Food Observations
Why is it when you eat chinese food with chop sticks it always tastes better?
Why is it when you go to a mexican restaurant the food there tastes better when there is actual mexican music blaring in the background?
Why is it Italians make sh*tty pizza and NYC does it right?
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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why do i continue to exist when i should have pulled out a long time ago.
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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New Shoes
"Daddy don't you love my pretty new shoes?"
She stands eagerly seeking approval from the man who defines her world.
"Don't you daddy, don't you?"
He sits with his back turned, arms placed in his lap, with pupils dialated while the television wails.
"I bought them with mommy. She thinks they make me look beautiful, don't you think?"
Silence shouted back as the little girl waited for an answer.
A single tear gleamed as the afternoon rays poured through the cream-colored sheer curtains.
The silence spoke louder than any disapproval could. Her father, without a flinch, sighed and closed his eyes, not wanting to be bothered by such insignificant things.
"She said I looked beaut..." Choked for words she held her head in her hands and ran out of the room as her father sat in his self-made cacoon.
"Huddled in the solitude of her room she sobbed through her tear soaked fingers, "Daddy just say something! Say I look pretty, just this once. I just want to be pretty for you."
Children yern for approval. Be present in mind and spirit. They will know.
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Published by Meggs: 2:00 AM
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It's always a trip down memory lane when you go through dust-covered boxes filled with old sentiments. Today I came across many things that brought me back.
The old portable record player I received on my 4th birthday.
My green Glow Worm that I used to light my world with while under my covers at night.
The Phillies shirt my friend Abby borrowed from me two weeks before she was killed.
The time capsule I made as freshman in high school along with a 5 page journal I also had in it. It explained how drunk I was with Cindy O'Leary and Kristen Hennessy, how I loved Rowan Hildreth and How I was so mad at Cindy Freeman for trying out for field hocky for the one goalie position that I had. God damn kiss up. I also talked about how my my father caught my brother with a case of bud in the trunk of his 1969 Olds 422 on his way to the Metallica concert. Although the beer was taken he had his tooth knocked out for the second time in the mosh pit...or as I spelled it "mosche" pit.
Amongst all of these items and many many more I came across the trophies and awards I had collected over my childhood. Student of the month, Art student of the month, Tri Valley League champions for field hockey, Massachusetts Quarter finalist for field hockey as well as many more. There were 4 that stood out from the rest. Four trophies that meant so very much to me because they were from my parents. world's best figure skater 1987, "Fiddler on the Roof" 1992, Ballerina of the year 1987, and one shaped like an oscar for "Anything Goes" 1990.
There were two other awards I received and both of them started me on my way to writing. For two years in a row I won the declamation contest. For me reciting poetry was such a release and an artform. It gave me the same rush that singing did in a way. for one of the contests I recited a poem that to this day I will never forget and recite every so often.
Your World
Your world is as big as you make it;
I know for I used to abide.
In the narrowest nest in a corner,
with my wings pressing close to my side.
Though I sighted a distant horizon,
where the skyline encircled the sea,
And I soared to the utmost reaches,
with rapture, with power, with ease.
-Georgia Douglas Johnson
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