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Poems, essays and stories from the first iExile, restored with their original titles and writers, year by year, oldest first.
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when i write some poetry nowdays ,i don't think at poetry at all
if someone will like to ask :hey what's all this poetry on about?
some unexpensive buzz and rotten feelings?Deal with the devil
I have had both feet in hell for so long,
Despite the anguish, I try to stand strong.
This barrier I call a flesh cage, I tried to break free from this rage.the world is breathing
get your body to the frontier of land and water
search the ground for things...for life...scum... breathe in the scents... open your…
let the slave world release the grip it possessesinput/output
saying this by writing it means that I'm silent when I speak to you there is no sound…
Subversion
Marooned on an island of duplicity
Cast away for seeking truth
Final revelation lead to an ultimate destructionPushing on Tempered Glass
(Into the Night Shadow's part 1 )
By: Miranda Renee
This is the day,Obsequious
brief glances
whipping eyes
this thing has rolled overthe ontology of time
lying on my bed,
gulping from the time I do not have
I seem to lack in somethingDark Clouds Dancing
Worlds clash from yesterday
Predatory minds undermining the innocence
Sacred vows wished awayFaultine of my Universe
By : Miranda Renee
Stepping over the faultline crack,
like egg shells underneath,Secrets
I have a secret
known only to two
for us it is sacredStootzen, stationless & plane… still
afraid not knowing I became
I touched
it all existsEnigma
Ambiguity that grips
Is the fearlessness that gives strength
Reigns that restrain areAt last
i unspoke
unsang and undreamed
iTapestry of a Rose Composed 1999
The Tapestry of a Rose
Threads woven, intertwined, an intimacy so delicate, so refined.
Images before me, in my minds eye, trying to comprehend this vision before me and…Deeply Awakened
By: Miranda Renee
Up in the dark green tree I know,
Where all the branches seem to flow,Intimate
Drawn to closeness then blinded by betrayal
Swept up by love then humiliated by its loss
Driven by hope then bound by fear.Fragile Ebb
Sheltering oneself
For a sense of protection
A universe of life's giftsOpenly Visible
By: Miranda Renee
I step out into the open,
Where the sky looks heavy with rain,