The Beast in Me
Come to me, you wild beast,
You whirling storm of beauty
Battered, scarred, bruised and teased
You grew beyond majesty
Wide, cold skies weep for you
In pain, relief and sorrow
Rage rumbles,
#Philosophy and Truth
A Sonnet in Pink
’Tis true, I never thought to think, to dream,
To find the words while crafting this, midstream;
And yet, t’was but one color that did seem
To reach, inspire, set my mind
Muse
We write; and it is not with a blind eye that we see ourselves, nor with deaf ears that we hear the cries of our hearts and souls - and those of others whom
Might Makes Wrong
Sociological systems are intriguing to explore, especially if one can fully immerse oneself in them. The danger, of course, is the pain and heartache one can experience, the trauma due to social behavior
Tumultuous Vibrance
Nothing grand was ever so achieved by waiting patiently, nor ever found its fulness in life completed alone.
Mine Is the Life and the Love
You all know it.
You all fear it.
You all want it.
You all can have it
In a moment
In a madness
In a sadness
Stilled by memories
Stilled by thoughts
Stilled
Speaking in the Face of Fear
Say it to me again, yet again
Those words that drip with fiery ice
Squawk, tear at me due to hidden pain
Tell me calm words are not so nice
Tell me, you
The Treason of Humanity
No one wants to know how much it matters to talk, how vital it is to express oneself.
But no one tells the birds to be quiet, or the crickets to be silent.
The Way of Intimacy
Lost in the heart of One Too Few
Or One Too Many, who never knew
The rhythms of a soulful heart,
The need of love that could barely start
Lost in the minds
A Sonnet of Me
You asked that I write a song of me
And, humble, I could never think to be
So bold, so arrogant - if yet true;
But this is me, and of me, just for
Acquaintanceships by Night and by Day
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have been lost in the depths of a vast universe,
Lost beyond the reaches of his highest height —
And whence his words rippled from
In The Beginning
And then, the flow began:
The life that was their own,
The life that was her own,
That urged a broad wingspan;
No longer words, alone;
No longer friends outgrown
She found true
Clichés
Please don't tell me how great I am
If you're just gonna walk away
Frankly, I don't give a damn
I'm here now, let'
The Justice of Love
...If I ever hurt you, do not let me be until there is some kind of justice in it.
We make our own justice, those of us who love and leave love — for
Do What You Like
Or: Self-Indulgence on a Summer Morn
(Originally published on Medium.com)
It is this bizarre trembling that I wake to, this sensation of needing to get up, to do something — and, instead,
Taking Responsibility for 21st Century Politics
(Originally published on Medium.com)
It is said that we are given the world we live in and we give this world to the next generations.
This is true.
We earn the right
To Thine Own Self, Be True
(Originally published on Medium.com)
Every single rule we set for ourselves in response to a negative situation is arbitrary. Every single rule we set for ourselves in response to a negative situation
Responsible Progressivism
(Originally published on Medium.com)
I have lived the entirety of my life in the shadow of hate, and in the warm embrace of love.
As have most people — I daresay all people
Seeds of Truth and Love
I once loved a man more than all the stars in the universe, more than nearly every cell in my own body, save a few.
I once trusted that man's reason
Listen, if you will.
These words are the result of Nothing.
I've been quiet for a very long time; most recently, for the bulk of four months.
That's not to say that I&
Tempted to the Realm of Woodland Sprites
I finally went for that walk I wanted to take around the back side of the stream. It felt good being in my flip-flops and tank top, even with the nettle plants
Being with Nick Mulvey
I don’t want to talk, any more, of pain.
I don’t want to remember all of the hurt
I’ve caused others,
Others have caused me.
I don’t want to
Chaos
Real love is always chaotic. You lose control; you lose perspective. You lose the ability to protect yourself. The greater the love, the greater the chaos. It’s a given and that’s
A Ghost In The Room
I would confess my love to you again and again;
It’s not going anywhere…
Even when I fall in love again,
Even when you leave…
“You are the only one…”
… who ever
Everlastingly Broken Free
You can put me on your list
Of women who still want you;
You can put me on your list
Of women you have broken;
You can put me on your list
Of
Dreams of the Mad and Broken-Hearted
…And I can do it, too.
Maybe it is the forte of the dreamers,
Like me, who have lived on the edges of reality since childhood,
Who have lived on the fringes of
In the Fall
Don’t be morbid. Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
Unbreakable, Impenetrable, Irredeemable
To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it
The Main Thing
The main thing is, pay attention. Pay close attention to everything, everything you see. Notice what no one else notices, and you’ll know what no one else knows. What you get is
An Uncanny Relationship
合縁奇縁 | aienkien
(noun) A Japanese untranslatable idiom, aienkien is defined as an expression used to describe an uncanny relationship. It characterizes a couple who met by a quirk of fate, but are strangely
Life and Love
Life happens without warning.
Love happens without control.
Meredith L. McGuire
Pride and Humility
He always was everything
And yet, is Nothing.
You would be nothing
And yet, are Everything.
And in my loving both of you,
Love all that Is.
Is it blasphemy to think such
Love On The Razor’s Edge
I don’t know anyone of my age who loves like I do, with the unbridled fury and abandonment of a child; with the hope and hopelessness of a girl when she first
For Keeps
Like it or not, love is for keeps.
Meredith McGuire
Is It Better to Have Loved and Lost?
It is, perhaps, possible to love too much, I am told.
I have experienced several sides: loving so much I was consumed, crazed; loving so much that others felt they were drowning in
Love, The Infinite Unknown
It’s not the easiest thing in the world, to love.
I mean: it’s easy, but so many things can get in the way, distracting us from love, from letting ourselves fall
Patterns Found in the Dark Winter Mornings of Love
It comes again, and lingers again, this morning, as every morning since I have left the men who I’ve loved, as it comes every morning when I wake to find myself yet
Easy Girls
“She’s right though. Why would you want to be with someone who makes life difficult?”
- A true friend to me, via text message
Origins of Love: The Unpardonable Sin
I made a friend this year of an Atlanta Homicide Detective, who recently advised me to write a blog about my experiences with men and love.
I wonder if he knows what he’
The Eye of the Needle
Again I tell you, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for someone who is rich to enter the Kingdom of God.
Matthew 19:23
A Lazy Summer
It's not just a lazy summer, though one might think it is to see me from the periphery.
I have the luxury to spend time outdoors, basking in the sun at
Why I (Only) Write (Sometimes)
A response to a specific, greedy reader
It's not called writer's block.
It's called Writer's Love or Writer's Tension or Writer's
Add Another Dreamer to the List
I wonder if we're all great dreamers, we who are drawn to the sea and sail.
My dream starts with my name, Meredith, Welsh for "guardian of the sea"
The Art of Sitting Still
Memoirs of a Store-Front Mannequin:
Thoughts and Observations from a Live Window Model
Yes, I'm that girl-in-the-window who sat with hot-pink bow in my hair, rattling
The Effects of Timeless Quality in an Age of Mediocrity
I have this ridiculous instinct for quality.
I can spot it a mile, ten-thousand miles away, with only a whiff. My stomach tightens; my heart starts to race; my mind focuses as
The Tao of Krazy::The Way of Love
I forget, sometimes, what wealth there is in the world, and how very many things inspire me, have inspired me through the years - and inspire me still, when I remember them.
George Herriman&
To Blog or Not To Blog...
That has been the question for so many years as I've observed the Internet filling with so many posts and blogs of minute-by-minute exploiters-of-lives, discarding thoughts, feelings,