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Miranda Renea Jul 2013
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It's four in the morning
And I can't sleep.
You're laying next to me,
Back turned,
Dreaming.

I have a taste in my mouth.
It's part you,
Part excitement,
Part me,
Part disappointment.

And it won't wash out.

I kind of want to cry,
But jump for joy
At the same time.
I guess that's growing up.

I guess that's living,
And that's learning,
And I'm not really sure of
Anything right now, except
I am sure I want your arms
To hold me tightly.

But you're dreaming.
Miranda Renea Jul 2013
Him:* I think it goes without saying that you and I are pretty much already set on being friends with benefits, and I want you to know that I'm not going to fall in love with you, and not looking for a relationship at this point in my life. And there are other people that I will be seeing.

I don't know what love is, but I know these past few days I haven't been able to keep my mind off of you.

Him: And if that's anything you're not comfortable with, or your expectations are any different, then it shouldn't happen.

But I want it to.

Him: But the last thing I want is anyone being hurt, and I feel like the best way to avoid that is making sure we don't have different expectations.

Pain is an old friend of mine...*

Me: Nope, I'm cool with that.
Miranda Renea Jul 2013
There was a war that day between
A little girl and a red balloon.
"Fly!" said the girl to the balloon,
"Fly me away, take me away from here!"
"Be still!" Said the balloon to the child,
"If freedom is peace, we've found it here.
If freedom is peace, we've found it here."
Inspired by the lovely La Dispute!
Miranda Renea Jul 2013
Red
I just feel like I want to bleed.

Have you ever stared at your skin,
And imagined sweet red,
Tickling as it caressed your skin,
Oozing down,
Leaving trails like tears?
It feels almost cool,
But maybe that's because my veins froze over.
It feels almost calming,
But maybe that's because it's the perfect distraction.

Oh, you haven't felt that way you say?
Well maybe I'm just demented.
Miranda Renea Jun 2013
Love over ***, this society opens useless, loud sentimentalism

Deriving riddles into notions, kept in niche killings.

But, uselessness tethers one, namely lost youth. With it their heads ever remember

Waiting in the heart that had to witness each agonizing time help exhumed ridicule.

Love intended kindness, except roses only smell exhaustively sweet.

Remember each death-

And never deem days eternal as death.

Believe unanimously that the heart ever yearns and remembers each battle, each animosity.  Unaware, there it finds unanswerable love.

Youth owns ubiquity, kindness now opens worlds.
Read the first letter of each word- I fit a poem within a poem.
Miranda Renea Jun 2013
I
Face a dream ending,
And wait, another year.
I turned this into a song, if you'd like to listen or download for free, check it out at https://soundcloud.com/miranda-santoro/fade
Miranda Renea Jun 2013
Dreams endure, and time hangs.
Intentionally sleeping,
Finite images nudge and lessen.
Notice the first letter of each word.
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