Sincerely Poetry; By Megan Diaz

Enjoy the Trip; embrace your journey, redeem the past to reconcile the future. 

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My Memo

Most definitely 

I blink consciously 

Defining each prompt that comes to me:

Does this make me a poet?

Is this mysterious enough to push questions?

Will anyone understand my hidden messages?

Are these enough visual metaphors?

Most definitely 

I blink consciously;

@me

stop questioning.

Your words will ask, have faith in them.

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Listening

Listen to the winds calling, 

there’s a melody destined for minds open 

analyzing the harsh reality,

I got separation anxiety,

and since I understood that the atmosphere is same for you and I 

I listen for your voice in open space 

We’ve lived in two separate places,

I’ve hunted for a trace of blood like mine,

but I proudly own the first in line to be here, 

I got freckles on my face that appeared after nine months of forming inside you,

I’m sun kissed, imprinted with readings of all this foreign DNA 

It’s the hope written on my skin in red to dissolve into something deeper than the questions I’ve been wondering the answers for,

I wait to hear the wind

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Phase: One Of Many

It’s a haze,

little curative craze,

An unidentified maze,

But a common phase,

Taught since Shakespeare was writing plays,

Creating stories from a daze,

Writing poetry formed from summers star gaze, 

Choosing the priorities to do and then taking time to delay moments is a haze,

something dreamt up it’s a craze to lay in this unknown maze,

everyone keeps saying these are just the phases,

Even Romeo went through it, hence most

inspired plays created from the artists daze of getting lost in the days spending time understanding the enchantment in a lovers gaze,

a high divine, smoking decades of 80’s records, Prince’s Purple Haze,

It costs to get blazed but it pays for letting time go on delay, a pleasure craved

start by burning sage, 

Here I engage in a reign of ongoing phase,

Never promised to stay,

there’s always an end to a maze,

It just takes those moments to fulfill,

these metaphors don’t have to apply in a literal way, perhaps that’s the hidden message to lay back and be amazed with the phases as they come and go 

a haze, it’s not a bad thing it’s sane to craze, there’s no reason to feel lost in an unsolved maze, this has been life since Greek tragedies, so study plays 

characters dealt with these kinds of dismays, they were written to untangle all the different ways to go about settling,

Enjoy your days, it might be a phase for sometime stuck in a maze 

It’s okay to crave more than this, it’s not  bad thing to fall into a phase, it’s a common way to work through the bad days, it costs to be blazed but it pays for a pause; there’s always a way out through life’s maze but not every option is worth the daze, take a minute to sage;

It might feel like a cage, there’s always a moral to unlock,

It’s been known throughout the history of plays, close your eyes, breathe

Open, hold your gaze,

You’re gonna make it through the days

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Recollections

There’s no plan 

I got goals but I don’t aim for every single one the way I’d like to 

cause short cuts and 

new highways come into play 

and hey, I’m young 

I don’t always know which way to go but I favor left, I try to do the right thing 

I’m still learning 

Cruising at a speed that’s comfortable for me, my feet sore from standing all day long,

The water of my shower washing the dirt of runaway schemes 

I used to feel so dark and stuck in a place deeper than tissue holding my bones together, 

I think I cracked once or twice 

Perhaps more, and that was never my plan, 

I had goals that changed when I headed east on 94 to coast on the other side

There’s a rainbow I tasted and nothing like

Lucky charms but I collected them all 

And wrote stories of the down falls

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Bad Things Happen but In the end, I continue to say Amen

How do you heal when you’re forced to feel fault for accidents that became mistakes?

Is it fair, to say that I’m struggling to find myself as a female adult?

How can I accept the world outside the walls of my room I’ve grown in wondering what was beyond 

to wake up twenty one realizing that life almost won over me 

and we’re not so immortal to virus of assault even if it’s just words 

How do you heal from the fragments of replay?

I barely remember most things but I won’t forget the confusion of right and wrong 

Knowing that it was all so wrong 

How do you heal?

How do you feel after going so numb then finding the pieces back to safety?

Am I free for living quietly?

I spoke as loud as I could but some things aren’t meant to be so open 

but why not? There’s no key to unlock it’s up to me, so I’ll use the words to recreate all the tragedies that burden 

I’ll wake up one day at a time and breathe in, there’s no right way to feel 

no easy way to heal after the violence gone on, 

so I’ll use the words to recreate a way for me to heal 

I taught myself how to feel all over again 

my prayers will keep me comfort and that I praise, even if I’m high, it’s always Amen 

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Mild Fallback

when my eyes flicker back to face the archives of Polaroid print memories 

I’m using the ink in my veins to continue dreaming out the nights there was no electricity other than the intensity sparked by one innocent look from the side,

after that I began swallowing substances over pride and my pockets sweated down to the last grass stain holes,

Empty with no chase to council me for accidental addiction 

Change kept jingling but I saved it for the day it stopped storming 

That old saying, wait for a rainy day 

Well I’ve walked through a few all alone coming to conclusions drawn out on paper inspired by the one that dissolved on my tongue to pass by blocks of reality 

I swam in an ocean of euphoric fantasy 

Never questioning the percussions 

So coward maybe, but courageously in the end, and always 

Where the lines were cut and blown 

My blood sprinkled on concrete just to finish the final decision that maybe this wasn’t so fun, I peaked too often I feared the highs all of a sudden and it’s funny when I’d do just about anything to clench my jaw so the deep secrets don’t get released by my energy, like deep blue waves rocking me into a whirl of oh so good 

Oh so good it is to be so stuck in this little room of just me and E

It’s been a long run from the trip of summers fading by the sunsets into autumn leaves my favorite color revealing its notion to wake up and breathe the air 

I would find myself in a crowd looking for a half to share 

Or two pairs only if it was a triple dare 

The drugs weren’t my scare they were my excuse to leave alone care 

and by the looks of it these dark circles growing to great sizes 

I’m seeing the lies instead of outrunning my hurt the medicine isn’t my perscripton 

But I can’t let go of this I want it all 

It’s not real no 

My addiction to feel this great 

It’s not real 

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Compiled Short Poems

A lot of people taught me ways of love, and everytime my heart broke I had someone to help pick the pieces up through word and action Raise by the strongest Walked over burning bridges Crossed decisions still on two feet and now she’s got a house up the street All on her own, Cause that background used to be brown storms came in heavy and the flood almost had her drown

cut the corners rounded surface so no sharp edges catch me by surprise cause I came back with a new realization and I’m not keeping the pride to hide a bruise or two so I had to do some clean up matter fact call it folded up dirty laundry thrown out at twenty one, now I’m up a size Threw my mask away cause I’m facing shadows with out disguise I’m speaking openly from the mind

sometimes I wonder If it’s the lust I have to love Or is the love I have for pain I lust? I can’t decide, I’m struggling to get inside of my heart and see what’s coming from my mind, for a while so clouded by grey, and often intertwined with an impulsive high passed back to back daily keeping anything from passing through, I was troubled on a lot of you’s I covered two of my eyes, and opened a third to escape through, visualized what’s my true desire unscrewed the doors to all the hurt I locked up ages ago

I wondered why my nose was so big, and my chest was so small when everyone knows girls like me are supposed to have natural curves and the girls not like me well they have privileges, so I waited to grow into Me, but she, she didn’t know how the fuck to get it together and pull it off I threw my closet on the floor wondering what’s the next option that doesn’t include such high expense but to matifying my insecurity I bought taste then threw it up all over alleyways in absolute dark With nothing but my shadow and some loner kids I was quite familiar with because me Well a misfit in this gray area of White or black but mainly white I didn’t exist I was mythical and no one believed me when I said my name,

I still got these broken memories of when I was harming everyone around me including the reflection the mirror holds And I never said I’m sorry but to me and all those who couldn’t bare to hear my screams I took the blood and Mixed it with my tears painted words becoming something brand new the oceans blue and my heart is royal by the color purple

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Self Concioius

format styled poem, edited and revised together from free verses of past written poetry of mine.

Therapy and some Advil for that headache

I feel let down by all the hours

My heart took a break

In two catastrophic messes, twin towers

Under the rubble I cower, wondering if this is a dream, I still have yet to wake;

I knew this was my time to swim alone

Head above the red sea I’m waiting in the water

Not by the phone,

I’m getting back to having a normal conversation with my father

But all winter I’ve been in a quiet no passing by zone

Those who find me know I’m rare but never treated like a treasure

I am a pearl and they put a price on it

beauty inside still gets taxed just to reassure,

Was it worth it?

Was I worthy of something like his Saint Laurent leather

Fuck that jacket, my father once told me money is just the pot we piss in

Tryna solve all our issues

But hear me out, just listen,

The issues are only part of solving through greater values

I take interest there’s so much we still got to create, it’s a daring thing to ask anyone to invest in

So when I look below admiring a view from a ledge

the fall became my start

Tumbling down London Bridges I always seem to find the ones who have that rough edge

To all the ones who tried to pay for my art bleeding off the canvas from inside of my heart

You’ll hear me out, and realize that girl was far more than just smart

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Engagements

to me, it felt too right

now I wonder what's to come,

hopefully, you’ll never stop trusting in me.

Cause if you do that I think I’d lose the majority of life inside of me.

to me, it felt right. I wonder whats to continue,

hopefully, you’ll accept all the fees,

please never stop loving me,

cause if you do that

I think those are regrets we won’t move past

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Trip Again

I want to trip again

I want gold teeth and a lip ring,

a whole damn song to sing,

ultraviolet painted wings,

I want to trip again;

I want tattoos and gnarly bruises 

that tell all the stories so I can just smile

all the gold, talk slow,

you should stick around for a while.

I want to trip again,

I want your hands up on my hips again,

I think it was meant that we became the metaphors engraved in ink on both my thighs,

I want to trip again,

I want to see the world out of synch,

just a little more than a minute blink

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Finally

I’ve found you in the stars lives ago

when I was stranded undersea 

coming up to find clear air above the ocean

surely you are the comfort that rocked me out of all the shipwrecks

I breathe so free laying restfully 

thanking Heaven above for blessing us for all we have

I’ve heard angels sing and each smile I continue to wear

makes my heart soar 

for years I wondered who would be the one to open the door into my darkened paradise of dreams 

and nightmares have gone into past reality

who would listen to the voices that echoed all the bad things,

I used to wish.

would you understand my love tragedies and accept

the burdens I carry now inside of me?

and sure enough after all the tears, 

prayers sent up hoping for some kind of mysterious glory

you woke me up in the simplest way possible;

next to you

I lay, and I am so gracious for sleeping peacefully

in your presence, I heard God say yes 

this is meant to be

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FaceTime

see the thing about you that makes me smile

is the hours you’re awake and can’t pinpoint all the times you’ve made me feel like I was worth more than a thousand gas miles

cause a price can’t mean a damn thing when it comes to 

you and I

there’s a whole world outside our windows when we see that sunset or the night fall over as we rise to our feet

from laying down all lazy

we spin around with the earth’s rotation like a guided meditation

and I love it

I love us for taking steps into the puddles and having fun 

with each splash, we tell jokes, and I always compliment your long dark eyelashes 

somewhere I found my wish in a world outside my own

and it’s chaotic but you’re next to me to keep it riding just fine

so we’re creating the moments to cherish with all that’s around 

and I love it

you bring out a brand new season 

drifting me to all the dreams I’ve wondered if they ever were made for me, 

I own the most just looking your way

when you’re already starring back at me with no expression other than comfort in each touch when I reach out to feel your face

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Her Story,

somewhere between 

words stuffed in my mouth 

And coughing up regret 

left alone to choke on something brand new the flavor too quiet for my comfort 

they said I should speak up

I thought these

Splatters of each break down I had been loud enough for approval

but it’s never that simple 

I got caught up in the critic's eye 

replacing my heart’s trust into something worth nothing 

there’s a price to learn by 

I just really don’t believe in stamping it anywhere near the truth 

Call me foolish for defining it this way 

I’ve been saying paper cuts hurt way more mentally let that sink in and expose the canvas and her story

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Denim Pocket

Personality of ash stain on my lips 

The holes ripped open into the threads of everybody’s desire 

and I don’t know if it’s worth it all the time but I just can’t get a grip 

flooding shadow into open air 

a thief to wonder gazing in the sky 

the rain falls down way prettier when you’re saturated in the sea of love 

pressing down that hit sent too quickly 

and for once it makes sense 

When broken down slowly just 

take me by the hip and 

show me 

I’m young again in those skinny jeans 

Come here I got something for you in my back pocket 

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Pit of A Peach

in the pit of a peach lays the untold truth of woman and her 

Peak of nature 

Through a man, she does not seek

But instead, she urns to teach 

The ways to hold 

And unfold a 

woman of 

forbidden fruit, 

the taste will result in a lesson 

pay attention to the session 

Sunday morning sermon preach 

For a ripe fruit to go unnoticed is more worthy than a rotted in the sun and 

living as if days have just begun 

the endings are eventful tragedies 

I do so warn women to stay with a cup of bleach 

see a cherry blossom can only bloom for the right one 

God spoke to the Mother of his women 

child do stay meek 

and for you, love will seek its way 

So rules to follow may cause friction in finding the right direction but obey 

child’s play leads to rotten peaches in the dirt if you ask the ground to forgive then perhaps a second chance to revive conflict then avoid all poison sips 

read my lips 

the untold truth inside of a peach pit 

is what often is the last thing considered 

once it’s eaten and swallowed whole 

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Running

Find the comfort in acknowledging 

I don’t got a reason to fear 

Cause months changed into seasons 

And I’m still breathing

Gotta reason to still be here 

And I wanna share it with whoever needs their reason 

here’s something I hope brings healing 

It’s once you’ve gone through all the coping all the grieving of defeat 

when you’ve panicked so hard you can’t find your heartbeat 

You’re too weighed down in the struggle of letting go, held hostage tied down in a love seat not made out for the right one 

But you’ll learn to understand that it doesn’t mean the war wasn’t won 

We’ve fought nightmares 

And I had to relive a lot but now I can look you in the eyes 

With such compassion that I swear on it 

All the time 

We all got a one and done 

Got a favorite song you both drove and sung 

Peaked till above was infinite 

Lived drunk for the bliss in yesterday’s 

And yes it’s true the tomorrow’s have already begun 

So when you think you were just hung up on mistakes with no button to hit undone

Paint along with reality because that’s the true fantasy when it’s already enchanting in real life 

Physically in your hands to feel again 

And count back to reach a new motion of empowerment in yourself 

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After, the “After “

Took some chances

I did drugs for nothing but 

I felt this feeling before 

So there’s always a reason for the insignificant things 

You love me for all the things that make up the deep holes I’ve fallen through 

This trip I’ve tasted before know the finish line is looking toward the moon and sun on unpredictable times 

You’re soaring right above me 

I do not know how one day I woke up and

maybe you’re it for me

No, I really believe you were sent to me 

Took me right out of the graveyard 

My ghost of past no longer knocks on the doors haunting every other hour 

That’s God working with all his power