Poems from Megan Collins
Time for actionsplits a knife in me,no longer seventeen,time to make everyday count, this is thefuture they've beentalking to you about,but...
You're not allowed to quit,but I feel worthless, and I'mtired of these tricks, these feelgood tricks, the theory of a goodday, crushed by...
I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm DEAD,but holy crow, I'm still standingand shaping this life into sometype of masterpiece, I still thinkabout...
I can't bother,the thought of life
makes me want tobe smothered by mypillow, shot up in a hurricane,twisted in a twister, deepenedby a...
There's something about ateacher, their build, and character,that makes me want to crawl undertheir skin and stay there, all warmand sung...