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Miranda Renea Jun 2012
I saw a raindrop fall,
Right on my windowpane.
I gave him a name,
Called him Fred,
Pretended he was my little friend.
But his life was short-lived;
Soon he fell-
Never to live again.
It made me think, though,
My little Fred.
How short is time-
How singular;
Just one short thread.
One short line,
Crossing other raindrops,
Picking up speed,
Racing through life,
Never taking heed of those before.
How silly is this?
Such clipped life-
Crisp.
Hmm-
Silly Misanthropist.
Miranda Renea Jun 2012
Have you ever looked at the sky and felt forever?
Like the stars are having conversations behind our backs-
Taking bets,
Sipping on cheap wine and
Smoking cigarettes.

Maybe they're telling stories?
Cracking a joke, drinking a beer, and
Gambling on our silhouettes.
Drunk, they must fall out of the sky and down to earth,
Like their butts created black smoke-
Raining from the atmosphere.

And maybe that's why the world is so ****** up,
Chalk it up to star dust.
They must really enjoy it up there,
Faded in the stratosphere.
Miranda Renea Jun 2012
It is

A**
Medical

Condition.
Root around my brain,
All is
Zany.
Yes, just crazy.
-
I hate

All of
Mankind. Well, just

About. I'm
Lost around
One silly
Night. The start of enough
Evenings I don't care to count.
-
Just as I thought,
Underestimation
Seals sickening
Trends. Try to pretend

All is well. But we know better.

Crazies
Live around town, they
Only come out at
Night.. But so does
Everyone else, just about.
-
Hell is where
Everything freezes over. What a
Lovely
Place.
Miranda Renea May 2012
Silencing my
Heart
And
Damning my
Only
Wishes-
S**uicidal kisses
Miranda Renea May 2012
Sometimes I don't want to exist anymore,
So I lay in my bed and pretend that I'm air-
(Not really there.)
Think of all the fun!
The places I'd be,
Just flying free. Like the
Breath before a kiss,
So subtle, so pure,
So innate, so warm.

And what if I were a breeze?
Calm and rustling leaves,
Tossing hair to and fro,
Such endless possibilities of where to go!

But.. What if I were more morbid?
More... important?
Like- a last breath?
A dying wish,
Death's final kiss?

Better to be that than this,
Better to not exist;
Sweet bliss...
*Kiss, kiss, kiss.
Miranda Renea May 2012
Ink
It's the beat of a drum,
The clap of a man.
A solemn dispair,
Gasping for air,
Shame like a cloak.
It's walking,
Orchestrated by a man
With crossed out eyes,
A symphony.
It's everything that once was,
Is now,
And forever will be.
It's the song of the world.
It's the beat of forever.
Inspired by the movie.
Miranda Renea May 2012
Everything is broken.
So broken I don't know where the first tear began,
Perhaps it was always there.
I don't know what's worse,
The pain you cause me or
The pain I cause myself by hurting you-
Unintentionally.
Is it my fault?
My creator, my mother.
Why do we hate?
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