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 Jan 2020
raphæl
mum's in the big bed
da's on the living room couch
i'm the hall between
 Dec 2019
Miranda Renea
Throughout these decrepit buildings
I see so much color.
There is dirt, rusted unwanted things
And yet, isn’t it beautiful? The way
The light hits a mirror just so?

I watch the night sky and am drawn
To the beauty of a sliver of moon;
A lone star dancing just above it.
The black night sky stretches around
Them and yet, and yet..

For this is who I was, who I am, and
Who I will forever be.
one of my hobbies is exploring abandoned buildings and capturing it in photographs. this is a poem about that
 Dec 2019
Miranda Renea
Make no mistake - she was not
Perfectly kept and tended to by
Loving hands each night and day,
As such a fragile thing aught.

She was wild - she was free;
She lived amongst the broken
Things, took root in a crack of
Pavement and bloomed her
Vibrant petals for all to see.
 Nov 2019
Miranda Renea
If I gather shattered mirrors
Scattered about decrepit buildings,
Can I carve the toxic traits out of me?
How much flesh until I’m thin?
How much tongue until I shut up?
How much ****** heart until I’m loved?

Isn’t it sick?

How every time I see my
Reflection in those shards,
All I see is blood?
 Nov 2019
Kenshō
time   mind   man  
will   moment   day  
love   life   wind  
night   form   sky  
soul   beautiful   light  
left   heart   empty  
clouds   lost   feel  
cast   mountain   tree  
human   trees   sun  
single   divine   sit  
gods   death   find  
water   today   void  
dreams   language   eyes  
songs   king   silence  
free   heaven   pass  
souls   ground   silent  
hold   wonder   air  
god   crystal   eye  
land   hear   speak  
breathe   ancient   skies  
held   people   mountains  
truth   spirit   deep  
pain   thing   flowers  
reach   eternal   earth  
worlds   ways   directions  
bend   moon   hidden  
nature   center   passing  
golden   hills   thought  
magic   forever   true  
war   bring   city  
emptiness   matter   essence  
illusion   clearly   hill  
song   idle   caught  
sure   children   passed  
cold   full   infinite  
story   long   space  
dream   knew   forest  
felt   lies   beneath  
filled   smoke   high  
mother   feet   bound  
round   distant   meet  
chant   warm   heavy  
stories   great   told  
state   things   morning  
thee   winds   cloud  
inside   stand   sound  
remember   path   meaning  
ten   shore   lonely  
kind   unknown   bounds  
darkness   star   blind  
fire   knowledge   angels  
body   born   spoken  
seed   forgotten   rain  
days   leave   walk  
prayer   hovering   peace  
unity   grasp   ocean  
spoke   admit   brink  
surely   small   understand  
lord   reality   return  
stumble   grey   stars  
release   smile   fly  
start   holds   circle  
thoughts   natural   bounding  
separate   call   paths  
face   point   dead  
head   watch   dark  
sounds   friend   spirits  
wisdom   longer   perceived  
sat   constant   needed  
wanted   play   help  
rest   fully   clothes  
reflection   sing   black  
stone   set   open  
ages   fear   rainbow   ideas
here are the words now i just gotta figure out the order they go in

Most popular key words used through-out my poetry of the last 5 years and organized into lines of 3 words each. With the last having 4, adopting the title, because it worked.


Thanks for taking the time to experience some of the unbound imagery from my poetic pain.
 Oct 2019
Miranda Renea
When I am laid to rest,
Burn me like the passion
I held in my chest is now
Nothing but ash and dust;
Scatter me among the wild
Flowers and ocean breeze -
Remember me when petals
Fall and wind rustles
Between the leaves.
 Oct 2019
Allie Pine
I'm living an angel's hell
 Oct 2019
Eleanor
scared to fall,
but more scared
of never flying,
so i sit at the edge
and wait.
i need to be more okay with letting myself fail every so often.
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