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Miranda Renea Jul 2015
They say, "love is a drug"
Yet condemn us when
We use another in the
Absence of a heart's tug.

To me, it seems this is
An immense hypocrisy.
A wound; old as ancient
Chasms and humanity.
Miranda Renea Jun 2015
The love of my life
Is not quite palpable
But I can sense his
Presence nonetheless.
He grips my heart
And plucks the petals
One by one; my wrists
Warm from his red caress.
He kisses the hole in my
Head; *goodnight, sleep tight.
Miranda Renea Jun 2015
It's when the sun shines
Through the trees and
Everything seems as if;
We dread death as if;
Where the light does
Touch is magick, but
We must never forget
The spaces in between
Are forever the reason
We have even seen.
Miranda Renea May 2015
I want to bud on
A mountaintop.
To bloom with no
Shelter from the
Weather. Let my
Petals fall down
For hours, so that
Those below don't
Know from what
Place I've come.
Miranda Renea May 2015
I see Time in the shadows
Texture paints on ceilings.
Slowly flowing, I stare for
A second. She shifts, the
Current of moments has
Changed. I no longer see
In constants; instead I
Constantly see. She has
Shown my eyes yet seem
To mirror my perception.
Miranda Renea May 2015
Yesterday, I got caught in
A downpour waiting for
My bus. At the gas station, I
Saw a lady praying to God
As I passed by. Thought of
These holes in my face like
Those of her Holy ghost, or
My pap's sturdy old boots.
He always said somehow I
Look just like the mona lisa.
Miranda Renea Apr 2015
I'm writing this for you,
Flower thief. It's funny,
I told myself I'd never
Let it happen again, but I
Can only assume that I'm
The petal that falls once
You've clipped the stem.
Not to worry, my friend.
The breeze is quite beautiful
At such a day's quiet end.
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