Letters, Personal, poetry

Some New Beginnings

It’s been a while since I’ve updated this site and I am truly sorry for that. Whenever my life spins a little out of my control the first things I lose my grip on are my favorite tasks. It’s been m o n t h s since I last updated here or on my Patreon or on my Etsy. But now I’m working to get back in to the swing of the things and gets some updates rolling out.

NaNoWriMo is next month!!! That’s exciting and also terrifying as some of my fellow writer may be feeling right now. My ultimate goal is to have Crooked Letters to Crooked Lovers FINISHED by the end of November (fingers crossed). Then I could start the printing process and make my final round of edits and add ons. I’m hoping to have everything wrapped up and ready to go by early 2018!

Here’s another poem set to be featured in the collection; a personal favorite of mine (and one you’ve already sneaked a peak at if you follow me on Instagram):

Even on the darkest nights

the earth still turns

spins

and wakes up again

My only hope is that you do too

As always, of you’d like to get inside looks at this project or support it in anyway my Patreon account is the place to go! (Plus I just updated all of my rewards and other patron goodies) Thanks for sticking it out through my scattered time frame and thought process.

Love and light,

m.m.t.

Letters, Personal, poetry

Medicated and Mighty

I'm spending the day editing my book and making the final touches on some of the poems, order, and other small details!
I'm honestly amazed with myself for how quickly this is coming together now that I actually have the energy to work on it.
(Thank you Wellbutrin for making me feel alive again.)
Here's another sneak peek at one of the poems that will be in the book; one that I feel suits how I've been feeling this week. Let me know your thoughts!

Store bought neurotransmitters

Are just as valid as homemade

Not being able to make your own

Does not make you weak

And taking the steps to receive help

Doesn't make you broken

It makes you strong as hell

⁃ Medicated and mighty

Letters, Personal, poetry

Witchcraft

I am a force of nature
not easily contained
I have magick coursing through me
and every time I open my mouth
I move mountains with my spells
I will not let you walk into my life
and demand that I make myself small
just to make you more comfortable
I am a force of nature
Respect that or prepare to face
my true and abundant force

⁃ a witch who refuses to burn

Personal

About the Author || Commissions

Hello lovelies,

I just wanted to create this quick post so that every one could get to know me a little bit better and so that I could share with you about my writing commissions!

My name is Megan Marie and I am a 20 year old student, writer, creator, and cat mom. I am a junior in college working towards a double major in Literary Studies and Sociology. I absolutely adore writing. Nothing has ever made as much sense as when I have a pen in my hand, allowing myself to write freely and openly. For the past three years I’ve been bouncing ideas around for a large-scale project and I’ve finally penned an outline for my first novel! It’s entitled Crooked Letters to Crooked Lovers and it tells the story of navigating life and relationships after abuse. It’s a very personal project, very close to my heart, and it has taken a long time to find the courage to put those words on paper and share them with the rest of the world.

I also craft a lot, too! I hand-make unique jewelry and dream catchers and other witchy essentials. Crafting and creating things by hand became another very important aspect of my life, next to my writing, when I became very ill during my last year of high school.

Chronic illness is a part of my life, it’s part of who I am. It’s not always the part I’d like to define myself as such as with “writer” or “student” or “creator”; but it’s a major part of who I am and it influences my day to day life. Writing and crafting are things that help me cope, help me live, and I love being able to share my journey with others.

So a little bit more about me in the present and about my commissions! I am currently in-between jobs and struggling to maintain an active presence in my schooling due to my mental illnesses. Right now, I am living with parents and trying to find a way to work until school begins again in the fall. My goal is to save up enough money to move up north to Humboldt County with my lovely datemate and my precious furbaby! So, as of right now, I’m opening up my writing commissions!

Prices for writing commissions are as follows:

  • Short story (~1000 words): $15
  • Short story (~2000 words): $20
  • Poem (2 stanzas): $15
  • Poem (4 stanzas): $20
  • Acrostic poem (1 word/name): $10
  • Acrostic phrase poem (1 phase/sentence): $25
  • Prose piece (300-500 words): $10

If you like to more information you can email me at piles.papers@gmail.com or simply leave a comment below!

I also do freelance editing work at PilesofPapers on Etsy!
And if you’d like to check out some of my crafts they can be found at CosmicWitchery on Etsy, as well!

If you would like to support me and my writing I also have a Patreon account where I share updates about my novel – I’d love for you to check it out. And if you like my writing and my blog and all of my free content; I would greatly appreciate if you would consider supporting me on Ko-fi – I truly do appreciate it from the bottom of my heart.

Love and light,
m.m.t.

Personal, poetry

I Was Lost

I was lost.

I was wandering aimlessly as a ghost, not quite sure who I was or where I was going. But I found solace in the numbness I was left with.

I was lost.I was lost and growing used to the loneliness of nothingness. The empty feeling I was left with had swallowed me whole and I couldn’t escape its grasp.

I didn’t want to.

I didn’t want to fight against the current any longer. Being swept out further into the sea of confusion, of absolution, was the only thing I knew anymore.

I was tired.

I was tired of being pulled under by the raging current. I couldn’t catch my breath. I couldn’t come up for air. I couldn’t grasp the concept of battling against the inevitable any longer.

I was done.

I was done trying to steady myself in a place where I knew I didn’t belong.

I was sinking.

I was sinking lower down into the abyss where I felt that I could finally rest.

I felt free.

I felt free of the burden of the weight of my solitude. The weight that had ended up drowning me. Complacent in the emptiness and calling it home.

But then there you were.

There you were, shooting into my universe like a meteor. Giving everything life and setting everything ablaze.

You felt like home.

You felt like the security I had lost so long ago. Like a steady tide rushing in to whisk me out of my self proclaimed labyrinth.

We were perfect.

We were perfect in knowing that perfection isn’t being whole, but being found and being pieced back together again.

I felt safe.

I felt safe with your fingers intertwined with mine. A comfortability I hadn’t felt since the numbness had overpowered me.

You pulled me up.

You pulled me out of the abyss. Soaring higher towards bliss and yet not quite reaching the surface.

And you let go.

And you let me fall back into a state of hopeless confusion. Burning and drowning all at once. Disoriented by your blinding light and suffocating on the stillness surrounding me.

I’m losing it.

I’m losing everything I thought I had. I’m losing my mind. I’m losing myself. I’m losing my way.

I am lost.