Enough is Enough


by Megan Blaney


Enough! of the negativity

Self hatred

Self pity

Sitting on the cracked tile floor

reflections spearing flesh from scattered droplets


Enough! wallowing in darkness

Self created

Self initiated

Lurking in the crevice of a musty attic

eyes peering beneath blankets tossed over mirrors


Enough! looking to others for approval

Self love

Self appreciation

Emerging from the soil a changed creation

spine curving in new directions


Enough! losing yourself in mindless renewal

Self commitment

Self preservation

Stretching for the sunlight released from twisted bark

new growth fluttering in the wind


Enough! is enough


*PS – thank you to ismycameradrunk for the gorgeous picture, much more beautiful than the mediocre poetry accompaniment. Check out his blog, it’s amazing and entertaining.



Written 2/25/2016 by Megan Blaney aka wiedienacht

I launch off you to achieve my own unhappiness
Thank you for the inspiration

It means so much not to be alone in this world
I’ll show my appreciation by
Insulting your cooking in all sincerity

To what do you owe your success I’ll smile
While planning in darkness to use your answers
Against you in clever ways

You have no need to do the same
But find other ways to play

Your scorecard is kept in your back pocket, next to your phone
That you pull out when I’m telling you
This story about our future

I love this modern game of love, don’t you?

Note: “I usually like my poems to stand alone but I feel like this one needs an addendum, only if because it’s not ready to stand alone. It’s the first one I’ve written in a while, freeform as most of my poetry is. It just spills onto the page without much direction from me. After a while, I get better at it. Forgive my floundering efforts (like this one) while I struggle again to find my rhythm.”

Green and Golden Snake

written 6/26/2015

by Megan Blaney aka wiedienacht

eye closed

The green and golden snake is hanging

Upon the basement stairs

It whispers to me softly

I can take away your cares

I’m the end you’re seeking

The hollowness you’re feeling

Can’t affect you here

Underneath the stair case

Between the spider’s webs

Near empty cans of paint and

Forgotten dolls with no heads

I push away the whispers every time I go

Down into the basement

To stow or fetch my clothes

But the wear begins to show

Perhaps I should relocate

The green and golden snake

So he no longer bothers me

But that would be like losing

My best company

Ode to California, Our Sinking Garden

written 06/26/2015

by Megan Blaney aka wiedienacht

I stand on the fence posts
Splitting ties with ignorance
Reckless hope for what I don’t know
Brought me here, but won’t let go
Chokes desire instead, with harsh fingers
Wrapped ‘round my throat

Tongue twisted, mind muddled
Eyes clamped shut, still light hisses through
The fringes of soiled eye lashes
Fingers clasped tightly together
Afraid to peel away and discover
The emptiness they hold in one another

Crows caw caw craw
Single notes of haughty reproach
Chasing me further down this hole
I’ve dug out for myself, overnight
Pushing aside the roots and moles
Dirt mixes with blood

Under my nails and clumps
In my hair, I’ll never get it out

The fence posts above my head now
Rot away against an indifferent sky
Beside abandoned soil skimmed fields
Belonging only now to sticks and
Drought hardy, hardened bugs
Feral dogs and guilty cats

Stalk amid the long dried stalks
Hunt starving snakes and
Worm riddled mangled rats

Catching Dreams, or Failing

written 05/2015

by Megan Blaney aka wiedienacht

Dead leaves over broken stone
Birds squall like
Creaking swings
From my youth
Important things
Or passing fancies
How to tell
They flit by
So quickly like
Those birds in the brush
Cold metal pushes into
Bare skin as I sit
I’m surprised this fire inside
Hasn’t ignited those
Dead leaves surrounding me
Going so quickly nowhere
Just sitting here
How can I catch hold
Of one of those precious ideas
And not let go
I hang my head
Crush my feet against
Dead leaves over broken stone
As birds squall like
Creaking swings
Echoing in the empty halls
Of my youth

Feast of Flies

written 6/08/2015

by Megan Blaney aka wiedienacht

Sit for your feast of flies
The unborn dies
Rests its weary head upon
Your unopened thighs
Maggots squirm
Lies hide behind
Jagged teeth
Grinding stone, pallid bone
Flesh tears away
Withered, exposed
A tired bell tolls
A cracked fist
A painted white flower
Stand, quench your thirst
The unborn bursts
Inside, twists and writhes
The unborn dies
In circles of endless unlife
A feast for flies
Constant, unearthly cries
Fester behind
Tired unseeing eyes

Today’s Random Thought

12085098-Beer-bottle-neck-with-dust-Stock-Photo-beer-glass-smokeI love the snap and pop of the cap coming off a beer, the clatter as it falls on the counter, and the cool smoke that pours out the newly exposed opening. And the first sip- cold glass on your lips, amber, sweet, bitter, and hoppy, cool goodness flowing into your mouth. So refreshing.

I could write ads for beer companies.

Taste of Grease, Reminiscing

written 4/21/15

by Megan Blaney aka wiedienacht

Taste of grease, smell of gasoline

Cars go by

Their noise just static

In the background

We sit in a hot car

Hot parking lot


Iced cold coke

No A/C

Windows rolled down

Hand cranked

Engine off but key turned

Ready to roll out

Of our temporary corner of the parking lot

Our refuge

We never ate inside with the rest of the populace

Photostatic pedestrians

Always apart, watching

With mild interest

Munching greasy fries

Tossing a few out for the gulls

Let’s Have Us A

little chat

written 4/27/2015

by Megan Blaney aka wiedienacht

Why do I feel worse now

Isn’t this supposed to be a cleansing

Of air

A release of some sort

The beginning of my recovery

As it were

But I don’t trust you

I keep my secrets


I lied

I will reinvent you into someone who

Can know me

Am I


Using this as an opportunity

Not to face

This gnawing this hunger inside me

Tearing me open from within

This heat searing inside


But I don’t want to

I can’t


Let’s just forget we had this little chat


For you and me both

That way

Well at least

Better for me

I don’t know you