‘Oldfangled’ (new poem)

Don’t worry.

This poem probably isn’t about you.

I just don’t like being boxed in

and I have an Irish temper

and a poetic mind

so sometimes angry words appear and I have to write them down and get them out.

This is them. Enjoy!

Oldfangled
By Maggie McGinity

I am not a problem to be solved.
I am the most complex and complicated thing.
I am a human being. 

I will not subscribe to your rules and regulations.
I exist within my own specific situations.
You are not an expert in any variation. 

I do not have extra time
On the other side
Of this night.
I will not bring
These things I hide
Into your light.
I could not stand the scrutiny,
Speculation,
Dissolution,
Irony,
The constant stream of rejection
(Comparatively).

I will not fit in your rubric
I will not check into your box
I will pull a Stanley Kubrick
I will simply switch the locks 

I was not made to be studied.

I was made to be
Loved
Respected
Understood
Protected
Allowed to do good
But never studied 

And so it seems I’ve buddied,
Casually, and clearly,
Into the wrong space
I’m now so entangled
By bonds oldfangled
I can’t ever leave this place 

It stings
It burns
It rings
It churns
It yearns
Across my face 

No one ever sees it
If they do, they don’t decree it
I’m sure some would agree it
Could be. While others would disagree
Vehemently
(I’m not worthy)

I am not a problem to be solved
I am not an earth to be revolved
Around.
I am lost.
I am found.

But I’ll see what others would not see
And I’ll be what others would not be
And I will sit, lament my misery
And keep producing precious poetry
(Consolation prize – bad company).”

Quotes:

“I’ve become so numb, I can’t feel you there
Become so tired, so much more aware
I’m becoming this, all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you”
-“Numb” by Linkin Park

“I’m drowning in my doubts
Am I up or, am I down?
The water spins me round
Couldn’t tell you what I’ve found”
-“Drowning” by Maggie McGinity

“Set me free
Leave me be
I don’t want to fall another moment into your gravity”
-“Gravity” by Sara Bareilles

“Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.”
-Edgar Allan Poe

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‘Silence’ (new poem) (more quote than poem)

A song has been following me around for a few days and I meant to write a poem on cardboard, but I ran out of time.

So this is it.

Silence
By Maggie McGinity

Invisible man
Planning, planned
Drawing a blank
Happiest bank
Help me, help me, help me
Whispered (whispered) so softly

Pride without produce
Ride along’s no use
Embrace these opportunities
Before they pass you by
Or you’ll be left only
Holding your own”

Quotes:

“I’m sorry, but I’m just thinking of the right words to say
I know they don’t sound the way I planned them to be

But, if I have to walk the world and make you fall for me
I promise you
(I promise you)
I will”
-“I Promise You I Will” by Depeche Mode

“I guess you know why they’re all looking at you
For me it started when I turned twenty two
you count your blessings but youre still black and blue
you should go home before your money’s all gone

You said it was over but it’s started again
said it was easy but you still never win
and it was done before it started and they’re not your friends
you should go home before your money’s all gone
you should go home before your money’s all…”

“Twenty Two” by Wakey Wakey

‘All That Glistens’ (new poem)

An alliteration!

But seriously. This is why February is my least favorite month. Everything’s in flux, and things make or break or completely change within the span of a few hours. It’s a time of extreme change that makes you feel strange for saying the same, and I do not care for it.

All That Glistens
By Maggie McGinity

All that is gold does not glitter
But all that glistens now
Will thaw, refreeze, and liter
The sidewalks to lead you down

I know not feel of falling
I black: awake, on back.
I see the powder calling
To take me off my track

All that is gold does not glitter
But all that is water will
Nourish, yes, but second guess
Then linger for the kill.”

Quotes:

“I always chose the icicle: the weapon melts away.”
-“The Lovely Bones” by Alice Sebold

“You don’t really wanna stay, no
But you don’t really wanna go
You’re hot then you’re cold
You’re yes then you’re no
You’re in then you’re out
You’re up then you’re down”
-“Hot N Cold” by Katy Perry

‘Can’t Tell’: a lost and found poem, and ‘(Just) Words on a Screen’: a mystery

Here we have two very different poems.

The first I wrote on Tuesday(I think). I opened a new tissue box at work and found the cardboard piece I’d just ripped off very pleasantly shaped. Later I was caught up in a song on my “Summer Hits of the 90s” Pandora station and I wrote a poem, but I didn’t want to write it on just any medium. So I wrote it on cardboard.

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I then promptly forgot about it when it fell on the floor by my workstation on my rush to class. I found it today, and was swept with nostalgia and happiness at its recovery. Here is what is says for people who can’t read my handwriting:

Can’t Tell
By Maggie McGinity

I can’t tell if this music reminds me of  you
Or of me
Either way, I’m in love
With who I’m thinking of
Every little joy, each persistent fear
Melts away into the music in my ears”

 

Here is another poem, written quickly and panickedly as I quickly travelled to and from brushing my teeth today before playing flute.

(Just) Words on a Screen
By Maggie McGinity

I just want it to be over
But there’s no end in sight
I can’t get through the day
I can’t sleep through the night

I just want it to be over
Nothing is all right
It is so much harder
Having you in my life

Time is running out
This could not be more true
I want to scream and shout
Stop avoiding something new
Delay to get your own way?
Deadline’s overdue

I wish I was just starting out
I don’t know what to do
But I can never live with myself if I can’t find
Some way (somewhere) to live with you”

Quotes:

“Now do you believe in rock and roll
Can music save your mortal soul”
-“American Pie” by Don McLean

“Music is the literature of the heart; it commences where speech ends.”
-Alphonse de Lamartine

“I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore
And I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore
And when do you think it will all become clear?
‘Cause I’m being taken over by the fear”
-“The Fear” by Lily Allen

“I can’t seem to find the words I mean, so I try to hold my tongue
While I lay wide awake and restless, you should read it”
-“Go to Hell” by Go Radio

‘Flowers’ & ‘Flowers(In Perspective)’: an exercise in amusement

It’s all about how you look at things, right?

Except that perspective will not change the fact that I’m going into this week alone and I will go out of this week alone(and in Minnesota. Details). Really I should just stop looking at the negative things in my life and then they’ll disappear. Like magic. Poof.

Anyways. I want flowers, no one’s going to give me flowers, therefore, poetry flowers. And an exercise which will amuse anyone who gets its humor. Enjoy!

Flowers
By Maggie McGinity

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I am upset
And I’m blaming you

Daffodils are yellow
Daisies are white
You’re a fine fellow
But you can’t get it right

Carnations are pink
And sometimes they’re green
I know I overthink
And sometimes am quite mean

But roses are red
And violets are blue
Inside I feel dead
When I’m right next to you.”

Flowers(In Perspective)
By Maggie McGinity

Roses are red
Violets are blue
You’re stuck in my head
So I’ll try a new view:

Roses are scarlet
Violets are azure
This poem hasn’t gone far yet
But of it I’m sure

Roses are cardinal
Violets are sapphire
These moments are marginal
They set me on fire

Roses are vermillion
Violets are violaceous
You’re one in a billion
Wish I could replace us.”

Quotes:

“I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.” – Edna St. Vincent Millay

“A weed is but an unloved flower.”  – Ella Wheeler Wilcox

“If you’re feeling blue, try painting yourself a different color.” – Hannah Cheatem, age 8

“Color me your color, baby
Color me your car
Color me your color, darling
I know who you are”
-“Call Me” by Blondie

‘Young the Promise’ + ‘Dear World’ + ‘Level’: new poems

I’m taking February back.

I’m going to flood this world with words and music.

I’m going to show every story and every side and every song of love that I have.

Unfortunately, I don’t really have a singing voice right now. I’m sick and my sore throat is preventing my plans for at least the next few days. I wrote a song yesterday, but you won’t get to hear it for awhile, but hopefully within the next few weeks, along with many other original songs and possibly a few covers.

Anyways. I cannot sing, I cannot speak, but I can write.

Young the Promise
By Maggie McGinity

Young blood rushes
Over expectations
Under regulations
Rushing towards what it believes will bring it
Elation

The only way it thinks it knows
Hither and thither it goes
Expecting more than falls, frustrations

Promises and compromises
Rarely wish to cooperate
Or commiserate
But they are two sides of the same plate. Too
Late
Everyone sees how little choice in the choices they
Make.”

Dear World
By Maggie McGinity

We’re not going to give you a clue
Or a cue.
If your point of view
Is ignorance is bliss,
Then darling,
You’re never going to know what you’ve missed.

The trouble with maybe
Is that it can never manufacture
An actual reality.
Questions are crazy
But yes or no
Is so much more info
Than a hazy, dazey, waiting
Maybe

Knowledge is power
Words can blossom and flower
Pain can prick and scandal
Try to keep a handle
How’s as important as why
You make or break your own life
And this tiny, possibly inconsequential moment?
You decide how and when and where it’s spent

Let me put it simply, and in rhyme:
Dear world,
(all and every one of you)
If you’ve been wanting to fall in love with me,
(or anyone else you deem worthy)
Now would be a good time.”

Level
By Maggie McGinity

I can’t imagine a question you could ask
To which I would not say yes
Except maybe for killing someone
I’m don’t think we’re quite on that level yet
But for everything else, it’s a pretty safe bet
I’d say yes.”

Quotes:

“If there’s anything that you want
If there’s anything I can do
Just call on me and I’ll send it along
With love from me to you”
-“From Me to You,” by The Beatles

“Art is the highest form of art.”
-Gerhard Richter