Mermaid Verse

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It Is Not Mine To Tell (8-7-2012) by Megan Seaman

Samson

“It is not mine to tell

So I just assume forget

As if I never knew

In the first place

Follow that lace

That strapped on the shoe

Which would run free

With the truth of

What was told

If I let that shooting gun sound

But I won’t, ‘cause

It is not mine to tell.

So I just jump of that lace

Space to let go

Remember something different

Anything dead that needs reviving

Like that long story

I’ve been writing, now, six years

About sister one and brother three

Against sister two

Rivalry and frozen misunderstandings

When it was all Mother’s fault

I would say, “but, it was all her fault.”

Still, those are not my words

And only half my story

The other half is yours, and

It is not mine to tell.” – Megan Marie Seaman

 


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You’re Not Right For Me (8-3-2012) by Megan Seaman

White Pirate Ship on distant waters

Friday, August 3, 2012, 12:42AM, sitting writing my dissertation. Got a text message from TF. It read, “The Buddha was with me today.” ‘The Buddha” being the small Buddha trinket I gave to him before his trip to Columbus. He’s stealing my heart. And I know it’s all wrong. Oh, love, oh life. Is it really about being brave enough to get your heart broken again and again?

 

You’re not right for me

This is all wrong.

You told me you liked the mountains

I told you I liked the sun

And the way it shines on waving tide

Of an ocean, Atlantic blue

The feel of sand under soft toes

And mellifluous sea songs too.

 

You told me that you would never accept

The furry little beings that accompanied my side

I told you that love knows no limits

It is unbounded, infinite and shows its pride

In the small gestures and looks

That are shared by two lovers

Unafraid to let go, open up

Reveal what’s covered.

 

You told me that you were scared to love again

and lay bare your downy tum

where the huntress once crept

and laid her blade down

on holy body, yours to sacrifice

to give it all up, without looking back

move forward, and not think twice.

 

And that is why I know

You’re not right for me and this is all wrong.

I said I wanted to love you

You said you wanted to move on.

 

So, just go.

Leave, now.

let me be, Gypsy soul.

Before I look back, turn around, let love take its toll

Because if you’re looking to pay the price

Then what you’ll get is the deed

And a heart of gold to entice

Cast its spell to follow her lead.” – Megan Marie Seaman

 


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What I Mean (3-14-2012) by Megan Seaman

“I wish I could write you a song

A song that says exactly what I mean

But I don’t even know

What that is.

I guess when I look at something

Anything

I see what I see, then I think what I think

A blink

And my mind’s made up

So shut up.

I see you – your over-analyzing look

Like you’ve got me all figured out

You think, “Yeah, I know your type, quite well.”

And you tell

Me, oh, I don’t know

‘Cause I’m not listening anymore.

Oh, yeah, I know your type quite well

You’ll cast your spell

And then vanish

Vamoose, is that what they say?

Gone today

And I’m sick tomorrow

And the next, and the next

And so on, and so forth.

And I’m so sick of these fucking dicks

Shaking their things and

Flapping their wings

Like some Daffy Duck in mating season.

There’s no reason for me to

Fall for your flirty tricks

So, if you’ve got something to say

Then just say it.

And I’ll follow my lead and

Say what I mean

I mean, I mean I love you

I want you close

Touch me, deep

Not like cheap lipstick and cigarettes.

Hold me tight and love me hard

Easy like a melody, sweet like a harmony

And then sing me a song

Play me a poem

And say exactly what you mean

And maybe I’ll figure it out

Exactly what I mean.” – Megan Marie Seaman