‘Explanatory Note’/’Blood and Sorrow’ (new poems)

Hello! It’s a cold and dark and dreary day, and I’ve been saving this second poem for such a day as this. However, I realized that it is somewhat depressing, so I wrote a poem explaining why that is. I realize that I’m now like the mechanicals in “Midsummer,” but my poem is a little different from telling you I’m not a lion right before acting as a lion.


Anyways, poems! Enjoy!

Explanatory Note
By Maggie McGinity

This was not designed
To catch a line
To remind or to find.
This was not intentioned
To garner attention
Or raise apprehensions.

I am a creature of highs and of lows
Who comes and who goes
Through the trials and throws
Of this life.
I am a creature who longs and who yearns
To belong and to learn
How to get everything right.

My life is not only night.
I’ve tried to write a love song,
Or a smiling poem.

But the darkest places, not the trite,
Beg to be written down
And written out
And set alight.
I am led where the strongest moods take me
Always far from home.

So in this tome
I am left explaining how
I live my loss aloud
While others stuff theirs down.

I am exactly like you
Except, instead of doing whatever you do
With the things you’d rather not go through,
I tear a fresh page, and make myself anew.”

Blood and Sorrow
By Maggie McGinity

I am full of blood and sorrow.
One is easily lost.
The other leaves with silence’ cost.
But both return tomorrow. 

I am full of cold and ice.
One is thawed by rising sun.
The other’s years not fast undone,
But warmed by sacrifice. 

I am full of song and fury.
One is born anew.
The other follows you,
Watching your hearts hurry.

I am full of love and war.
Every day a battle,
As my loves move like cattle
Towards the nothing they were made for.”


“She shook her head. ‘I do not get on at all. I hear such different accounts of you as puzzle me exceedingly.'”
-“Pride and Prejudice” by Jane Austen

“Set your life on fire. Seek those who fan your flames.”

“Have you ever thought about what protects our hearts?
Just a cage of rib bones and other various parts
So it’s fairly simple to cut right through the mess
And to stop the muscle that makes us confess

And we are so fragile
And our cracking bones make noise
And we are just
Breakable, breakable, breakable girls and boys”
-“Breakable” by Ingrid Michaelson


‘Make-up-your-mind-Go-Round’ (new song)

I shared this on Facebook shortly after it came into existence, but there have been requests(with some indignation) to put this on my blog as well, and since recycling is green and I have no new complete poem at the moment, this seemed like the perfect thing for this week’s Monday post.

On Wednesday night, I was between Praise Band rehearsal and The New Age play practice, and I was supposed to be practicing flute. Instead, I sat down and wrote this. Enjoy!

By Maggie McGinity


I just want some place to leave my heart
Scattering a trail of its parts
I just want to burrow in the ground
Get off this make-up-your-mind-go-round
On and on and on it goes
Where it stops? Nobody knows

I just want some place to leave my head
Complicated visions in my bed
Dreaming’s for the sleeping and the lost
As my daydreams keep upping their cost
Up and up and up they go
Reach the top? Nobody knows

I just want some place to leave my will
As aspirations go in for the kill
I can’t take the whole pack at once
But I can’t say this is what I want.
Round and round and round I go
Where I stop? Nobody knows


“Stop in somebody’s shadow to rest and cool down, and you are lost. No one can make anyone else happy.”
-Peter Deunov

“In this world, it is too common for people to search for someone to lose themselves in. But I am already lost. I will look for someone to find myself in.”
-C. Joybell C.

“House hunting is easy. It’s the catching it part that’s difficult.”
-Susan Gale

‘Under the Wire’ (new poem)

Poem inspired by this book:


Self-aware poetry about a nightmare that’ll never happen to me.

Under the Wire
By Maggie McGinity

I’m sorry, darling.
They told me there was time
For all the things this world believes I should make mine.
All the places I should find.
All the mountains I should climb.
Success and signatures upon the dotted lines.

But before that, fun:
You’re only once, and once you’re young
And free and on your own,
No restricting roots, hampering homes,
No rules and regulations,
Take tiny ties, short occupations,
Easy street, decade vacation;
Don’t worry
You can grow up when you wake up.

But not all clocks come with alarms,
And ignorance has its own harms,
And holding nothing in your arms,
Slowly goes its lurid charm.

And running after nothing,
Told it’s what you should do,
Leaves most lost and wanting,
And me here, without you.”


“There is a reason God limits man’s days.” 
― Mitch AlbomThe Time Keeper

“Knowing something and understanding it were not the same thing.” 
― Mitch AlbomThe Time Keeper 

Birthday Post/Birthday Promise

Hello! It’s my birthday. I’m 22 now.

From here on out I promise to post at least once a week, every week, on Monday, because I was born on a Monday and this year my birthday’s on a Monday.

I also promise to include more content like this:

It’s me performing “100 Years” by Five for Fighting, my favorite 22-related song. This year I plan to post a lot more videos of me performing, many with original music.

In April I’ll go off the once-a-week policy because I’ll be posting a poem every day, as it will be National Poetry Writing Month.

I hope you enjoy these new changes and stay with me for new content.


“Music never goes away. It is always available, but we are not always available to music.”
-Robert Fripp