New poem: ‘Ames is Nice’

Flash poetry on my lunch break! And no, this has nothing to do with that very interesting Ames propaganda video making it’s way around the criticisms of the internet. This poem is about me, where I am, and where I want to be.

Ames is Nice
By Maggie McGinity

Just take me back to the streets of New York
Let me get fat on the eats of New York
Waste all my cash on theatre seats in New York
Gone in a flash, all the treats of New York.”


“I get the news I need on the weather report.
I can gather all the news I need on the weather report.
Hey, I’ve got nothing to do today but smile.
Da-n-do-da-n-do-da-n-do here I am,
The only living boy in New York.
Half of the time we’re gone but we don’t know where,
And we don’t know where.

Tom, get your plane right on time.
I know that you’ve been eager to fly now.
Hey let your honesty shine, shine, shine
Like it shines on me.
The only living boy in New York,
The only living boy in New York.”
-“The Only Living Boy in New York” by Simon and Garfunkel


New Poem: ‘Dancing over me’

So I’m moving into a new room tomorrow. This is my last chance to post this.


Dancing over me
By Maggie McGinity

The Air flows by and by
The Black Cranes dancing in the sky
And I, oh I, oh my,
Can’t help but wonder why

They are my nighttime sea
The dark cranes dancing over me
Cannot float or fly free
Their mass shape a mystery

The cranes their dances doth repeat
I pray the air will bring some heat
For from my head down to my feet
I shiver ‘neath the seemly sheets

I huddle down, and round my nape
The dark does hide all curvy shapes
Far below my layered capes
Neither cranes nor I escape.”


“When I wake up I’m afraid, somebody else might take my place 
When I wake up I’m afraid, somebody else might end up being me”
-“Afraid” by The Neighborhood

“Or am I origami, folded up and just pretend
Demented as the motives in your head

I would swallow my pride, I would choke on the rinds
But the lack thereof would leave me empty inside
I would swallow my doubt turn it inside out
Find nothin’ but faith in nothin’
Want to put my tender heart in a blender
Watch it spin around to a beautiful oblivion
Rendezvous then I’m through with you”
– “Inside Out” by Eve 6

‘The Offset’ (new poem)

I’m not sure if this is done, but I’m not working on it more, so here it is.


There are actually too many cars in this photo, but this is the closest representation I’ve found of how devoid of people campus is right now.

The Offset
By Maggie McGinity

It’s beautiful

I know
It wasn’t meant for this
It’s offset
By this quiet

Buildings, tall and stone-faced
Empty of their citizens
All the learners learning
Elsewhere then

But without the oppressive energies
Of the swarms surrounding me
I revel in its majesty
The campus sans cacophony

As if this week was made for me”


“Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air.” – Pablo Neruda

“Go oft to the house of thy friend, for weeds choke the unused path.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson

“All is as if the world did cease to exist. The city’s monuments go unseen, its past unheard, and its culture slowly fading in the dismal sea.” – Nathan Reese Maher

New poem: ‘Duality’

Good morning!


In the last 24 hours, I’ve gotten 10 hours of sleep, and had delicious espresso with blackberry and white chocolate syrup. Finals week is kind of awesome, because I just have a few really hard things to do, but I’m allowed to do nothing else except a few (15-20) hours of work this week. So yesterday was actually a day I’d dreaded all year, that turned out to be awesome sauce.

Speaking of awesome sauce, I’ve had some really weird dreams recently. I’ve had a dream within a dream, and early this morning I experienced some kind of synesthesia, maybe. I associated different colors with different noises my various phone alarms make.

Anyways, everything is novel and different and exciting yet relaxing right now, and it makes a fantastic creative environment. Enjoy!

By Maggie McGinity

I’m in love with you
I’m in love with two

Or three, or four,
Or maybe more?

Not really in love,
But in love with the idea of

I’m so far from the steeple
But my life is so full of such wonderful people
How could I help but to love?”


I’m gonna take you out tonight
I’m gonna make you feel alright
I don’t have a lot of money but we’ll be fine
No I don’t have a penny but I’ll show you a real good time

Cos I know how it feels to be alone
When strangers only make you feel the cold
You never ever felt so far from home
You never felt so far from home”
-“New in Town” by Little Boots

“An unarticulated crush is very different from an unrequited one, because at least with an unrequited crush you know what the hell you’re doing, even if the other person isn’t doing it back. An unarticulated crush is harder to grapple with, because it’s a crush that you haven’t even admitted to yourself. The romantic forces are all there — you want to see him, you always notice him, you treat every word from him as if it weighs more than anyone else’s. But you don’t know why. You don’t know that you’re doing it. You’d follow him to the end of the earth without ever admitting that your feet were moving.”
-“Geektastic: Stories from the Nerd Herd” by David Levithan

Confession, Reflection, and New Poem: ‘Blue Blood’

What I love about going to church is that I always feel better afterwards.

I love my friends. So much. I wouldn’t trade all of these little families I’ve made for just one hand, just one heart.

That being said, it’s still sometimes hard to be friends with my friends. Some people feel judged because of their looks, their race, their sexual orientation, their money or lack thereof. I sometimes feel judged by my friends for still being single.

If you think I’m just a spoiled little girl who’s just complaining because she’s lonely and because some people have something she doesn’t, you don’t know me at all.

My friends try very hard to solve this “problem” for me, so much so that I sometimes wonder why they and I can’t find happiness in my multitude of other successes. I am very blessed. I am very happy.

Though others may try to define me with this, I don’t define my life based on one thing. I am trying to refine my life my removing negative emotions which weigh me down. This is why I write.

This morning, I was in a terrible mood, and I wrote this poem.


Emo caption: “A child I once babysat told me that freckles are angel’s kisses. I guess even kisses can be blue with the right lighting.”

I took this on the high trestle trail bridge near Ames. If you’ve never been, I highly recommend it. On the car ride there and the car ride back, I told my new honorary big brother many secrets, ideas, and fears. I’ve been talking to a lot of people about these things recently, and thus I wrote this poem:

Blue Blood
By Maggie McGinity

Irrational child never learned

All the things that would make her stomach churn, how
Mild and meaningful moments can burn

Somewhere, so far, someone is laughing
Only wonder is how she’s hearing

Failure? I’ve failed you.
Understand, please,
Can’t you see
Keeping up with you
Isn’t easy for me?
Not that I’m not trying to.
Gotta let me off easy.

Addendum to the college years
Never let me live in fear
God knows all I do for you
Rivals and romance and friends, to boot
You only see a girl without a suit

I can’t make you make me happy

All the nudges and whispers and joking suggestions
Mock every well-earned urge of apprehension

Somewhere, so near, is a door and a lock
Opening it takes all that I’ve got

Very, very long time ago
Everything that I’ll ever know
Reinforced how different I am from you
You choose me, sometimes, but you never knew

Speaking to others got me here
Over and over, I re-live the fear
Remembering how friends pushed me then
Remembering how the word ‘friend’
Young girl of only three, learned

Never to believe
Over and over, it’s proven true.
Waste not your will on me. You know not what you do.”


“But if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
Nothing changed at all?
And if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
You’ve been here before?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?

If you close your eyes, does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?”
-“Pompeii” by Bastille

“I’m tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface
Don’t know what you’re expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
Every step that I take is another mistake to you

And every second I waste is more than I can take”
-“Numb” by Linkin Park

You want a revelation,
You wanna get it right
But it’s a conversation,
I just can’t have tonight
You want a revelation, some kind of resolution
Tell me what you want me to say.”
-“No Light, No Light” by Florence + The Machine