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Miira Jun 2018
The Vessel
Something that allows me to release my past
And have the capacity for my uncertain future

The Vessel
Something that can transport me fast
While having my safety ensured

The Vessel
Something that drove past
All the obstacles that have been giving me pressure

The Vessel
Like a steady vehicle that has a vast
Space that can fit in my past, present and future
Miira Jun 2018
The night was icy but I didn't mind
I grabbed and slowly pulled my blanket up
My teeth were anxiously ready to grind
When I strangely felt something creeping up

I open up my eyes, quivering but brave
"Who are you and what do you want from me?"
I boomed and suddenly I'm on a grave
I got on my feet and start running speedily

Before I know it, I'm already in my bed
Sweating profusely, thanking Almighty God I'm not dead.
Miira Jun 2018
When love's not returned
Souls shattered into pieces
Trust no one, no more.
  Jun 2018 Miira
Beaux
If I die in a school shooting
I'll never go home again.
My room will sit unused,
A capsule frozen in time,
A snapshot of how I was.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my dog again.
She will sit at the front door
Waiting for me and wondering,
Why I never came home.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never graduate from high school.
My yearbooks will sit stacked
Stopped short of their goal,
Missing years that should have been.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my mom again.
She will sit distraught,
Planning a funeral
For a child taken from her.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my friends again.
They'll sit together, missing me.
One empty seat among them,
A constant reminder of their loss.

If I die in a school shooting
I'll never see my little sister again.
She will sit through high school
Knowing I can't guide her through,
That she has to figure it out alone.

If I die in a school shooting
My school will be stained.
Pools of students lives will sit,
Blood tattoos on the brick structures,
Marks of death ground into it.

If I die in a school shooting
Everyone will wear black.
They'll send their thoughts and prayers
To a town marred by death,
Forever to be the home of a shooting.

If I die in a school shooting
Will the world change?
Or will I become one of hundreds  
Of kids who have to die?
What will it take?

If things continue this way
Children will have to live in fear.
They'll look over their shoulders
Always worried and wondering,
If they'll die in a school shooting.
The state of Florida is now home to the two most deadly mass shootings in American history. Pulse Nightclub was attacked in my city, I have friends who attend Marjory Stoneman Douglas in Parkland. My little sister often fears going to school. I'm afraid to graduate and leave her. I want to be able to protect her if something happens. I hate that we have a reason to be afraid... That it's reasonable to have these fears. I hate it so f*cking much.
  Jun 2018 Miira
Sylvia Plath
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"
Miira Jun 2018
Surrounded by darkness
Causing uncomfortable emptiness
To creep into this space
While I wait for his embrace

The chill breeze caresses
The windows while gently presses
Against this parched skin
I honestly have no idea where to begin

The weather is indeed crippling
Intensely and slowly killing
This fragile being inch by inch
Sadly the pain is just like a pinch.

I need  to be pulled out of this bottomless pit
Drawing me close with hope and grace bit by bit
Despite the darkness, I’m still counting the days
Hoping that I will get to be back in your embrace.
Miira Jun 2018
You came to me asking ever so gently
If I needed any help while I was grilling

You gave me butterflies while you beamed
As your voice echoed in my ear

It was only just a day but we managed to click so well
As if our searching souls have long known each other

Days become weeks,
Weeks become months,

It's been more than a year and in Freo, we
Spent time together with our hearts in harmony

Do you still remember when we were playing 'Just Dance'
And you made me surprised by lifting me up, totally nonchalant?

Days become weeks,
Weeks become months,

I have always wished to caress your face,
As we stare at each other while we embrace

Without you, I feel as if half of my soul is gone
As you genuinely respect and value me as a woman, like none

Days become weeks,
Weeks become months,

Now we're taking a break and it's fine,
Because you're still in my heart and you always shine.
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