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Best Poems Written by Meaghan Lank

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The Breakup

The weight of the world falls upon my chest with an unassuming heaviness. It fills my lungs
with bubbles, popping at each gasping breath I attempt to draw into my heaviness

I felt as though I was under a grand piano, hanging only by a thin unstable cable, outside a
glassless window, many many storeys above me, as I stand unknowingly on the sidewalk
below.

The piano begins to inch, ever so slightly, slowly, down each floor. The ebb of its decline
makes it hard for me to see it is falling towards me. But every once in awhile, I see slight
movement out of the corner of my eye, which would remind me of my fate, and not to plant
my feet too far into the ground.

Every so often the wind would gently brush the ivory keys and make a sweet and promising
sound, but the wind would cease, and the piano continued to rush towards me, now picking
up speed.

I felt a storm coming. My guts twisted and churned, like I knew exactly what was to come,
but did not anticipate the weight of the beautiful object hovering, still above me.

I looked up just in time to see the piano before it hit, and I prayed to whoever was listing to
at the least, not hit me too hard.

But it would become apparent that that request was inevitable, it was going to hit me, but it
was up to me how hard the impact would be.

I thought quick on my ungrounded feet.... If I dodged to the right it would crush my legs....If
I fell to the right it would surely crush my arms... but if I stayed directly under it..and took
the weight of the world head on, I was sure to get out...bruised, scared but
nevertheless....Alive!

I am glad I chose that outcome for myself... It's not how the weight of the world hits you, but
how you decide to fall victim under it.

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Edge

I sit and I listen
Watch the phone
Wait for your ring
Even knowing you may
not call, keeps me on
edge
I guess I like being on edge
It gives me a sense of excitement
The excitement I must
look forward too.
It gives me that senses of comfort
that I beg for
I continue to listen in the house
to hear you, even though
I know you are no longer here
The somber sound of your sleeping breath
reminded me of comfort
Gave me hope...I guess?
In the morning we would brew our day
over brewed coffee
Planning our adventures
not our leap from the edge

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Choice

Choice is...real
...unreal, unwanted
Choice does not let you choose,
or make decisions, choice forces you
to decide.
Yet, deciding really offers you no choice 
of all the options.
Choice offends your decisions.
Just as decisions mock your choices.
So choose wisely.

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His Other Lover....Coccaine

His Other Lover




A stunning beauty is she
A place to rest your head
She makes you feel so worthy
But in the end you were so misled

She does not wear those high heels
Although she is quite tall
She is just so little
So slight
So small

She will promise you the Ocean 
She Begs to never let you down
Her boat is docked and ready
But under her sea you will drown

She will always tell you
Just what you want to hear
But just like you whispered too me
Its sweet nothing's in your ear

She is not materialistic
Wont judge your race or creed
But if you double cross her
She might not let you leave

You chose her though I loved you
I see she won the fight
But between your hell and heaven
I hope you see the light

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The Unwelcome Visitor

The Unwelcome Visitor

Please step into my nightmare
Come in for a quick peek
You can stay a moment
A month, or a week

You may feel restless, listless and dread
But please do not worry
It's all in your head

Come into my kitchen
I will cook you a dish
Filled with confusion, and anger, and bliss

Sleep in my bedroom
But I might toss and turn
It's alright if you wake me
For soon you will soon learn

Come down to my basement
But please watch your step
My stairs are so steep
Its a damn mouldy mess

So step into my nightmare
Or did you think it a dream?
I don't want you to go
But you now have to leave
......me

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The Sleeping Addict

The sleeping addict

What sounds do I hear?
Snores a far...
Snores a near...

Deep fast breaths wheezing
A choke, a cough or too
It sometimes sounds like they are just coming too

I know it's just sleep,
But what really is that?
A moment of solace to get Their wits back?

Now all is quiet, is peaceful at last
But I guess not for long, only a moment has passed

I don't want to move,
Or barely breathe
It might wake them up
Make me a thief

A robber of their slumber
Their zen
There closed eyes
They must stay under to sort out their lives

What are they dreaming?
Who do they hear?
Me being a thief, of their dreams or their fears

I would like to sleep
But I would rather hear
The sleeping addict
With nothing to fear

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Just Listen To the Silent Scream

Just listen to the silent scream


I listened, I heard
I heard about listening

I came and I saw
That my future was glistening

I choked and I yelled 
and I screamed and I cried

Everyone was there
But the noise was inside

I begged and I pleaded
To be rid of my anxt

But still at my heartstrings and my gut ,it yanks

My sanity is sacred
Few and far between

“I am not like them “ I said
For I am a Queen

My patience runs thin
Mostly angry at me
Angry at God
Whom I don't even believe

Like a small grain of sand
I now sit on this beach

For serenity I scream
For silence I reach