Maggie’s Picks 6.16.2015: “I Ran” by A Flock of Seagulls & “Iran So Far,” an SNL Digital Short

Except I almost never run, especially when I have a knee injury.

Good song, strange music video, as is the 80s.

This was hard to find on the interwebs, but so worth it.


‘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

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

Happy Anniversary + ‘Can’t Get You Out of My Head’ poem series

I have been blogging for exactly a year today.

Or so says WordPress, anyways, when they notified me of this.

So yay!!!


I’m also announcing the “Can’t Get You Out of My Head” series.

I tend to get music stuck in my head a lot, so I’m going to write some poetry about it. I’ll write a poem for each of these songs, and as more get stuck, I’ll add them to this list. I’ve also included some YouTube videos for these songs, if you want to pre-party(intellectually speaking) before reading my poems about them.

Can’t Get You Out Of My Head:

Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog

There Once Was a Man

Fluorescent Adolescent/The Best I Ever Had

Kiss Me Kate Revisited

Anyone Can Whistle

Musical theatre is stickier than gum to my brain, as are many other songs. I’ll be adding things and videos onto this post as songs get stuck on repeat in my head.

Anyways, no poem today! Good night!


“The first year was like icing. Then the cake started to show through …”
-John Ashbery

“If I could just find the time
Then I would never let another day go by …

Maybe it’s not my weekend
But it’s gonna be my year” – “Weightless” by All Time Low

‘Greener Feels’ demo(new song)/’Why did I record this?'(new poem)

Special treat today! I’m sharing a song.

But first, since it’s NaPoWriMo, a haiku about sharing a song:

Why did I record this?
By Maggie McGinity

Why did I record
This song? Post it on my blog?
Sharing is caring?”

And now, an explanation.

I’ve been kind of a two-subject pony the last week or so, writing exclusively about a couple of subjects, and I’m finally started writing songs again. I’ve actually been writing them off-and-on (mostly on) since I was 14, but haven’t had a chance to record and edit all of them into the albums I want to create. It’s a huge compromise of my perfectionist ideals just to share this, but I want to share it, and:

I recorded it late Tuesday night, in a practice room in Music Hall(thus the faint, unrelated background noises/music), right after I wrote the accompaniment. This is literally the 4th or 5th time I’d ever played it, so you’ll hear me thinking, stopping to remember which chord comes next, not liking how I started a vocal line and starting it over.

I wrote the vocal melody and lyrics on Sunday, April 7, but it’s sometimes hard to hear anything over the piano(it’s a really rough recording, thus why it’s a demo), so I typed up the lyrics so you can read them as you listen(occasionally they vary from the recording, because I sometimes forget my own lyrics). Or, if you don’t want to listen, you can treat them as a poem of sorts. Enjoy(please don’t judge too harshly)!

(unlisted video, only people with the link can view it, my WordPress account isn’t fancy enough for audio files)

“Greener Feels (lyrics)
By Maggie McGinity

Verse 1:
I don’t know if it’s my mind, or circumstance, or just some twist of fate
That turns my comforts into bad things, and lets me know too late.
Behind this smiling mask there lies an overwhelming plate.
Does anyone have the date? Does someone have the date?

Chorus 1:
‘Cause this is not my day.
This is not my month.
This is not my year,
From what I hear,
On me it’s given up.
This is not my life
The way I thought it would be now.
How, how
Is nothing good enough?
Verse 2:
My room is neat, I’m on my feet. I get to move around,
But so incomplete, I call my beat, still clinging to the ground.
On hands and knees I fall with ease. To that stage I revert.
I swear there was once, though I can’t remember,
A time I didn’t hurt.
I didn’t hurt
Chorus 2:
When it could be my day
It could be my month
It could my year
Back then, my dear,
No one had given up
It could be my life
The way I imagined it now.
How, how
Is faith not good enough?
I am not the only lost and wandering seeker,
I’m not the only referred to as a late-life peaker,
But I am not engaged in that so much meaner
Field of staking a pasture, but still seeking out greener feels
Chorus 3:
And this should be her day
This should be her month
This should be her year
Somehow, in fear,
I guess she’s given up.
This is not her life
The way I want it to be now!
How, how
How, how
Is safe not good enough?”
Two quotes by the same author:
“Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s not because they enjoy solitude. It’s because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.”
-“My Sister’s Keeper,” by Jodi Picoult
“There were two ways to be happy: improve your reality, or lower your expectations.”
-“Nineteen Minutes,” by Jodi Picoult

Dehydrated/ ‘Draining’ (new poem)

So I have a cold/sore throat. The sore throat is the worst of it. It’s really particular. It won’t let me drink water.

That ice water looks really good, right? Not to my throat. Water burns it. I’m getting really dehydrated because I won’t drink anything. I know this because I’ve gotten two nosebleeds in the last 24 hours. I’m combating one with small pieces of tissue and head tilting right now.

I’m drinking some sweet lemon tea at the moment. It’s a bit sweet for my taste, but it’s helping. Anyways, being sick now reminded me of another time I was sick, and I wrote a poem about it. Enjoy!

By Maggie McGinity

Sore throat
Sore head
Shivering in my bed
Curled in on myself
I won’t reach out for help

Sore hands
Sore feet
No time to retreat
You do everything you can
They expect you to keep standing

Not down
Do not rest upon the ground
They all lean on you
But you
Cannot lean on them

Heavy weight
Hard to think
Need some down time
Need a drink
Sore throat stings
With every sip
Sore throat sings
But still you slip

Now you’re crawling
Up the walls
No one will catch you
When you fall
Back in time
But not into place
Fickle, fallen
Friendly face

Sore throat
Sore head
Sleepless in my bed
Curled in on myself
There’s no one here to help

So many regrets
Can’t change the moments
To lighten your struggle and strife
So my feet will stay cold
My healing on hold
As the heat drains out of my life”

Quote about sickness:

“Love alleviates you the moment you become too sick with it. Live to love, even if you don’t outlive the experience.”
-Benson Bruno