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Meg Christiansen Poem
I try, but you don’t care
I cover it up, but you still stare,
I work so hard, to you it doesn’t matter,
You will always judge me, whether I’m skinny or fatter,
My life is like a game show,
everyone watches and stares,
my life is like a game show,
I either get smiles or glares,
“Her face has pimples”
“Shes looks like a freak”
“Her hair is gross”
“She looks super weak”
What they don’t know is their words cause me pain,
but with all of the loss, I still have something to gain,
I gain by losing the people that judge,
I’m the whole ice cream, while you're only the fudge
You're words are the sprinkles, that make the whole treat,
they make my life bad but at the same time complete,
I know you won’t be there to fall back onto,
does that bug me? Not really. I know I’m better than you.
I don’t go around, and judge everyone I see,
I don’t go around and hurt people like me,
I hope you're life ends up well,
even though you’ll end up in a bar and probably smell,
I hope that didn’t offend you, actually I do,
Just payback for all the times I got rude comments from you.
Copyright © Meg Christiansen | Year Posted 2016
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Meg Christiansen Poem
He screams in the dead of night,
I wake up with nothing but fright,
I wish I could help, but I know I can’t,
The thought of him getting better is very scant,
He cries in the day from the pain he is in,
The thoughts from the accident, in my head spin,
I know it’s not my fault but it’s just so hard,
The memories from that day leave me scarred,
I wish things would go back to before,
And the feelings inside me are at war,
I wish I could take all the pain from him,
But the chances of him getting better, are so slim,
it kills me inside every day,
it surrounds me with, a cloud of grey,
I know I can’t help he is now disabled,
everywhere we go, it’s like he is labelled,
To all the drunk drivers, stop it please
you will leave someone praying heartbroken, on their knees
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Meg Christiansen Poem
I see him standing there, ripping every piece of clothing off from himself,
I see him standing there naked, I’m feeling ashamed of myself,
I’m drenched in pearls, rubies, and gold,
he’s standing there naked, wet and cold,
I take it for granted, the clothes that I own,
I have friends, family and money, and he is alone,
I feel so ashamed, of it all,
This world is so big, I am so small,
I need to make a difference, now I realize,
I want to take sadness out of somebody’s eyes,
all it took was one man, naked and afraid,
to show me the reason I have been made,
so stop standing there feeling prideful and great,
Give some of it up, a good life will await
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Meg Christiansen Poem
What is love?
This sentence came to me one day.
What is love?
It’s when my spouse kisses me, you say
But is that what love is? Doesn’t it have more than one meaning?
What about when you get home and your kids are cleaning?
Isn’t love when you leave your puppy at home all day,
but when you get back, he kisses you anyway?
Isn’t love when you're parents put food on the table,
or when they make soup cause you're sick and not able.
How about when you're friends play with you on the slides,
even when they wanna do something else, like roll down a hillside?
Is love when you go through a breakup,
but you're friends bring you ice cream and wipe off your makeup.
I thought love was when you got in a fight,
but you admit you were wrong and then reunite?
Is it when someone cries for you,
or when you always have someone to fall back onto.
How about when your mom sings you to bed,
or what about when your husband still loves you with bed head?
Is love when your spouse tells you you're beautiful,
or when you get your wisdom teeth out and he makes you something chewable?
Is love when you're best friend gets the bad news one day,
and all you can do is sit there and pray?
Is love when the doctors say he won’t last much longer,
but how long does that mean is all you can wonder?
Is love when you go to their hospital bed,
and tell them everything the doctors have said?
The cancer is there, it won’t go away,
but they look at you, and grab your hands to pray.
Is love when they sleep and close their eyes,
and you lay your head on their chest, and just cry?
Is love when God takes them from your hand,
but brings them to a better land?
God brings them to heaven where there is no more pain,
but somehow you know you will see them again.
Is love the fact you know they are right by your side,
never to leave you because their soul never died.
Is love when you know they aren’t too far away,
they will be your angel each and every day
Is it when you know they are next to you now,
“forever by your side” they kept their vow
Is love knowing God cares so much,
giving you memories forever to clutch.
Love is when you go to heaven and see you best friend again,
and love knowing you have so many great things, even with sin
Love is something unpredictable,
but there’s only one word for it…love is unconditional.
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Meg Christiansen Poem
I smile, knowing tomorrow is Christmas,
I smile, looking at my red and white striped fuzzy socks on my feet,
They remind me of candy canes,
I look outside at the Winter Fairy Land,
Snow on the ground, joy in the air,
I think of the elves making my presents right now,
The sound of Sleigh Bells outside my window tonight as Santa Claus delivers my presents on his Sled,
The Toys under my tree tomorrow,
Momma smiling as I open them,
Momma’s smile makes me smile,
She smiles a lot at christmas,
I know it’s hard because she misses daddy,
I miss daddy too,
but I know daddy is always by us,
Christmas was always his favorite time of the year,
He would make me hot chocolate,
Get me a fuzzy blanket,
and we would watch the movie Frosty The Snowman as a happy family,
We are still a happy family,
Me and momma are,
I look into her eyes as she is Trimming the Christmas tree,
She smiles at me as I string the jingle bells carefully over the branches,
momma is beautiful,
the tree is beautiful,
The snow is beautiful,
Christmas is beautiful.
I smile.
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Meg Christiansen Poem
You smile everyday,
act like everything is always okay,
but they can’t feel the pain inside,
they can’t see what you hide,
They act like they know you, they pretend they care,
they pretend they love everything you wear,
you're life is perfect is all they say,
but they don’t know how you feel each day,
they say they will love you, forever and ever,
what that really means is I won’t ever love you, never, no never
They wouldn’t see the scars,
wouldn’t see the pain,
wouldn’t see you everyday crying out in the rain,
they think you have it all,
think you're life’s a dream,
but they don’t know what it feels like, to never be part of a team,
when you decide you're life is over, decide it doesn’t matter,
decide your heart won’t get better, as it just keeps turning blacker,
Nobody cares, no one ever did,
you have been living this life since you were a kid,
it isn’t gonna change, won’t get any better,
might as well write your last letter
“Thanks for making me realize, my life was no big deal,
thanks for being my friend, but I know you were never real,
thanks for never caring, or learning about my life,
thanks for always assuming, assuming everything was alright,
thanks for making me feel, like a worthless peice of shit,
thanks for making me realize, I never really fit,
I hope you're lives are all better than mine,
I hope this is my last life, and I hope I don’t have nine,
sorry I’m leaving, not that you care,
sorry but life just isn’t fair,
this gun to my head, overwhelms me with peace,
Soon I will be flying up high with the geese,
I’ll fall down from above as droplets of rain,
this is my last goodbye, hope I don’t have to see you again.”
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Meg Christiansen Poem
Work, I look around, work
Where’s dad I ask?
Work, that’s where dad is, work.
I need money mom!
Work, you want money? Then work.
My grades are bad! How do I get them up?
Work, if you want good grades you have to work.
I want to keep this relationship!
Work! I can’t be the only one trying, so work.
These kids won’t stop crying! What do I do?
Work. The kids need effort. Work.
I can’t walk anymore, my body hurts.
Work. Keep yourself up and work.
The cancer is taking over my body!
Work. The cells need to work!
I can’t stay any longer.
Work, please try harder to stay, please work.
I love you, but I have to go.
Stop, don’t work anymore, you have worked hard your whole life, work isn’t an option anymore, go, but know I love you, and I will work to make you proud. I will work.
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