I want you back in my bed,slithering over the covers of my duvet,slinking closer to kiss and caress me I want you back in my bed,writhing and moaning underneath me,a gasping hot mess,a volcano about to blow I want you back in my bed,your arms twined around me,your head resting on my chest I missContinue reading “I want you back in my bed”
Author Archives: Meghan B.
Hello there! Thanks for checking out my blog.
Fun Facts:
• I'm in my early 30s!
• Writing is a HUGE part of my life—I'd be lost if I couldn't express myself through words. (Growing up, books were a source of comfort for me. I’m still drawn to bookshelves & read as often as I can.)
• My other hobbies include knitting, gaming, & coloring.
• I have two "Golden Girl" Retrievers, Charlie (4) & Lily (almost a year old! How time flies).
My family, friends, dogs, & fiancé Rory are all very important in my life. I honestly wouldn't trade them for anything!
Happy blogging, everyone! 💙
#tbt: my first Blue show
Three years ago, I got to see my favorite band play live.
The Boys of Hood Hall
Jude &JB &Willem && Malcolm. You are a found family of Peter Pan’sa brotherhood built from the ground up in Hood Hall,friends through shithole apartments& ex-boyfriends and ex-girlfriends,starting at the bottom of the law firm/art/architecture/film ladder& working your way up to the top floorto push your way out onto the roofstanding side-by-side, fists raised inContinue reading “The Boys of Hood Hall”
lounging rock
the sun shines brightly through the treeswarming me on the lounging rockwhere I lie, stretched out on my backlistening to the whipper willowsand the sighing aspen leaves M.B.B.3/21/2020
Dear Justin
Dear Justin, Thank you for your hug at my first Blue show. Thank you for signing my copy of An Open Book. It still means a lot to me. It was very sweet of you to hug me. You’re one of the coolest and sweetest guys I know. I love your music because it’s helped meContinue reading “Dear Justin”
Mania
I’m very manic right now, and struggling with insomnia. As I write this, I’m up at the crack of dawn, writing this because I’m unable to sleep. I’ve been struggling to sleep a full night for several days now.
Ravensong (Green Creek # 2)
Gordo Livingstone may be the witch for the Bennett pack, but he never forgot the lessons that were carved into his skin. Hardened by the betrayal of the wolves, he finds solace working in the body shop that he owns, working alongside his best friends. It should’ve been enough. When the wolves return, with MarkContinue reading “Ravensong (Green Creek # 2)”
Piano Keystrokes
I play keystrokes like some play the piano. I plink out words, which are my melodies. I move with the flow of words. My song flows out of my wrists like a rushing river. My left and right-hand move in synchronized ballet, each lifting and falling on their tippy toes. Some people play the piano;Continue reading “Piano Keystrokes”
Dogs are too Good for Us
Dogs are too good for us. They love us unconditionally, a sign of undying love in their licks and tail wags, whether we leave for a day or five minutes (and then come back). In heaven, it should be filled with tennis balls, treats to eat, and fluffy clouds to sleep on. Dogs are tooContinue reading “Dogs are too Good for Us”
Oh My My
Blue October has released a new single. “Oh My My” is a narrative song about falling in love with someone. It’s catchy, fun, and cheerful. The speaker is a guy who has been struck dumb by the sight of a sad, but pretty, woman. He’s a “sucker for your oh my my”, her dangerous side,Continue reading “Oh My My”
Dear Willem
You compiled my life for me—a spreading accordion of file folders labeled Jude I Jude II Jude III Jude IV bursting with awards, photos, certificates, love letters, JB’s art, & my legal documents With you,you shone like the Sun,brightening the white-washed walls of our apartment Your jumper cable armswound around me kept me safefrom theContinue reading “Dear Willem”
Hold onto Me
Note: This is not a personal poem. You keep me sane amid the winter’s bite,in between raised webs of scar tissue& sticky streams of blood You keep me warm in this drafty room,using your tender kisses& your fierce hold on me to blot out the chill—the muscles of your biceps & tricepsknotting, bunching, & jumpingContinue reading “Hold onto Me”
On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous
Dear Ma, I am writing to reach you–even if each word I put down is one word further from where you are. On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous, Ocean Vuong, pg. 3. Little Dog is writing letters to his mother who is illiterate. He writes to go back to places that he remembers through memory, whichContinue reading “On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous”
a kiss for the robins
on our walk, with snow squeaking underfoot,we pass a yard adorned with a hopping robin. “do you know what you do when you see a robin?dad told me,” my sister tells me. you kiss your thumb,then tap your hands together. I practice the motion of my grandmother:I kiss my thumb, then bump my fists. aContinue reading “a kiss for the robins”
if I lost you
if I lost you,I’d bury myself to the waist in sandalive on the outside, a draining hourglass on the insideI’d ink a little sailboat on the inside of my wristI’d miss your meals of party pizza and pizza rollsI’d miss hearing all of your “boops” instead of “goodbyes”I’d miss your narration as you gamedI’d missContinue reading “if I lost you”
The Nerdy Nook 