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What if life is a battle ground

We fight for faith and for voice

And the world itself is turned against us

In unpredictable formation

Near impossible to stand our ground

Against relativism and realism

They shoot us down with facts and stats

Leaving us arguing on a hope

Prove that God exists, they jeer

Then find “real” explanations

About how miracles are “science”

And “science” makes much more sense than

“miracles”

But why should we believe

The world is made of atoms so small

They are intangible—yet are made of

Nuclei and electrons and protons

And not believe that there is a God

Who created us on purpose, for a purpose

And knows our names and our faces

And cares enough to create

Things that we can see

But no, they argue

An accident, a coincidence

A meteor hitting the face of the rock

That is now Earth

Because that is more believable

But no, they go on

If there was a “God” who was “Good”

Why would there be

Pain and suffering

You people, you “Christians”

Have been persecuted and killed

And mocked by science

Why would someone with that power

Let someone like “Satan” thrive

And let there be hurt

Over the hill, comes the reply

There lies a land

Untouched by human eye

A land that we call perfection

And we get there by Choice

Ah, they counter

But there is no such place

Science has proved nothing of the sort

My friend, “science” has been here

For just a handful of years

When God has dated back

Before the world began

Of course “science” hasn’t proved anything

Yet

Do you really think that so many would die

For something as absurd as “God”

If He didn’t really exist

Do you really think it’s easier to believe

That people give their lives

For something that “might” be real

But in truth, is only an illusion

Think outside the boundaries

Think outside of science

Think to the girl whose life has

Shattered

A million shards stored in a locket

Close to her heart

A hope that she can no longer

Cling to

It is intangible

But it is there

And she hopes and she prays

For God to answer

But He doesn’t

At least not in the Voice she expects

So you drop your hope

Prove that He doesn’t exist

Or doesn’t care

But really, you’ve just looked

In all the wrong places

His answer isn’t a Word

It’s something harder to prove wrong

It’s a real, tangible person

It’s just that you can’t see her

Because God doesn’t do “publicity”

Like your science does

Because He has nothing greater than Himself

To prove wrong

–Megan

On Youth

Dear cousin—stay young

knowledge is a burden

that doesn’t balance well with

Truth and faith

there is no way to go back

once you realize

Trust must be earned

and Obedience is mandatory

whether it’s bedtime

or arranged marriage

your Innocence will chip away

just by living

so don’t assist it

you can’t control what you hear

so watch what you say

a Threat, a Lie

whether you ‘flip the bird’

or ‘bite your thumb’

it all shapes you

Life is fast

seconds drag but hours fly

grab ribbons of its gown

as it passes

and lay them out

because each of them matters

every detail is your life

see how vivid

time is and focus

on one Piece

Memorize it

make it Yours

because you still own your own life

a bead doesn’t have to be itself

it’s a green ladybug without spots

Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise

Love is not what they say it is

keep handing out

I-love-you’s like hard candy

love isn’t made to be reserved

for one person

give hugs instead of accusations

because that’s what the world needs

what they tell you doesn’t matter

yet

find a rose

and name it Romeo

because You can

you haven’t discovered

any importance in names

because you only see the petals

never the Thorns

Don’t decide too quickly

hate is full of gaps

be finished before you move on

memorize the moment

finish the dance before

learning his name

hang on tight before

seeing the drop

the world will tell you to ask “why”

before you even finish hearing the “what”

but remember

Understanding is nothing

compared to Experiencing

You are still free

ignorance isn’t bad

knowledge is a chain

tying you down to reality

you can still fly

so Unfurl your wings

--Megan

Bucketlist

A video I made with some of my pictures.  These are a few goals to live by.  Bucketlist

more than words can say (For Writers)

there is a world

outside of storybooks

outside of ink

on stark white page

something that can not

be captured

in any net of words

no matter how tight

the knots

--Megan 

A Word from a Bumblebee

we are all Underestimated

Shoved into groups

and Statistics

told not to move

so that nobody has to reEvaluate

That requires work

crammed into Boxes

the size of two fists

Pressed together

The apparent size of

simple, understandable brains

boxes are organized

rows, patterns, stripes

whatever They deem fit

a Smirk down noses

too high in the Air

they call us Numbers

and numbers. don’t. talk.

Period.

here, We separate

because You accept the fates

in Your mind, they makes sense

but all You know

are the facts they have

courteously taught You

you don’t Jump

because you can’t Fly

a fact—yes?

have you tried

fact is what you Make it

they have no say

they tell you a Wrong answer

is Bad. a Mistake.

but what is “right”

the opposite of Left

Both eventually lead you

where you want to go

It’s the experience—

the Story—

that matters

you made the Journey

the arrival is already known

what story do you have

inside the two-fist Box

It may be the size of your brain

but could anything that

Small possibly contain

all of your Ideas

told to “think Outside the box”

told that it is Hard

but the box is Rigid

—small—

there’s a whole

World outside

Ignore their “right”

take your Left

Get out of the box

breathe some Lighter air

Find that summit

and look down at the Pattern

The pattern that told you

Your Wings Are Too Small

let those wings spread

and Make the underSide

of the Sky

don’t be afraid to fly

--Megan

Cinderella

She double checks the lock

On the bathroom door

And twirls again

Like she did on that dance floor,

Her prince in her arms.

A thousand flashing lights

Turning the world into hundreds

Of still-images, a flip book.

Music drumming the floorboards

Begging her feet to dance, jump, spin

Anything but stand still.

So she doesn’t—

She dances barefoot in front of the mirror,

Loving her own beauty—

Loving her own grace.

And when the fantasy fades away

She pauses in front of her reflection,

Lost in a bitter-sweet ending.

All nights must strike midnight—

Nothing will last past the bell.

And it has already rung.

--Megan

Jokes

Life is a joke to her,

            He announces in a voice

                        Steeped in superiority

I smile through the truth

            Knowing he fell for the lie

                        And bitter that he couldn’t see otherwise

Yes—life is a joke

            A cruel one that never ends

                        And has no punch line

It lashes at each in turn

            As others laugh at the hilarity

                        And don’t notice the tears

We play along

            We do as it says

                        And some of us—we laugh

But the joke keeps on going

            Despite the dying grins

                        Fading as people drop away

I laugh because

            It is that or crying

                        And mocking overrules giving up

I’ve never heard

            A joke so serious,

                        So willing to kill its listeners

But, sure, say

            Life is a joke

                        And I will laugh


By Megan

Confessions

What have I come to?

I’m trying to glare a confession

from the ceiling

an apology

out of the wall.

I’m daring the door to open

and the bookcase to fall.

And yet I jump at every noise.

So this is what life is.


By Megan

Tricks

One hides himself with magic tricks

            Another with logic and shapes

She keeps her voice fast so that

            Her cover will not break

He’s alone and crowds gather in the gaps

            Facts prove the world is sane

Her father died and not yet

            Has she forgotten the pain

The world is harsh to those of skin

            So to armor it turns hard

But all it takes is eyes and ears

            To shatter the walls to shards

A card will slip from his deck

            A fact will prove untrue

A word escapes and makes her stutter

            Vulnerability suddenly made new

The world will learn and it will judge

            Their armor shall rust away

But what will remain of the broken worlds

            That behind their walls, decay?

She writes to hide the truth of things

            And to make the bitter sweet

But Truth remains in words of lead

            That renders lies obsolete


by Megan