http://slow.writerscafe.org/Megan%20Kirby The original writings of author Megan Kirby en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776235147 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Getting lost in my emotions,The depression swallows my soul.Losing this battle,But I'm so close...I can feel the warmth of happiness,It cuts right through the cold.Feels like I can touch it,I'm getting so close.Cutting loose the baggage,I've been dragging all this time.Feel the lightness of joy,Happ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Megan-Kirby/744787/ Not everyone can do what I do, noOne tries this hard toPush through the pain.AndI know my time isNow, becauseNever have I felt so determined.One more chance is all I need toGain the leadAndI know I'll make it through, becauseNo one can stop me, but me! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Megan-Kirby/740920/ Push me to my breaking point,     guess it's fun for you.Hold me out over the edge,     just to see what I do.And I can't take much more,     of this torture you've designed.I'm gonna take your prison,     and make it mine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Megan-Kirby/734196/ Timing speaks for itself,& ours was never quite right for us,So we fell to the wayside again.Our love fell to the floor,Our hearts split into,A million pieces as they fell away.Now there's nothing that we can do.Just grin and bare it as they say...But then what do you do when there's nothing lef.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Megan-Kirby/723616/ Lonesomeness,Won't you leave my side?No matter who's around,I feel only your eyes...You're always creeping around,Beside me.Lonesomeness,You're my tragedy.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Megan-Kirby/723610/ Put me out of my misery.Don't think I can take much more.Was like a knife through my heart babe,When you shut that door.& I can't stop thinking,Bout how much better this should have gone,But you shut me out,Before the dawn.& I usually think,Love's something worth fighting for,But baby it jus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Megan-Kirby/720940/ I felt your warm moist breath on my neck,     as a whisper.A quiet reminder of,     our last romantic tryst. Yet when I turned, with huge smile on my face,     you were no where to be seen...So smile quickly left my face,     and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Megan-Kirby/720334/ I'm out of sync,With the world,Seems as though the flowers lost their color somewhere.I just sit and wonder here,If life could have turned out,Differently,But how could it have?I've always been,On a path to my destruction,Seems you just came along at the right time,To tip me back,In sanity's favor,B.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Megan-Kirby/720062/ Feels like I'm losing,little pieces of myself,cuz with each call I make,it feels more like this is just our fate.Never knowing the truth,destine to wade through all these lies,but I don't know if I can survive,failing your trusting eyes.But I put this brave face on,and just hope you don't see,the ab.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Megan-Kirby/719747/ Don't know how strong I can be,With my world crashing down around me.Feel like I've lost before I start.Feel like I'm broken, like I'm falling apart. All the wretchedness of the world's closing in,It's like the big bang, but not a beginning an end.With all the chaos, and all of the violence,&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Megan-Kirby/719742/ For I Challenge You http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Megan-Kirby/714932/ I wonder what I'm doing here on a Friday night,Home alone, writing by computer light.Thinking of a love, now lost, I'm alone.Until? The next time I decide not to stay home...But is that what you want? Really? Now think!I'd hoped you'd come to your senses by now, I'm on the brink...Of self-destructio.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Megan-Kirby/713458/ I'm not afraid to die,I've been dead for years...I am the living, breathing death,That of your deepest fears.My life-clock just stopped ticking one day,and though my death is only pain,I'd rather linger here with her,Than be taken away. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Megan-Kirby/713456/       My copingmechanism after being raped was to push the pain and anger down and cover it upwith other emotions like stress, lust, even love. This worked as such a greatavenue of denial that it wasn’t until about eight years later that I finallyconfronted my real .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Megan-Kirby/713451/ This book is the story of how I gradually started picking up the pieces of my shattered life after I was raped by my boyfriend in high school; and my struggle to put myself back together. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Megan-Kirby/713430/ Unbeknownst to himself he was changing,Unknowing how to be true.He told me that he still loved me,But didn't know what he knew.Up and down the street we fought,That chilly autumn night.I knew something was up,but he thought it was all alright.'Til I said..."Who are you to tell me my, world's not fla.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Megan-Kirby/713382/ Swimming in our sea of confusion,I feel like you're letting me down.But can you really blame me?When you sit and watch me drown.The weight of doubt you tied to my ankles,Is pulling me down.My heart fills with betrayal,As waves thrash me around.My life flashes before me,So many moments relived.My hea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Megan-Kirby/713376/ Breaking,      I'm shattering from the past.It's taking,      everything I have.Losing,      this battle, I'm afraid.But choosing,      not to walk away. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Megan-Kirby/713375/ Reduced to trembling mess, I lie naked on the floor.As images of my past, play like slideshow in my head.What torture being alone with my own thoughts.With the idea that I could have somehow changed things.As though this were what I asked for.As though this were what I wanted.NO! That's not the "lov.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Megan-Kirby/713372/ I'm great, I'm amazing,It's a wonder to be me!But at this very moment,that greatness is behind lock and key.Being held captive,a prisoner of my own mind.The stress and pain are what is great now,I've got such little time. I try to overcome this,I try to be strong,but my strength is now fleeting.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Megan-Kirby/713369/ I've had plenty of exceptional,     minutes of time.And plenty of wasted minutes,in my life.And yes, you added to both,      but I can't even look at you anymore.And yes, I still love you,     but it's just not enough anymore.All the lies are stacked.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Megan-Kirby/713366/ Truth,is lost on my ears.I only hearwhat I want to hear.You say these things but I'm not convinced.Think you're just waitingtil it makes more sense.Please don't lookat me that way.You're making my casefor me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Megan-Kirby/713365/ Every time I close my eyes,I'm taken back to that day.When my trust was broken,My innocence raped away.Chains of memories lock me in,I can't escape my past.Images of the smoking gun,Held tightly in your grasp.You forced me to take it,Then blamed your crime on me.So I wait in these chains,Wait to be .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Megan-Kirby/713364/ If I wrote a word for every tear you made me cry,I'd have written an encyclopedia of painful good-byes,A dictionary of cheating lies,Novels of misery, Books of pain,Sonnets of love lost,Then I'd write them all again...Because this pain has no end. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Megan-Kirby/713362/ Life, cruel life.How you torture me.Giving me hope,Only to rip it away.Fate devours my soul.An empty shell's all that's left.I cower inside its hole.I've lost my faith,Seems it was my destiny.Fate's vicious attacks,Skewed my life's normalcy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Megan-Kirby/713357/ You sit on your high horseacting so righteousbut I know deep downyou're totally spineless.You think you're so much betterthan everyone around youbut I see through your bull shitI know what's true.You lied to mejust like the restso now I havejust one request...Treat the next onebetter than meif you s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Megan-Kirby/713355/ Something's looming over me.Like a fog cast over my life,through which I can't see.It's a feeling at the core of my being,Screaming, my life has no meaning. But maybe it's too soon to tell.Maybe tomorrow the sun will come out,and save me from this dreary hell. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Megan-Kirby/713354/ I'm losing that last spark of brilliance,I'd been kindling for so long.In hopes of some day returning it,Back to it's original flames.But it's gone now, Long gone.I've got nothing left of myself to give.Holes in my clothes and I can't keep warm anymore,By the ashes of what I once was.One gust o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Megan-Kirby/713349/ I gain a little confidence,     with every single word.I begin to feel secure in,     this promise that I've sworn.Won't let anyone see,     that scared little girl I'm hiding.I use the false confidence to,     keep her .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Megan-Kirby/713341/ Not willing to age,your unable to grow.Happily maintaining,this factious show. And with false tear,that rolls down your cheek,I'm happily soaking,them up from beneath.Cuz this was my plan,from the beginning.Death ain't sad,if somebody's winning...I wonder if,you can even see,the truth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Megan-Kirby/713335/ I used to travel the world,But that was back when I was going places.Now I don't go anywhere. I'm just stuck here... grinding my gears.No I'm not going... anywhere.And I'm coming in last in this race of life,Guess I got caught up on the struggles and the strife.So I'm stuck here.I'm not going a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Megan-Kirby/713316/ So long as a poet can only marry one at a time, is there really any good reason for a poet to marry? For we poets fall fast and hard, and our love is ferocious like a hurricane. But it doesn't last like that... we leave paths of wreckage in our wake... as our passion qu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Megan-Kirby/713288/