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Megan

I am here for Friends

About Me

i think too much and it can be overwhelming, but i try to keep it rational. i've a wee bit of a temper, but i try to wrangle that as well and usually do a pretty good job. i'm pretty hard on myself, which can be exasperating, but on the flipside, i'm intelligent, sarcastic, love to laugh, down to earth and full of love! i have lofty romantic ideals that just won't die, even though i've tried to stifle them on more than one occassion. i'm a good friend, but not always a good listener; age does improve some things. i try to be responsible and reasonable by making good decisions, but sometimes i slip up! i believe experience is about chalking it up and moving on, but it's so hard sometimes. in the end though, it's what makes me who i am and keeps me honest. peace.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

i'd like to meet some cool heads that like to have a good time, but can maintain worthwhile conversation, which doesn't always mean a serious dialogue. people who are free and comfortable in their own skin, even though they want to improve. people who love themeselves and with that, are free to love. those who have a thirst for experience and a lust for knowledge, but are easy going and chill. someone who smiles a lot and gives it everything they have, everytime, like it's the very first time. and MOST definitely people who love to laugh! it's things like this that make living simpler. and lastly, those who can give a helping hand. because i need one sometimes. peace.

My Blog

the shape of things.

i don't recognize his face any longer. the high, wide planes of cheekbones. the way smiling crinkles the skin into half moons just under the eyes. faint freckles splashed across skin. not even the sha...
Posted by on Sun, 13 Apr 2008 11:34:00 GMT

O heavy heart.

although the salt lingerson these bruised and cracked lips, the sting brings me to the horizon where i cansee best even through eyes swollen with grit.O Lord! i am blessed witha fortitude born of my m...
Posted by on Tue, 01 Apr 2008 19:20:00 GMT

its easier when youre free.

i see double, but i see crystal clear. crisp.unwavered, but not unscathed.how do you say i love youwithout giving up something?. take it. i almosthate it. i knowi’m gaining strength. stretchingf...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Dec 2007 22:18:00 GMT

ode to jeans.

they'll give out someday, but I'll love them every moment until then and recallthem fondly, even after.they give and flex exactly as desired.no resistance--no ambition,other than curving along sinews ...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT

let it begin.

well, for those of you that know i've been seeking, for many months it seems, for a job in portland. and now finally after many tears and many frustrations i've been offered a position and i have acce...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Aug 2006 08:09:00 GMT

downer with a heavy heart.

with a sudden explosion of breath, it startles me:  i've never owned my dreams. only thoughts. the kind that fade in and out and change in color from red to gold. then silvery, fine and dust...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Dec 2005 16:25:00 GMT

for him

feeling electric,as though my nervesare stretching on end. fighting.always pushing sunward--attempting to make it through the skin and finda home in this comfort. 
Posted by on Wed, 19 Oct 2005 12:13:00 GMT

washing words

unfolding stars, like careful origami.i never get it right. fleetingfrom my fingertips,i let them go unchallenged.although never unscathed,but free anyway,they joyfully bridgethe division. 
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT

no, not really.

if traveling through time were allowed, i'd save up all my quarters.
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT

(sometime in february)

this craving, this itch-a fiery impulse.bold and raw and wet.a language offingertips. and tongues-delving. questioning. marking.owning.
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT