Vickie Anthony
Her eyes lit up when the music played
She would tap her foot
And her hair would sway
Her cigarette would burn away
As she listened to the music…

She would look at me with piercing eyes
Challenging my strongest lies…
Then show me the highest highs
By showing me the music…
Then teaching me how to use it.

Her long brown hair and her tiny room 
Filled with smoke and a certain mood
Sometimes lit up by the moon
She said she liked the blues best
I liked the smell of her cigarette. 
I remember every trace
Right down to the lines in her face

Her voice, her song,
her hair, so long,
her smell, the way she used to drive
The way she grinned and the way she signed
Her name on all my papers…
It was the way she chose to shape me…
So when she finally set me free
I could learn and grow and see
The person i was meant to be…
Her cigarettes were long and white
Glowing even in the light
Her smokey spoken wise advice…
Dont ever lose your music. 

I think of her a lot these days. 
And sometimes wonder if she’d say…
Shes proud of who i am today
Cuz i have come so far away
From where it was she found me
Sitting in that alley. 

I wish that she could see me now. 
All grown up and still somehow
Reaching for the music…
When it was she who taught me how to use it. 

​~meghanne storey~

"Serendipity"
A poem by Meghanne Storey

You stood there at the deli
Waiting for your turn
And the boy behind the counter could only see that girl

You said that you were ready
About a million times
He just could not hear you
And you could not read the signs

Something struck him when he saw her
No one else was in that room
It didn't matter that you spoke up
He just didn't see you

Im sorry you got angry
I know you felt unheard
I know you felt like maybe
These young kids just wont learn

But that moment that we witnessed 
Was a blessing to us both
 It was a small reminder
That love makes this life flow…

"What it Means to be Human"
A poem by Meghanne Storey

It's what it means to be human
The struggles in your mind
Those frustrations that you find
Yes…they give this life--specific meaning

They help create a place
A quiet, simple space
Where one can simply gaze 
…deep into the past
And kick their own ass 
For all those dumb mistakes they made
That live for moments in memories they saved. 

It’s what it means to be human
When that fire starts burning deep in your chest 
And the butterflies leave their imaginary nests
Beating their wings deep in your core
Causing you to always want more
And next that moment comes 
And you feel like you've found the one
The fireworks from up above 

Then there’s heart break
Your stomach starts to ache
Time stands still; never moving, 
nothing is real
And you know…
This is what it means to be human

The spinning around 
The falling to the ground 
And all the laughter
That never fears what’s coming after
Until you fall on the cement
Where time and space stop and lament
This is what it means to be human…

The questions and the answers
The curiosity that dances
Through our heads when we are young…
The beauty of the world; and the ugliness of blood
All the highs and all the lows
When it all hurts and when you glow
This is what it means to be human. 

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