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Miranda Mar 2019
I don't know what's worse.
Having your heart broken
Or breaking someone else's

And to you I'm sorry.
My love letter to you
  Mar 2019 Miranda
Coraline Hatter
he left me for the sea

and when he left, he took my heart
and never returned it to me
  Mar 2019 Miranda
Nikita
Lick my lips
Cradle my face
Gaze into my eyes
And tell me I'm safe
  Mar 2019 Miranda
Warren
When you die,
I’ll shed a tear,
Not because your gone,
But because you won’t be here,
Not because I’ll miss you,
But because I cannot kiss you,
The dying doesn’t scare me,
Being alone is what I fear.
Miranda Mar 2019
I like how my body looks
In a broken mirror.

The many cracks give my body
A different shape.
A shape I’m proud
To call mine.

The many cracks hide my reality
For a short amount of time.

Until I leave the broken mirror
And walk in the hall to see a whole mirror
With no cracks.
And I see myself.
My true self.

The body I’m not proud is mine.
Came up with this after shattering my mirror this past week
  Mar 2019 Miranda
MicMag
What's it take
These days

To write a poem

That makes the world go mad
That brings the crowds to their feet
That spreads like wildfire
Through a dry winter forest

Is it those excessively long words?
The ostentatiously loquacious
Platitudinous ramblings
Of an insecure mind aspiring
To authentic intellect?

Is it perhaps...
     the "creativity"
               of      varied      spacing
  or...    could it be..... the lack
                              of capitalization
               the loathsome little letters
               screaming out
                         hey, look at us!
         ... or maybe it's
               the punctuation marks,
     littered, haphazardly
          through the text
                    (whether used correctly)
               or, theyre not?!
     despite worrds mispeled
          and a grammar might is broken
   can these gimmicks increase interest
        though miswritten or misspoken?

Is the trick alliteration
Whose bite brightly bids us
To center on the snappy sounds?
Although all along
     unvoiced underneath
Ideas idle in the isles
   (or perhaps the aisles)
Of the mind
To meld and craft and bind
Our thorough thoughts
And worthy words
Into lines
Which
Heard by herds
Raise the
                  Praise for which we
                  Privately, desperately
                  Pray

Maybe it's a magical mix
Of splendid in-your-head rhythm
Marvelous meter that perfectly clicks
Flowing smoothly without schism

Well-spaced stanzas
Well-used time
Well-crafted phrases
Well-thought-out rhymes

Well, maybe not...
     those gems are often ignored
     cast-aside, unread, even abhorred

Why?

Because the modern world
doesn't need your rules
your restrictions
your regulations
your misguided boundaries
your oppression
your antiquated ideas
   of "the right way"
   to write
   to speak
   to act
   to live
   to (fill in the blank)

No, what the modern world needs
is
Negation!
Contradiction!
Resistance!
Revolt!

And poetry whose words
Say the same thing
Repeat the same meaning
Echo the same lyrics
Rephrase the same thoughts
But in an ever-so-slightly
Different
Varied
Altered
Adjusted
Changed up way

Line
After line
Of synonyms
          over
               and
                    over
                         and
                              over
                                   again

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What's it take
These days

To not give in
To narcissism's spiral?

But more importantly:
What's it take

To make my poem go viral?
Only halfway cynically written, I swear!
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