Survival Songs is mostly old favorites from tumblr, but there are also several new pieces that have not been posted on here.
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Sorry if this has been asked before, but is Survival Songs a compilation of selected poems from your tumblr? Or are the works entirely different than what has been posted?
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Superwoman
I don’t wear a red cape.
I can’t scale buildings like a salamander or leap across canyons
twenty miles wide. There are more ghosts between my sheets at night
than the ones who knock on my neighbors’ doors at Halloween
begging for tootsie rolls and instant popcorn.
My first thought upon opening my eyes in the morning is how to stop
permanently waking up on the wrong side of the bed.
And my version of self-love is like the game of tearing petals off daisies,
except each and every one stands for “I love myself not, I love myself not.”
But that does not mean I don’t have superpowers;
they’re just a little hidden, like flower bulbs beneath frozen ground.
I may not save people from flaming windows or dangling fire escapes,
but that does not automatically erase the victory
of trying to save myself every day. And let me tell you, that is a battle
so hard to win: I have been so thirsty for oblivion
that eventually my veins got dehydrated when I tried to unzip them.
So I learned how to take the watering can of my own blood
and filled them back up, filled them to the brim,
and not letting a single drop spill took superhuman strength, let me tell you.
I may not have huge biceps that could rip a phonebook in half
without even straining a muscle, but my heart is a muscle too,
and like any muscle it gets sore. Bandages and antiseptic
are supertools too. It just took me awhile
to figure out how to use them properly.
I don’t wear a red cape.
I can’t scale buildings like a salamander or leap across canyons
twenty miles wide. I don’t have a huge S emblazoned across my chest.
My superpowers come from teaching myself how to survive
when all I wanted to do was be one of the people
that heroes are supposed to save.
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my copy of survival songs just came in the mail! so happy that i finally get to read your work on paper. fyi, your writing saved my life--please keep in mind that you have an amazing talent and you have the power to change someone for the better; i happened to be one of those people. you always find a way to admit to the bad but showing that things might turn out better and maybe someday things might turn around. sorry im getting way too deep into this, but just really, thank you for saving me.
I’m glad your copy of Survival Songs arrived safely, and so happy that my work has had such a positive impact on your life. It’s always astonishing to me that my writing could really turn things around for someone, but nevertheless, I’m just glad it did for you.
Best of luck with everything!
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I'm a little late to the party but could you please tell me where I could buy Survival Songs :)?
No problem! :)
You can order it through Fameless Publishing as a paperback copy, through Amazon as a paperback copy, through Amazon as a Kindle copy, or through Barnes & Noble online as a paperback copy.
Thank you!
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Blowing out the candles from my cake I choke on the smoke as I look around the room Everybody’s...
Blowing out the candles from my cake
I choke on the smoke as I look around the room
Everybody’s wishing for no more mistakes
And all that I can think about is you
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Would it be okay if I bought several copies of your book and then donated them to local libraries? It's okay if you'd rather I didn't :)
Do you even have to ask? Of course that would be okay! Wonderful, in fact. :)
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Hi Meggie, something awful happened to me tonight and I feel ashamed and confused and mostly like a fucking idiot who can't be good enough for anyone. I feel so awfully and disgustingly vulnerable and I don't know what to do. I've always loved your writing and I've been poring through your Poem Categories link because your words give me some sense of comfort when all I want to do is curl in on myself and whither away.
I’m so sorry you had such an awful night and I wish you didn’t feel so miserable. I have no idea what happened to you but I hope that you’ll get better in the coming days.
Happy to hear my poems give you some small measure of comfort during this difficult time.
Much love and good luck healing.
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meggie, would it be okay if i used one of your 6-word poems for inspiration for my school work? :)
Of course! Just make sure to provide credit. Thanks for asking :)
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m0onchildxxx: I am so happy to have this book. You don’t even...
I am so happy to have this book. You don’t even understand.
Survival Songs by Meggie C. Royer
Thanks again for buying, lovely :)
My book is finally officially available at Barnes & Noble.
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/survival-songs-meggie-c-royer/1116825386?ean=9780615871592
(But you can still order it through Fameless Publishing, through Amazon as a paperback copy, or through Amazon as a Kindle copy.)
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"You, quiet and alone in your kitchen, cigaretteless. Me, left tapping on your rain-streaked..."
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- Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz (via rauchwolken)
You,
quiet and alone in your kitchen, cigaretteless.
Me, left tapping on your rain-streaked window,
wanting you to know that everything is going
to get better, and really hoping that it does.
- Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz (via rauchwolken)
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I'm sure that anon won't be saying shit when you walk all your money from your book to the bank. Enjoy the fruits of your labor, baby. You deserve it.
My night is made. Thank you a million times over.
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To clarify: there is a poetry slam on Thursday and I’m thinking of reading two of my pieces at...
To clarify: there is a poetry slam on Thursday and I’m thinking of reading two of my pieces at it.
Any suggestions? :)
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http://writingsforwinter.tumblr.com/post/61551292304/to-clarify-there-is-a-poetry-slam-on-thursday-and
http://writingsforwinter.tumblr.com/post/61551292304/to-clarify-there-is-a-poetry-slam-on-thursday-and:
To clarify: there is a poetry slam on Thursday and I
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an assortment of jumbled-up thoughts in which i try to express how much i miss you
I make to-do lists in which every other bullet on the list is another to-do list. As a result I never accomplish anything because each item consists of “Stop missing you.” Sitting in Chinese restaurants waiting for egg drop soup to arrive always makes me weep for some inexplicable reason and the fortune cookies are even worse. My hands hurt like improperly used commas whenever someone else utters your name by accident, I want one of those machines that sucks the breath back into speakers’ mouths so every syllable of your surname would go with it.
Fuck fall leaves for their emotional instability. Never Have I Ever not wanted to die without you here, so if you’re looking for a bargain, my next gravesite would be it. Never Have I Ever admired my hipbones for being able to hold everything in or wished to be only your rib like Adam & Eve; I’d rather be your spleen and liver too. The roof of my mouth shelters so many words beneath it that the beams are failing and they all have to do with missing you. 24 mangos are rotting in my kitchen cupboard but 0 of them are ripe. I know you love them, that’s why they’re still here.
I stare at bloody steaks in the meat aisle because I get them confused with the state of my heart. Vermont has one lake too many and catching gangrene sounds good right about now. Before hanging up the phone after our last call I asked permission to put your eyelashes in a mason jar on the windowsill where the moths would eat them, but it went to voicemail before you could say another word. In silent movies I wear earplugs in order to pretend to hear your voice before it fades into the loudness of the silent background credits.
Kissing people who kiss other people is wrong but I ignore the adage and put other peoples’ tongues into my mouth who have had your tongue in their mouths just to taste you again. It’s desperate and it makes me angry and sad but even their saliva reminds me of your P.O. Box. Don’t ask me why. I tried to mail my entire body there the other day but the postman said I had breached the carrying capacity.
Never Have I Ever been as scared of anything as this poem because this poem makes the absence of you real. I love paradoxes but I hate this one.
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Forget about me, it’s what I deserve
Forget about me, it’s what I deserve
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hello! I've messaged you before, I am the guy from the Canadian army who just got off duty and was going to propose to his girlfriend! So I had to stay later then expected.. But two weeks ago I got off and I saw her and proposed and I had bought your book for her. and she had bought it for me! It was incredible. So She said yes and we are planning our lives together. So thank you for connecting me and my girlfriend and now finace for over 9 months when I was over seas.
CONGRATULATIONS! I’ve thoroughly enjoyed following your love story for these past few weeks, and I am overjoyed to know that she said yes. You both truly deserve it, and I’m humbled that my writing and book could be part of such a beautiful collection of moments. So happy that the proposal worked out as planned, and with wonderful results.
Congratulations again. I wish you two the very, very best. :)
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My boyfriend and I fell in love reading your poetry together.
Oh my.
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"All of a sudden I missed you again. I mean, I never stopped missing you, but this time it hit me..."
“All of a sudden I missed you again. I mean, I never stopped missing you, but this time it hit me hard. I couldn’t go to sleep for a single night without seeing you in my dreams. I compared everything he did to everything I remembered about you. It was like the old wound opened itself up again and I was bleeding out my feelings for you.”
- Tarryn Fisher, The Opportunist (via poemusicoffee)
- Tarryn Fisher, The Opportunist (via poemusicoffee)
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What's the best place to order? I figure some retailers take more off the top than others.
Through my publisher’s website is the best place to order; both he and I will receive larger profits if the book is ordered there. :)
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