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From Dust we were made,
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And to Dust we are headed.
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From Dust we made mountains,
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And on Dust we have treaded.
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From Dust we formed empires,
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That in Dust were embedded.
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From Dust we were made,
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And to Dust we are headed.
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 May 2015 Miranda Renea
Rose
If I could paint a picture
It would be of this tree
Sun shining through
Branches tickling me
I rest at its trunk
Read aloud to a bee
Two small spotted skunks
Are both here to see
The sun and the tree
Listen gently

100-something ants
On a voyage
All around your uneven terrain
One-by-one,
I hear their little voices
So full of hope and promise
"We're gonna make it today!"
Your Mind Is A Powerful Thing
 May 2015 Miranda Renea
Madeysin
He folded my pupils into his compute dialectic eyes. This smoke filled haze, I dug through the filing cabinet to find my iris. Only came up with a few paper clips, & leadless pencils. He hole punched our memories & wrote down the dates across the calendar in red lettered pens, fine script. Of a teacher, who taught me how to love. Stapled my heart to the front page of the packet. I forgot to study.
Someone wanna go to Dunkins?
 May 2015 Miranda Renea
Eva D
He uses her.
And she knows.
It's okay.
Maybe because it's better to be used than not wanted at all.
I love you too much
That I can hate you
That I can cry about you
That I can worry about you
You're too much to handle
But the one I love most
I scream I cry
On the inside
While my mask of bliss
Breaks a little
piece by piece
How much longer will this last?
I whisper to myself
Tears Rolling down
When everyone turns around.
He likes to light up
light me aflame
puts me to shame
for all that I am..
I am a forest filled with weeds
and droopy trees
but he spends hours
picking through
looking for flowers
at the sight of none
I know I'm done
filled with anger
he lights up
lights me aflame
burns my weeds to ashes
roots to coal
and trees to stone
smoke signal of despair
suffocating smell of loss
a graveyard I hoped someone would love
but why love the ****
when you can have the flower?
why care for something in need
when you can double your power?
he likes ****
but of a different breed
lighting up with flowers
who personalities are sour
me behind
scorched and scared
just a ****
wishing
I was his kind of ****.
why are stoner boys so cool and charming?
In the wake of morning,
I feel as if I have awaken from the dead.
No enthusiasm.
No care for really,
Anything.
You see anonymous reader,
I lost what was once precious,
And as soon as you've sampled,
The richest flavor,
The mind simply cannot forget.

Day by day I am haunted with a
Barrage of memories from the dark,
Hidden past of my first life.
Who would've thought I'd end up like this,
An individual who can barely carry the Weight of his own shoulders.

Day by day I ache with a pain of
Unbearable agony.
Where has She gone?
Will She ever return?
Is what I ask myself constantly.
As of now,
You are nothing more than my imagination.
A thought.
Existing solely in the labyrinths
Of my own tainted clarity.
The last time I held You,
Kissed You.
Is all in my mind,
A record of what we once were.
The truth is I've been alone since You.
It's not that I can't find intimacy.
But once you've lusted and
Feel the emptiness that comes
With wasting your time on an
Individual who has no real
Purpose in your life.
It's maddening.
A repeated cycle of physical
Abuse & mental fallacy.
You see,
None can really compare.
The unseen scar of love.
What a beautiful tragedy we were.
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