NaPoWriMo #30: ‘On Lips’ and ‘Edges’

Occasionally I like to flirt with the whole internet at once while experimenting with concrete poetry. This is one of those times.

This poem is a lie.

On Lips
By Maggie McGinity


This poem is a truth.

By Maggie McGinity

Long metal tube
Is my life
Play on and on and on
Songs sweeter than singing

Waxing and waning hours
Ears tuning to the
Reverberations of my
Endless song

Many a night spent
Analyzing the noises
Drawn out of my flute
Energies and oxygen combining

Forgetting all other purposes
Or practices
Reserved for these rounded edges

Keeping calm and secluded
Included only the focus of my
Singing and playing at the same time
Introspection and wordless rhymes
Never knowing another touch
Going where the notes may rush”


“The only woman awake is the woman who has heard the flute.” – Rumi

“Playing a flute is like writing a book. You’re telling what’s in your heart…It’s easier to play if it’s right from your heart. You get the tone, and the fingers will follow.” – Eddie Cahill

“He was a songwriter
Writing songs about a girl
She was a ghostwriter
Lying to the world
In deep anticipation
Of the day that she had written
And by her own admission
She’d be picked up, kissed and twirled”
-“At Last” by Jukebox the Ghost


NaPoWriMo #29: ‘Tangled, 2 a.m.’

I’ve heard that mornings are a good time for posting, but they’re not a great time for me. It took two shots of espresso before I felt like I wasn’t going to fall asleep walking around. Dead Week. Weeeeeeeeee.


I’m hopeful to get a nap today, and return to being this girl. It’s unlikely until tomorrow, though hopefully right at the start of tomorrow. Anyways, yet another poem on one of my favorite subjects. Enjoy!

Tangled, 2 a.m.
By Maggie McGinity

Wild title
For timid topic
The girl lying on the bed
Brambles and shambles
Of hairsprayed rambles
Gather at her head

Absent from the mess
She left in her wake
Though she is not awake
And no one could shake
Her from this place

Papers and paste
Some gone to waste
Others assembled with little haste
And now it has grown quite late

She will sleep briefly
Her hands leafing
Through her hair
And she will not care
There is no one there

Lips and hands absorbing
Moisture for the morning
Brain spilling out
Fears and joys and doubts

She is the sorest creature
Exhaustion her defining feature
But now, and briefly,
She will sleepily
Go where none can reach her.

Tangled up, she knows no one will see
Arms and legs and feet and misery
But happy is the head who rests her crown
So now, somehow, she lays her down

In the darkness, none may hear a peep.
In the darkness, none may see her sleep.”


“We’re taking this easy (we’re taking this easy)
‘Cause darling that’s what dreams are made of
This story is probably made up

So why don’t you go back to sleep?
(Just like you never could)
Why don’t you dream about me?
(Just like you always should)
‘Cause I’m the reason you’re alone now
Quit blaming everything on your hometown
Why would you say that?”
– “12 Through 15” by Mayday Parade

“I am so tired – so tired of being whirled on through all these phases of my life, in which nothing abides by me, no creature, no place; it is like the circle in which the victims of earthly passion eddy continually.” 
-“North and South” by Elizabeth Gaskell

NaPoWriMo #28: ‘With clouds in her eyes’ & ‘Acquaintance’

Sometimes I like to listen to love songs and pretend that I’m in love with someone, instead of in this endless chain of likely fruitless crushes. I should be focusing on my schoolwork. I don’t know what I’m doing.



Anyways. I’m writing two poems today. Because I can. While I can. Enjoy!

With clouds in her eyes
By Maggie McGinity

Please remind me
The world is not as I see
Things are not as I hear
For these little ears
Give more pause
To any cause
Which might bring to life my fears
Draw out and down my tears
Than to any cheery news
Which might change my dreary views”


“And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence.

‘Fools,’ said I, ‘You do not know –
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you.
Take my arms that I might reach you.’
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence”
-“The Sound of Silence” by Simon and Garfunkel

“Come a little closer, then you’ll see
Come on, come on, come on
Things aren’t always what they seem to be
Come on, come on, come on
Do you understand the things that you would see here?
Come on, come on, come on
Do you understand the things that you’ve been dreaming?”
-“Come a Little Closer” by Cage the Elephant

By Maggie McGinity

I’m just looking

Around and around and around
Mind me not.

Groups of people
Overly enthusiastic
I’m not exactly sure where I belong
Nothing seems to stay for very long
Gotta go now, sing a new sad song

Bad days cannot stay
Over and over, will not remain
You tell yourself this is true

Cannot stay, no no
Rage not, oh no
Around and around me, you look
Zero is the time it took
You’re too open, book.”


“Sweet like candy to my soul
Sweet you rock
and sweet you roll
Lost for you I’m so lost for you”
-“Crash Into Me” by Dave Matthews Band

“And if you don’t love me now
You will never love me again
I can still hear you saying
You would never break the chain.”
-“The Chain” by Fleetwood Mac

NaPoWriMo #27: ‘Sweet Hands’

To sleep or to actually try to catch up on all the homework I missed with a vacation and 3/24 (that’s 3 concerts in 24 hours) all in one week? That is the question. Maow.


Sweet Hands
By Maggie McGinity

There is cinnamon
In the beds
Of my fingernails
I am hopeful
My hands will smell like apple pie
For days

My head is full of hairspray
My face is underneath the face
I wore today
I wore tonight
The smile to make things seem alright

And looking back
I can see what they saw
And looking forward
What am I looking forward to?

It’s funny
Little time and little money
Though my songs are sweet as honey
They can’t bring me what I want
What I hunt

But I have pictures
And I am richer for the memories they hold
I’ll have time soon
I just hope I won’t stay cold.”


“My hands are small I know
But they’re not yours, they are my own
But they’re not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken”
-“Hands” by Jewel

All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember
The time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again”
-“Memory” from “CATS” by Andrew Lloyd Webber

“I want to know if love is wild 
I want to know if love is real”
-“Born to Run” by Bruce Springsteen

NaPoWriMo #26: ‘Retreat’

So I’m really enjoying the woman I’m becoming right now (can’t find a better way to phrase that, sorry). She’s beautiful, confident, and intelligent; she’s surrounded by great people; she has a wonderful present, and a bright future ahead of her. I love being her, and becoming.


Why a picture of fireworks? I’m going to see fireworks with some friends in a few minutes.

Anyways, I wrote this poem about a boy. But after I’d finished writing it, I realized that it could apply to a lot of other people in my life too. I hope you like it!

By Maggie McGinity

I should have stayed backstage
But in the auditorium
I always find a storyum
In which to rhyme and write my life

Are you insane?
And am I going crazy here without you?

I miss you
The light that fills your face
And words spill forth
As easy as breathing
For you
And all the people you meet
Your friendliness and helpfulness
Will not retreat
Stark contrast to my silence sweet.”


“I don’t know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.” 
-“The Fellowship of the Ring” by J.R.R. Tolkein

“I do not want people to be very agreeable, as it saves me the trouble of liking them a great deal.” 
-Jane Austen

NaPoWriMo #25: ‘In Ames Existent’

I’m having trouble writing today. I’m far too satisfied with my life right now, and ridiculously hopeful for tomorrow.


“In Ames Existent
By Maggie McGinity

I found it today
The glasses case
I thought I’d left it there
And I was scared
That nothing from that place
Could exist in Ames

And before, the shirt
Which I’d worn first
Through the changing zones
Over suburbs flown

I wish I’d had more time
So I could exchange money
For things which I’d make mine
Cute or quaint or funny

These souvenirs
Too small I fear
I want to spend more there
For I am scared
That nothing from that place
Can exist in Ames

There I let myself go
In following, oh
And not worrying about
Figuring everything out

There was food, there was drink.
There was so much to think
Upon. There were words quickly gone
Days both short and long

These papers and photos
Are all I’ve to show those
Who were not there
And share that I’m so very scared
That nothing from that place
Will exist in Ames”


“I love New York, even though it isn’t mine, the way something has to be, a tree or a street or a house, something, anyway, that belongs to me because I belong to it.” – Truman Capote

“One belongs to New York instantly, one belongs to it as much in five minutes as in five years.”  – Tom Wolfe

NaPoWriMo #24: ‘The Waiting Room’

Cryptic poemetry, exhausted Margs, a really really awesome quote at the end.



The Waiting Room
By Maggie McGinity

Passing through
And you know that you can’t stay here forever
That would be insane
Infinite time spilling over
Every corner and every chair
Never faster or slower
Constant pressure there
Everything’s forgetting or prepare

In between knowing and going
Sands of time my soul is stowing

Now is a strange uncertainty.
Every day must have its mending,
Ceasing, caesura, (im)perfect
Stranded so in time and space
Soon there’s an ending for this race.
Antagonizing minutes, and fainting hours
Rarely hold their strongest powers.
You’ll know. You’ll see.

But first,
You’ll wait.

Miss not the point of this exercise?
Every one watch with weary eyes.”


“I beg you, to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don’t search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.”
-“Letters to a Young Poet” by Rainer Maria Rilke