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Megan Wang Poem
I was strong, I thought.
I didn’t fit the mold,
Now I’m fractured where I was bold.
Like the heinous scar you thoughtlessly branded
I lost with the trust I took for granted.
So I bore the Scarlet A
And covered up your perversion
In my own promiscuous way.
Like a re-rerun of a show I hated,
Made to re-watch, I
meticulously
mentally
recreated.
Inside, insidiously saddled
Our salacious secret I privately battled.
I could not, would not, take away
The respect my love held so close,
To someone I thought I could trust the most.
As venomous as a fatal snake bite,
your fangs, they pierced, more than one life.
I think of your future daughter
Will she be spared the same vile slaughter?
You took what was not yours to keep,
more than any man should reap.
Copyright © Megan Wang | Year Posted 2015
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Megan Wang Poem
Seasons of change carry no alleviation.
Struggle to keep order.
A being composed of two souls
one day, the other night,
both fighting to ignite.
Born of the same mind,
Two, once peaceful sons
struggle to please a tainted spirit,
dooming the diminished sun.
More rotten than ripe
seedlings of the subconscious.
They twist, and they turn, taking over like weeds
smothering the sanctity that fruitlessly
espouses my budding ambitions.
Subtlety eclipsing what remains above
which only casts shadows,
causing crops to wilt.
In the fostering field where ideas flourished,
a drought now finds me lacking courage.
In desperation, I’m losing sight
of what is wrong, and what is right.
The duality is predictable,
Cain attacks Abel,
with only my psyche to smite me.
I let darkness take hold,
now I must reap what I’ve sowed.
As I cast away
time is impossible to recover,
as is my will to reemerge.
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Megan Wang Poem
Off the clock
The world still spins
As I blaze blithely by.
Time is not always wasted,
wasting away with you,
my quasi-legal muse.
Roulette of the senses,
Not always passive,
Surrealist creativity often surpasses
the lazy stigma that sticks to you.
Unfortunately, there is no free lunch,
though a few diluted senses seem sensible severance
for a peek into my subconscious repartee.
Freed, I flee from conventional thought
spinning visceral, ritual spellbinding tales untaught.
Relieving tensions of the day,
pen takes to paper in the most harmonious way,
singing sweet verbiage I wouldn’t usually play.
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Megan Wang Poem
My star-crossed lover,
For eons we swirled through the galaxy congruent,
gravity keeping us apart.
Our journeys paradoxically parallel.
Then two dimming stars unstuck,
in the most extraordinary stroke of luck.
Once torn apart by terrestrial variables,
now uncrossed and together exuberantly powerful.
This supernova I aspire to sustain,
and expand exponentially,
transcending the physical plane.
As the moon affects the tides,
you affect my smiling eyes.
When I burn out you ignite my cool dark matter,
Emanating warmth as surely as the sky is silent.
Our love is an open universe
ceaselessly unraveling endless promise.
Together two dark stars can radiate light.
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Megan Wang Poem
Hot, grimy air, whispers violently through golden hair,
screeching rails crescendo,
carrying concurrent panic and peace.
In my mind’s eye,
my feet free themselves from the platform
hurling to a final violent calm.
I am held back by a force
No stabler than a spool of thread.
Today’s battle has been won,
My purple heart aches,
as war rages ceaselessly
against my half vandal brain.
I am tired
of this mental coup d’état
Soldiers slithering through the vortex of my psyche,
seducing the sanity I hunger for.
Delicate as satin
I tip toe evanescently
careful not to wake
sleeping samurais.
It’s a one player game,
the stakes are high,
it’s Doctor Jekyll against Mister Hyde.
One breathes fire, the other respite,
Time is running out,
One RX will win the fight.
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Megan Wang Poem
A shadow puppet lurks,
manipulated like a mental marionette,
Creeping from the depths of my subconscious.
The voice I hear, is no longer mine.
Lusty demons I’d not forgot
Come laughing back with sinister thought.
Gashes, scars upon my heart
Tear tender wrists apart.
Indian summer cannot hinder
October’s black internal winter.
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