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Megan Xiaomei

A writer for the next generation

Fifty Words

Rude, arrogant, mean, selfish, Bitch.

All words that have once been used to describe me,

Nice, Sweet, Kind, Funny, Angelic,

Other words that have been used to describe me.

Sexy, Beautiful, Gorgeous, Busty, Body.

The words used to describe my body.

I’m my own person,
Stop labeling my existence,

please.

birthday

I turned another year today,

blew out the candles again,

I made another wish,

that probably won’t come true.

But I’m here to see another year,

Here to see what,

or why,

I’m meant to be here.

So happy birthday to me.

Seeing differently

My glasses are black, with purple on the inside rims. Plastic, not metal frames. They’re kind of bulky, they even slip down my nose once or twice an hour. They’re two different bifocal prescriptions in the lenses.

with purple on the inside rims. Plastic, not metal frames. They’re kind of bulky, they even slip down my nose once or twice an hour. They’re two different bifocal prescriptions in the lenses.

Plastic, not metal frames. They’re kind of bulky, they even slip down my nose once or twice an hour. They’re two different bifocal prescriptions in the lenses.

They’re kind of bulky, they even slip down my nose once or twice an hour. They’re two different bifocal prescriptions in the lenses.

They’re two different bifocal prescriptions in the lenses.

I use them to see,

but sometimes, I don’t want to see.

Sometimes, I don’t like to see.

I take them off, and the world becomes blurred, distant, out of focus, and all I can see are the things up close and near to me.

and the world becomes blurred, distant, out of focus, and all I can see are the things up close and near to me.

the world becomes blurred, distant, out of focus, and all I can see are the things up close and near to me.

It helps me see differently, because this way, I can’t see weird men creeping on me, or the girls giving me dirty glares from across the hall.

or the girls giving me dirty glares from across the hall.

the girls giving me dirty glares from across the hall.

I won’t see the profanity written on signs,

nor, will I see the awful insults written across bathroom stalls.

will I see the awful insults written across bathroom stalls.

I will see figures, and smudges,

I  will see the world in my own corner,

rather than all at once.

It’s slower this way,

easier this way,

more peaceful this way.

Seeing differently I mean.

Things I want to tell you.

I have a whole laundry list of things I want to tell you,

if you’d like to hear,

I can start,

with,

I like your hair,

It’s soft and fluffy.

I want to run my fingers through it.nd,

And,

I like the way you laugh,

And the Jokes you tell,

Can always make me smile,

Or I can start somewhere else on the list of things I want to say,

Like,

I really like your taste in music,

with the varying genres,

Country, Rock, Indie, and Alternative.

And the way your hugs are simply perfect,

The kind I can always count on to be the best hugs ever,

I’d tell you,

How I could simply listen to you talk,

About,

Anything,

Everything really.

I want to tell you that,

I like,

everything about you,

and I don’t know where I want to start,

I want to start,

on the laundry list of things I want to tell you,

I want to tell you,

and I’m afraid,

that if I start,

I’ll never stop.

Because on that list,

Are the things that always make me smile,

because,

the list,

is all about

you.

And the most important thing I want to say,

to make sure that you hear,

is that,

I love

You.

Meaning of life 

I don’t know what the meaning of life is, nor do I really know what life as a general statement is. I can give you the dictionary definition of life; google defines it as the condition that distinguishes animals and plants from inorganic matter, including the capacity for growth, reproduction, functional activity, and continual change preceding death. So I guess, I’m living life right now, and you are living life right now as well; the plants outside my window are living life because they are organic matter.  But, what is the true meaning of life?

I still have yet to figure that out actually. I have not even the slightest clue as to what life means, mostly because when I ask various people what life means to them their answer will differ from the conclusion I will eventually reach. One man may say that the meaning of life is to work, always work until the day you die or are no longer able to work. Another man may say that in order to live, you must love. Perhaps another will say that life has no meaning that it just is. But another man could come to answer my question with a question. What is life? How can life be “lived” if we are “living” it?\

I’ve come across many people in my short lifetime, some sad, some mad. I’ve met people happy with the world, and I’ve met people so blinded by anger that nothing else ever matters but that one thing that is making them upset, angered, and hurt.

So I really haven’t come to a real conclusive answer as to what is the meaning of life?  I have only the answers to questions I asked, and even those are vague and subject to change in the future.

I don’t know the answer to life, ask me later when I have things more put together and more answers in my database. Then maybe I can answer the question properly for you.

The Blanket That Never Covers

The blanket was never warm,

and was always missing when I needed it most,

It was always scratchy and had some sort of stain stuck on the fabric,

It seemed to be used by everyone,

But me,

even thought I was the one always washing it, drying it and folding it,

I’d place the blanket on my bed but would find it never on my bed when I wanted to cover up.

It was only a simple 40×60 in,

I never understood,

why,

everyone needed to use My Blanket,

The Blanket was always covering someone else,

wrapped up around someone else’s shoulders,

keeping someone else warm and comfy.

The blanket never covered me,

So I gave it away

and bought myself one that would and could,

Keep me warm,

Keep me covered.

 

Purple Hair

Purpled hair,

Crazy girl.

So in love with the world,

I wish I could be like that girl,

with the purple hair,

so carefree. purple hair girl

 

Ctrl+C; Ctrl+V

Copy and paste, paste and copy,

Paste it here, Here to paste it there,

There for now, now for later. 

Later an hour, an hour tomorrow.

Tomorrow passed, passed away.

Away forever, forever left

Left behind, behind it stays. 

Copy and paste, paste and copy.

My shoes.

Walk a mile, or two inside the soles of my shoes,

And,

If you were to walk with your feet in the soles of my shoes, 

Your feet will probably ache within an hour, 

Then, 

Two will pass and your knees will wobble, 

Another four, 

You’d do anything to simply sit on the floor, 

Eight hours will come and go, 

Your feet will begin to slow, 

Sixteen hours tick by,

Sweet sweet sixteen to rest your feet and put them up. 

Thirty two, 

Truth be told your are toes are cold,

Sixty four, 

Your blisters are sore,

One hundred and twenty eight,

You’ll spin and spin, dizzy with aches,

Two hundred and fifty six, 

You’ll wish and wish for qualification of the aches in your body,

Five hundred and twelve, 

You’ve begun to have calluses on your toes,

One thousand and twenty four, 

Shuffle shuffle across the floor, 

Two thousand and fourty eight, 

Limp, limp, limp into the lit room,

Four thousand and twenty six, 

The hitch in your neck travels down your back. 

Eight thousand one hundred and nintey two, 

I think that’ll do, 

You’ve clocked nearly a year, 

Thank you.

What can I say, 

I’m quit amused.

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