The Archive
Poems, essays and stories from the first iExile, restored with their original titles and writers, year by year, oldest first.
2009
Holiday recipe
Caramelize the spirit, build a border, stir in balsamic hope, reduce.
Add Port wine, to sweeten the deception, reduce.
Add the veal stock, the reason, and reduceWe got Hope syndrome! One Hope for 1.00 dollar. Buy three Hopes for 75 cents! More is less.
As long as we, the humans, are buying hope or the idea of it, we are prone to let down our…
I as in team
I would like to cry but unrandom tears would appear childish. Their reflection in the rippled…
2010
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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…
From Auschwitz to Gaza Strip
If one would take the already walked path from the Gas Chambers of Auschwitz to the Wall of…
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 somethingSuicidal Ape
It is obvious that we can't find a common ground. We are still believers, not rational…
Dark 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 areA glimpse through my eyes
Hello To All, I am a free style poet , writer and photographer. My inspiration is LIFE. I see the world…
At last
i unspoke
unsang and undreamed
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