The Good Days
Today’s a happier day, it’s brighter
Don’t mind the rapier’s sway, don’t fight ‘er
I get up, I go out, I get it done
Poetry
248 works
allow
Allow me to love you
my distant stranger
aside from mundane and
the ontology of time
lying on my bed,
gulping from the time I do not have
I seem to lack in something
At last
i unspoke
unsang and undreamed
i
Reflection of a Dream
Out of the darkness of my dream,
The flash of a light beam,
You appeared before my eyes.
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saying this by writing it means that I'm silent when I speak to you there is no sound because of the technology because
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afraid not knowing I became
I touched
it all exists
GATEWAY
Pushing away walls of doubt
Anticipation takes over
With every breath Heightened minds feeding off unspoken words
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?
Garden of Pleasure
Music flows sublime
Thorns of Fire
Stirring from the inside out
A Prayer in the Dark
By: Miranda Renee
My eyes always hide my sorrow.
I ask Mr.Clock if I can have some more time to borrow.
I Have Been Found
What I Know
what I have found
My love for you Is the ultimate sound
Openly Visible
By: Miranda Renee
I step out into the open,
Where the sky looks heavy with rain,
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.
Deeply Awakened
By: Miranda Renee
Up in the dark green tree I know,
Where all the branches seem to flow,
The Edge
Hold my eyes, never let go
Release yourself into my hands
Inhale and breath your secret demands
Fragile Ebb
Sheltering oneself
For a sense of protection
A universe of life's gifts
Intimate
Drawn to closeness then blinded by betrayal
Swept up by love then humiliated by its loss
Driven by hope then bound by fear.
Faultine of my Universe
By : Miranda Renee
Stepping over the faultline crack,
like egg shells underneath,
Pushing on Tempered Glass
(Into the Night Shadow's part 1 )
By: Miranda Renee
This is the day,