
Thanks for the forgiveness<br />
<br />
xoxo<br />
<br />
MeganMegan Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09092784631258679504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374349669825096314.post-54633193403446073392015-12-21T11:57:00.002-07:002015-12-21T11:57:36.124-07:00Recent Events Due to recent events<br />
I plan to write on this blog<br />
as LITTLE as POSSIBLE<br />
<br />
For now at least<br />
<br />
Enjoy the last 6 years of my lifeMegan Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09092784631258679504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374349669825096314.post-6657009673354984662015-12-08T16:05:00.000-07:002015-12-09T18:01:48.187-07:00The Longterm Thing For as long as I can remember I have wanted to backpack Europe<br />
Well, I spent 5.5 wonderful weeks abroad and couldn't<br />
have had a more flawless trip.<br />
<br />
Now it's back to the real world and I feel even more lost<br />
then when I left.<br />
I feel like I really know where I am when I'm discovering.<br />
The rest is just motions on motions.<br />
<br />
Now I'm thinking about how to go back to that place<br />
of wanderlust and discovery<br />
<br />
What really scares me though is that you don't<br />
ever spend substantial time with anyone.<br />
You play for a few days and leave.<br />
Find a new fuck buddy,<br />
find new drinking buddies,<br />
and 9 new roommates.<br />
How do you ever maintain a longterm relationship with that?<br />
<br />
Good thing I'm scared as fuck of<br />
all of that.<br />
Sorry folks.<br />
<br />
<br />Megan Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09092784631258679504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374349669825096314.post-10143252497139341512015-12-08T15:52:00.001-07:002015-12-08T15:52:12.436-07:00Lonely Sad YouBefore there was ever a me<br />
or an us,<br />
there was a you.<br />
<br />
A sweet sad you.<br />
A lonely you.<br />
<br />
And now I want to talk to you more then ever,<br />
make sure you are okay,<br />
rub your head and<br />
just hug you with the purest of intentions.<br />
<br />
But there is just a you,<br />
and a me<br />
separate from so many other things<br />
<br />
I wanted to cry today for you<br />
but I couldn't.<br />
<br />
Remember that time we danced under the stars,<br />
the wind swept my bangs across my<br />
pale cold face and you kissed me<br />
through my hair anyways?<br />
<br />
We both had hair stuck to our lips and<br />
we laughed.<br />
We laughed so damn hard we cried.<br />
Then our abs began to shriek and holler<br />
because of overuse<br />
<br />
and laughing was overwhelming<br />
and breathing took concentration<br />
to make sure we stayed stable<br />
and didn't drink too much,<br />
or kiss too much,<br />
or just down right play to much.<br />
<br />
We sure did love to play<br />
like kids hearing reese's bells and<br />
grasping those fifteen minutes of<br />
immense freedom and joy<br />
<br />
gaining calluses on our hands from monkey bars<br />
and running to flip off of tree stumps<br />
and kicking the soccer ball for the final goal before<br />
the bell.<br />
<br />
Remember those times<br />
when it was us<br />
and not lonely sad you<br />
and lonely sad me?<br />
<br />
Good times.<br />
I think I'll pray for you tonight.<br />
<br />Megan Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09092784631258679504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374349669825096314.post-72352724965985255052015-09-29T15:30:00.001-06:002015-09-29T15:30:18.959-06:00Confronted I have just finished a conversation<br />
where I have purposefully left feeling<br />
unworthy, not enough, and powerless<br />
because my machinery is saying that is who I am<br />
<br />
Yet, I know this to be anything but the truth.<br />
<br />
But, I'm sitting in Starbucks (typical)<br />
doing nothing about it but running<br />
racket<br />
after<br />
racket<br />
on everyone.<br />
<br />
I'm not ready to own up and make it stop<br />
My always listening is winning<br />
and now i'm angry.<br />
period.Megan Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09092784631258679504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374349669825096314.post-68578154670234711992015-08-16T14:48:00.001-06:002015-08-16T14:48:34.641-06:00Eraser Goodbye I can't seem to write a paragraph about this<br />
<br />
But it's been a year since Ollie and I<br />
packed bags separately,<br />
hugged awkwardly,<br />
and said goodbye<br />
<br />
He loaded up the moving truck<br />
goodbye furniture<br />
goodbye sam<br />
<br />
I packed my car<br />
hello brother<br />
hello futon<br />
<br />
So much has changed since then<br />
and I can say this;<br />
I have never been happier<br />
and I hope the same for him too<br />
<br />
I hope he finds the world in a girl<br />
who loves every quirk and crevice of him<br />
<br />
Just like I wish to find a man one day<br />
who adores and cherishes me.<br />
<br />
We both deserve that,<br />
we just couldn't be it for each other<br />
<br />
Good luck Ollie.<br />
It's time to erase you.<br />
<br />
<br />Megan Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09092784631258679504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374349669825096314.post-25589314823174566472015-07-16T20:38:00.002-06:002015-07-16T20:38:43.222-06:00On This BlogLately I have felt a little grown out of this blog. I mean blogs aren't really a thing anymore. When I log onto my Blogspot home page i'm following at least 50 blogs, and the only one that is actually updated on a regular basis is <a href="http://www.heynataliejean.com/" target="_blank">Hey Natalie Jean</a>. Let's be honest though, no one actually really reads my posts anymore, and i'm no longer writing to inform all my Facebook friends about the fabulous life i'm living. I'll continue to write for at least a little while longer, but there will probably be some small changes put in place. Have fun searching for them.Megan Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09092784631258679504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374349669825096314.post-27860587118966149632015-07-07T22:14:00.000-06:002015-07-07T22:14:07.694-06:00The Many Places I've Called Home <div>
The following is a list of positive memories I have gathered from each place I have lived in the past eight years. Some very personal, some not so much. Enjoy some of my favorites </div>
<div>
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<br /></div>
<div>
Apartment 2B Home (Rexburg, ID)</div>
<div>
- Writing everything we loved about each other on the milk gallon that was purchased weekly </div>
<div>
- Studying in the quite section of the library next to my boyfriend </div>
<div>
- Playing on a coed futsol league</div>
<div>
- Nightly walks to the park so I could make out with my boyfriend even though we were surrounded by every other Mormon couple plastered to the grass for their individual make out sessions. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
The Basement Home (Rexburg, ID)</div>
<div>
- Sharing one shower with five girls that was made for a midget. I almost had to kneel to have water pour over my head</div>
<div>
- Planning my wedding to Pablo</div>
<div>
- Having a landline that actually rang on occasion</div>
<div>
- Sharing a room with two girls instead of one</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
$325 Rent Home (Rexburg, ID)</div>
<div>
- Waking up each morning to make Pablo lunch for the day </div>
<div>
- Running from the frozen outside to my bed on chilly Sunday afternoons for naps after church </div>
<div>
- Spending Christmas with Pablo in an empty Rexburg and five feet of fresh white snow to play in</div>
<div>
- Making the 30 minute drive to Idaho Falls just to go to Starbucks and sip a warm chai </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
The Elk Grove Pool Party Home (Elk Grove, CA) </div>
<div>
- Having my nieces over weekly to swim at my complex with me</div>
<div>
- Going to the temple with Cameron and Stephanie on an early Saturday morning</div>
<div>
- Purchasing my long haired chihuahua Podi.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
The Mountain Home (Provo, UT)</div>
<div>
- Staring down at all of Utah County from a lush green field while Podi played</div>
<div>
- Walking up steep snowy roads in the winter that my car couldn't climb so I could get home</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
The Branbury (Provo, UT)</div>
<div>
- Sneaking in and out of Pablo's room using his patio so his roommates wouldn't catch me spending the night</div>
<div>
- Catching my roommate Hillary borrowing my clothes daily </div>
<div>
- Long conversations with my very European roommate Jelka</div>
<div>
- Longboarding down Provo Canyon at any hour of the day </div>
<div>
- Walking to Alex's apartment on Saturday mornings just to sit in bed and talk </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
The Audrey Home (Logan, UT) </div>
<div>
- Placing every stupid thing we said on a postcard and taping it to our living room wall </div>
<div>
- Enjoying homemade dinner by Audrey every Wednesday while we watched Modern Family on the big screen on campus</div>
<div>
- Walking the dreaded steps up Old Main hill to get to class while others turned it into their personal mountain </div>
<div>
- Taking that last minute trip to Las Vegas for Thanksgiving and walking the strip from start to finish</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Tere's Home (Tehuacan, Mexico) </div>
<div>
- Taking Sunday walks around the city with Gina while we photographed the world around us </div>
<div>
- Playing soccer with the locals every Tuesday evening</div>
<div>
- Walking to my favorite taco stand every night.</div>
<div>
- Long talks around the long wooden table in Tere's kitchen</div>
<div>
- Skype dates with Tennessee </div>
<div>
- Walking home in the flooded streets of Tehuacan </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
The Boat House (Logan, UT)</div>
<div>
- Moving a living room wall just to get to my hidden bedroom </div>
<div>
- Sneaking up the creaky staircase to Brandon's room just to snuggle at night</div>
<div>
- Listening to the Sound Of Music coming from Cia's room at all hours of the day </div>
<div>
- Meeting Gibbs for burritos at Beto's on Sunday's at midnight</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
The Yellow Home (Piura, Peru) </div>
<div>
- Taking showers in the middle of the day for hope of a drop of warm water</div>
<div>
- Doing laundry by hand with 311 blazing in my ears </div>
<div>
- Making the biweekly trip to downtown Piura to Skype with Oliver</div>
<div>
- Befriending a stray dog and watching her raise her pups in a cardboard box </div>
<div>
- Riding in the back of a truck to the beach </div>
<div>
- Walking to Starbucks in the hot sun for free wifi </div>
<div>
- Manchu Picchu </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
The Forget Me Not Home (Logan, UT)</div>
<div>
- Coming home to find my roommate and her friends playing live folk music in the living room </div>
<div>
- Going through the endless boxes of stuff left from previous tenets </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Ollie and I's First Home (Logan, UT)</div>
<div>
- Skateboarding to the grocery store just to buy candy bars</div>
<div>
- Walking around the Mormon Tabernacle on warm summer nights </div>
<div>
- Constantly refilling our ridiculous water fan that never cooled anything or anyone </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
The 2 Month Home (Orem, UT)</div>
<div>
- Painting at Color Me Mine with Oliver and Mehul </div>
<div>
- Leaving suddenly and screwing our landlord over</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
The Final Home (Murray, UT) </div>
<div>
- Purchasing Sam from the Humane Society one Saturday morning </div>
<div>
- Spending Friday evenings after work at Gracie's </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Nate's Home (Salt Lake City, UT) </div>
<div>
- Waking up to fresh pancakes and Luke pounding on my bedroom door for breakfast every Sunday Morning</div>
<div>
- Dinner at the Copper Onion with anyone </div>
<div>
- Watching Survivor with Nate </div>
<div>
- Weekend sibling dates with my brothers </div>
<div>
- My beautiful commute up to Park City </div>
<div>
- Sunday Brunch with Michael </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Current Home (Galt, CA)</div>
<div>
- Evening chats over a glass of wine or bottle of cider</div>
<div>
- Saturday morning coffee in the backyard oasis </div>
<div>
- Dinner on the patio with friends and family </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
I still think the best is yet to come. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
</div>
Megan Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09092784631258679504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374349669825096314.post-53982476752513944082015-07-05T14:19:00.002-06:002015-07-05T14:19:27.860-06:00Memories I was looking through some old files and found a paper I wrote back in college consisting of a series of distinct memories in my life. I thought I would share one.<br />
<br />
"Megan?" My fragile Grandma called. "Can you do me a favor? I need you to feed your mother this melon. Just give her one at a time," her wrinkled hands shaking, pointed towards the bowl of melon placed on the rust colored tile countertops. I quickly grabbed the stained plastic bowl, a fork and headed down the dark narrow alleyway leading to my parent's room. Mom lay there quietly and smiled when I walked in. I pranced around the foot of the bed and sternly sat down nudging my bum back and forth back and forth in order to be far enough along the bed that my simple feet could dangle in content. I stabbed my first piece of ripened cantaloupe and gracefully placed it into her mouth. While I waited for her to chew I joined in the festivities of deliciousness and speared myself a piece of melon. I bit down and the sweet juices emerged to every crack and fold of my mouth. I grabbed another piece and fed it to my Mom then quickly replenished my own mouth.Megan Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09092784631258679504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374349669825096314.post-63914388008688204572015-06-28T13:07:00.000-06:002015-06-28T13:07:00.368-06:00Pretty Okay I told someone this week that I was pretty okay.<br />
I was so pissed afterwards<br />
I'm not pretty okay!<br />
I'm fantastic!<br />
<br />
Sorry for misleading you!<br />
The world is my oyster<br />
and my cute brain couldn't be happier about it.Megan Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09092784631258679504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374349669825096314.post-12858467720101023332015-06-22T19:53:00.000-06:002015-06-22T19:53:43.997-06:00What Would You Do? What would you do if you knew you could not fail?<br />
<br />
Would you jump off the barn into that stack of hay,<br />
or would you sneak out your bedroom window for a goodnight kiss?<br />
<br />
And what would you do if you knew you would fail?<br />
<br />
Would you still show up to the audition yelling<br />
"I think I can!" in your head?<br />
Or, would you still slide your phone number over on a napkin,<br />
wink, and walk away?<br />
Probably not.<br />
<br />
Life is the biggest jokester sometimes.<br />
You never truly know what you might get<br />
Pass or fail<br />
<br />
Do you remember that time when you told me<br />
that I was the gosh darn prettiest thing you had ever seen?<br />
You looked at me like I was a final three point shot in an<br />
NBA final,<br />
like I was a peach tree that just produced my first fruit,<br />
and like I was the only face that existed in a sea of<br />
green eyes and brown hair.<br />
<br />
Boy do I miss that look. What would I have done<br />
if I knew we could not fail?<br />
<br />
Baby, I'm missing you, and I hope you're missing me.<br />
I sit outside at night and just stare at my feet<br />
thinking "I could walk to you." or 'You could walk to me."<br />
Isn't that a thing? <br />
But it's not because I live in a country town avoiding country things<br />
and who the hells knows where you live. Maybe in a city,<br />
or a town, the ghetto, or way out in the boondocks.<br />
Probably not walking distance<br />
<br />
But I will tell you this.<br />
We can go on walks together<br />
shoot, we could chase the moon together and I don't think I'll ever<br />
get tired of the way you place your hand around my waist<br />
or the way you push my hair behind my ear<br />
just so you can stare.<br />
Look into my eyes and watch<br />
basketballs go flying through the midnight sky<br />
like astroids trying to catch the blazing epic sun<br />
<br />
Our steps would go one, two, one, two<br />
and I would salsa, and sing<br />
typical me<br />
And you would shake your lack of hips<br />
and bite your lips<br />
<br />
Well at least that's how I imagine it will be<br />
Here's to praying that life turns organic<br />
that when the clock strikes midnight<br />
and the planets align,<br />
that I meet you, and we succeed.<br />
<br />Megan Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09092784631258679504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374349669825096314.post-90889931040337644142015-06-18T00:07:00.000-06:002015-06-18T00:07:01.065-06:00In That Case...I have had so much to say lately, that I can't even fathom about putting it on this blog. To much information. So, in that case, here are some recent thoughts.<br />
<br />
-Northwest! Northwest! Northwest!!<br />
-Sex<br />
- Road trips<br />
- Weather that requires a rain jacket<br />
-Photographing the sunrise everyday<br />
-Europe<br />
-The idea of living off of a credit card<br />
- Writing confidently<br />
- Avoiding conversations<br />
- My brothers<br />
-Alcohol consumption<br />
-Sex :0<br />
-Obligation vs responsibility vs success<br />
- Really living the life I want<br />
<br />
I'm working on it all.<br />
<br />Megan Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09092784631258679504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374349669825096314.post-63171171143838053462015-06-12T00:10:00.000-06:002015-06-12T00:10:00.856-06:00Brothers I must say that I had a perfect night with my brothers. <div>
Good food and laughs, </div>
<div>
NBA finals</div>
<div>
soccer in the basement, </div>
<div>
lots of shoving and pushing</div>
<div>
The "You should have never left!" comments </div>
<div>
and long lasting hugs. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Boy have I missed these men. </div>
<div>
and </div>
<div>
Boy have I missed Utah. </div>
<div>
Now I'm wondering why I left. </div>
Megan Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09092784631258679504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374349669825096314.post-17633983307540509122015-06-06T19:12:00.001-06:002015-06-06T19:12:30.356-06:00Child Kisses Yesterday I found out that my last living grandparent passed away. <div>
It was semi expected </div>
<div>
and for the most part painless </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
It was weird</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
I said goodbye to her earthly body months ago </div>
<div>
and hope to one day get to know her outside of </div>
<div>
"Well, when you were a baby you never wanted to spend time with me. </div>
<div>
Your mom was sick and you only wanted her." story. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
The only thing I imagined yesterday was </div>
<div>
Mom hugging her mom,</div>
<div>
then me gripping my mom.</div>
<div>
in white. </div>
<div>
Like a celestial room,</div>
<div>
with double mirrors, </div>
<div>
and fresh flowers,</div>
<div>
and old ladies everywhere </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
I don't know what happens after life,</div>
<div>
but I do know that I believe in it</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
As a child when I would kneel </div>
<div>
by my bedside and roll back and forth </div>
<div>
from side to side so as not to push carpet lines </div>
<div>
into my tender knees</div>
<div>
I would ask God to give </div>
<div>
Mom,</div>
<div>
Grandpa,</div>
<div>
Kelli, </div>
<div>
and</div>
<div>
Luke </div>
<div>
kisses. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
I would blow them each out individually. </div>
<div>
One, two, three, and four. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
I think I'll add another two this evening </div>
<div>
for my two grandmas that I have lost </div>
<div>
in the past year. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Let's see if I even pray. </div>
<div>
Until then. </div>
Megan Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09092784631258679504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374349669825096314.post-47036103746224031872015-06-01T00:51:00.000-06:002015-06-01T00:51:00.535-06:00Language Excuse my language.<br />
<br />
Fuck Megan,<br />
You are better then this!<br />
<br />
<br />Megan Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09092784631258679504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374349669825096314.post-46170349290909851392015-06-01T00:45:00.000-06:002015-06-01T00:45:34.292-06:00Rock Me to Sleep Will You? Well, I'm doing it again.<br />
<br />
I just returned home from another<br />
over the top weekend in the city of<br />
Lost Angeles.<br />
<br />
I regretfully packed my bags,<br />
and jumped on my once again<br />
delayed plane back to the<br />
City Of Trees.<br />
Painfully.<br />
<br />
Not that I want to live in LA<br />
I can hardly see myself there,<br />
but I'm in my lonely phase.<br />
<br />
I'm pushing everyone away that cares about me.<br />
I'm telling myself that I am strong, that I<br />
have always been alone,<br />
that I don't need them.<br />
I got this.<br />
<br />
It's total bullshit, and I know it.<br />
<br />
But here I am near tears<br />
hoping that William Fitzsimmons<br />
will rock me to sleep.<br />
<br />
I'm thinking about running<br />
and it sounds so sweet.Megan Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09092784631258679504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374349669825096314.post-39071241632242934302015-05-19T23:51:00.000-06:002015-05-19T23:51:54.271-06:00Billy the Musical Music is one of the very few things <div>
in this world that remind me that i'm human. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
When I think about why I'm here my brain </div>
<div>
becomes cloudy. </div>
<div>
Religion? God? </div>
<div>
Well Yes, I've always known that </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
But where does truth live, and who says </div>
<div>
what you say is truth and what I say is not? </div>
<div>
Who says that this is not real, not full expression, </div>
<div>
not authenticity? Who says? </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
You see, music makes me human because it possesses </div>
<div>
me without ever talking to me. </div>
<div>
Music never yells, </div>
<div>
and it makes me cry. </div>
<div>
Boy does it make me cry</div>
<div>
Usually on long car rides</div>
<div>
alone</div>
<div>
when i'm so insanely happy my cheeks hurt from</div>
<div>
rambunctious smiles </div>
<div>
or so incredibly alone that five people don't answer their </div>
<div>
phones in a row</div>
<div>
and my eyes droop to the back of my head with silence. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Today I heard a song and imagined sweet sweaty hands holding </div>
<div>
my small round head singing it to my perfectly chapped perfection lips</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Then I sat next to an artist and we harmonized over ukuleles </div>
<div>
and skittles </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Music has me so strung out that I could model my whole existence off of it</div>
<div>
Become a musical and dedicate my life to it. </div>
<div>
Have a dream and say "I'm Fantine! Now let me sing!" </div>
<div>
Then Die. </div>
<div>
I hate that Fantine dies. She was such an important part to Jean </div>
<div>
and his future, their future. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
I'm sorry if you don't get my references by the way. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Thanks Billy Pilgrim for being you. </div>
<div>
Reference again. </div>
<div>
Sorry </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
But at the end of the day, I look at myself and am so god damn </div>
<div>
happy that i'm not strung out on perfection, </div>
<div>
that I don't fully know what I believe,</div>
<div>
that life is not close to a curtain call </div>
<div>
and that pretty pictures and laughs, </div>
<div>
and especially music make me human. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Thank goodness for that</div>
<div>
and to the opportunity for moments to be stuck in time. </div>
<div>
Thanks Billy. </div>
Megan Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09092784631258679504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374349669825096314.post-4479668985673518112015-05-06T22:56:00.000-06:002015-05-06T22:56:05.175-06:00The FloorWhen I find myself most alone<br />
and vulnerable,<br />
I find myself on the floor<br />
<br />
If i'm ever sitting on the floor with you<br />
i'm uncomfortable about something<br />
and it doesn't have to be a bad thing,<br />
it can be a very good thing.<br />
It's just a thing.<br />
<br />
Ask me.<br />
I probably won't tell you<br />
but go ahead,<br />
ask me.<br />
Now that you know my secret<br />
<br />
Floors are my friend<br />
Sometimes the comfort of a<br />
hard chilling wood floor<br />
is exactly what I need for the sweat<br />
pouring off of my brow<br />
streaming down my oily face<br />
to that chilling wood floor<br />
<br />
I'm so uncomfortable right now<br />
so I'm sitting on the floor<br />
criss cross<br />
apple sauce<br />
ankles bruised<br />
sloppy hair<br />
black eyes<br />
saggy sweats<br />
shaking hands<br />
running nose<br />
screaming voices<br />
vulnerable<br />
<br />
Just waiting for this floor to wrap<br />
his wet skin bone arms around me and<br />
eat me up<br />
I love the floor<br />
<br />Megan Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09092784631258679504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374349669825096314.post-18589868697374549442015-04-27T23:47:00.001-06:002015-04-27T23:47:15.007-06:00Stops There comes a time in everyones life where<br />
time stops<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
it just stops.<br />
period.<br />
<br />
For me, my time stopped this past weekend<br />
I couldn't have been surrounded by more beauty<br />
then if God himself walked in the fields next to me<br />
<br />
The moss covered trees shined green all weekend<br />
and welcomed me into their arms like they were calling<br />
me to their home for dinner.<br />
<br />
The waterfalls pounded with such brute force that<br />
black rock walls faded into beautiful carved stone art<br />
sharp as isicles and pretty as fresh flesh<br />
<br />
Then you felt the mist and the rain,<br />
the wetness<br />
of being alive and being real,<br />
and singing till your lungs give out<br />
and your stomach aches from that laugh<br />
that makes your teeth shine white.<br />
<br />
It just stops.<br />
<br />
That was my weekend.Megan Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09092784631258679504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374349669825096314.post-14496551985582174032015-04-12T21:16:00.000-06:002015-04-12T21:16:03.986-06:00My Opinion A had an ex that claimed that one of the <div>
reasons we didn't work out was that I wanted </div>
<div>
to travel and he didn't. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
This past weekend this statement pounded my chest </div>
<div>
like I needed to be cracked in two. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Here is the story.</div>
<div>
<div>
I stepped out my door at 6:30 AM </div>
<div>
on Saturday</div>
<div>
with a very simple idea. </div>
<div>
To play for the day at a national park, </div>
<div>
to visit somewhere near by </div>
<div>
and bask in the glory that God placed on the earth. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
My day did not go as planned. </div>
</div>
<div>
After four hours of driving </div>
<div>
I ended up at a dead end</div>
<div>
zero.</div>
<div>
nothing. </div>
<div>
but a wasted four hours. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
I think I laughed so hard I even cried</div>
<div>
I think I listened to so many beautiful songs </div>
<div>
I cried. </div>
<div>
I think I cried because I could and I was alone</div>
<div>
and vulnerable </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
After finding an information center </div>
<div>
I asked if there was anything near by </div>
<div>
the sleepy tourist town I had wondered into.</div>
<div>
I found the beauty that is Mono Lake.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
The Lake...</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
On my way home </div>
<div>
my mind ran rapid past cliffs </div>
<div>
sliding in and out of turns </div>
<div>
like socks on a wood floor. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
The statement cracked me. </div>
<div>
It's not that I wanted to travel and he didn't</div>
<div>
It was the mere fact that I wanted more than simple. </div>
<div>
Simple didn't cut it for me, </div>
<div>
I wanted adventure</div>
<div>
a partner to experience it with, </div>
<div>
and the hope that someone would enjoy </div>
<div>
the beauty of the earth, the great outdoors, </div>
<div>
spending eight countless hours in a car with me </div>
<div>
and still need more. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
I need a partner with an outlook on life that </div>
<div>
tops mine</div>
<div>
That is grateful for everyday given </div>
<div>
and never wants to stop exploring with me</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
I need a partner who can spend all Saturday in the sun</div>
<div>
get drunk with me, make mad love, </div>
<div>
and still not get enough. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
That's why we didn't work out. </div>
<div>
My opinion </div>
<div>
My story. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
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Megan Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09092784631258679504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374349669825096314.post-87557892350894901342015-04-12T04:35:00.000-06:002015-04-12T04:35:13.486-06:00Thank Goodness It is officially 3:30 AM and my mind is racing.<br />
I can't seem to calm it with anything<br />
Some things good, some things questionable<br />
<br />
Thank goodness for Macs,<br />
and Spotify,<br />
and the Internet.Megan Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09092784631258679504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374349669825096314.post-50634961676537634552015-04-02T23:15:00.003-06:002015-04-02T23:33:27.651-06:00John The summer I fell in love with John Mayer<br />
<div>
was the summer my dad took my brothers and I to Europe. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
CD's were still the rage and we had all brought a </div>
<div>
select few to share. </div>
<div>
Nate pulled out Room for Squares. </div>
<div>
First thing, first CD in.</div>
<div>
We listened to it all the way through. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Thus began the next two weeks</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
My dad lusted after City Love, </div>
<div>
we blasted 83, </div>
<div>
and I memorized all the words to </div>
<div>
3X5 and My Stupid Mouth. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Room for Squares was probably the only CD </div>
<div>
that the four of us agreed on. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
My grandma sat in the front seat and </div>
<div>
sun burned her arm from having it float</div>
<div>
out the window,</div>
<div>
whistling the tunes.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
John memorized us into Spain, </div>
<div>
serenaded us into Switzerland, </div>
<div>
and carried us safely back to France. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
I have forgotten the sights and smells </div>
<div>
of the cities we visited, </div>
<div>
but I don't think I'll ever listen to John </div>
<div>
and not think of my first European adventure. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Until next time John. </div>
<div>
Thanks for singing me to sleep tonight. </div>
Megan Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09092784631258679504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374349669825096314.post-89838864277037886382015-04-02T22:58:00.005-06:002015-04-02T23:03:12.666-06:00Editing You should know that If I ever say that I'm editing<br />
or writing drafts,<br />
you'll never read it!<br />
<br />
Just an FYI. :)Megan Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09092784631258679504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374349669825096314.post-55406013365095097842015-03-29T20:14:00.000-06:002015-03-29T20:14:06.988-06:00Sunday Afternoon Brain Recent Thoughts:<br />
<br />
<ul>
<li>April 29th is creeping up and it's starting to haunt me</li>
<li>I should start shooting B&W film again </li>
<li>Kurt Vonnegut always knows what to say </li>
<li>Where can I go skydiving again? </li>
<li>PDX</li>
<li>What is my next tattoo? </li>
<li>Leanne's 60th birthday </li>
<li>Feeling a little SLC homesick </li>
<li>Camping and bonfires </li>
<li>Budget for Thailand </li>
<li>Home decor? </li>
<li>ERAC career options </li>
<li>What is my dream job? </li>
<li>I didn't do my Landmark HW again</li>
<li>Visiting Sea-Town </li>
<li>Writing on this damn blog </li>
<li>Sex </li>
</ul>
<div>
Damit! </div>
Megan Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09092784631258679504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1374349669825096314.post-4025131685160989652015-03-18T23:29:00.000-06:002015-03-18T23:29:10.393-06:00What I Wouldn't Give What I wouldn't give for a few<br />
secret things tonight.<br />
Boy, what i wouldn't give.<br />
<br />
Guess we'll never find out.<br />
<br />
<br />Megan Mariehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09092784631258679504noreply@blogger.com0