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 Mar 2015 Miranda Renea
meetles
When stars collide
And dreams are born
When night is light
And dark is morn'
When happiness even
Seems forlorn
My heart shall never be torn...
Into the chambers
Of your heart
I shall wander the deep and dark
I will ignite
Your Love's spark
So that we may never part.
May your lips linger
O'er mine just a moment longer
May our dreams grow ever stronger
May our hearts never wander
For our love can never be conquered.
 Mar 2015 Miranda Renea
Quinn
i imagine my soul
deep, dark and damp,
laying in the most serene
part of the wilderness within me

i walk here -
through the mazes of towering pines
and beds of succulent moss -
each time someone
too bright,
brilliant and bursting
for this earth
is taken away

for each of them
i carry a tiny stone
tossed into the pit,
which never elicits
the sound of pebble
meeting solid ground, instead,
they just float on
forever within me

now i take the walk
again and my brain
isn’t quiet and accepting,
and the stone that i
carry is so large
that my arms almost
can’t reach all the
way round

i stumble
and disturb any innerpeace
i once claimed –
snapping branches,
slipping down slopes,
losing my breath

the most difficult thing
i’ll ever carry is
your tiny, sweet smile,
your soft voice,
your big spirit,
the way you were so
determined to keep
up with your
sisters, and how
they were determined
to never let you down

your stone will remind me
that life is meant
to be conquered,
which you demonstrated
every day of your short
six years on earth

i’ll find stillness
in my inner wilderness,
and i will cry until
the ground around
me bursts with life,
and i will smile
because you are
still finding ways
to teach me –
life is meant for living
 Mar 2015 Miranda Renea
tap
the peeling paint is suddenly so exciting
when you have something else to do.
a million pounds of expectations rests on my head,
choking me, scaring me.
but does it really matter anymore?
petty pleas of help tend to fall on deaf ears.
also pretty old!
God took the rain
And he tossed it in my eyes
And said, save this.
Save this for a bad day.
Save this for the bad day.
And when he leaves you
Cry it all away,
Use it all up,
And the sun will shine again.


F.Z.**N
I left him like a child lets go of a balloon.
Untying the tiniest of tight knots from my imprinted wrists, knowing I could not take him where my travels would.
My finger tips shook upon releasing him,
but **** did he soar on the wings of the wind.
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