Miranda: Favorites

Jul 2013 Miranda

Skye Applebome

Start with a bowl of laziness
And some lack of motivation
Mix in with some carelessness
And a ton of procrastination.

Add just a pinch of dumb
And just one dash of cheap
Prepare for what may come
With a profound lack of sleep.

Keep cold for a month
And don’t forget some mean
For now your recipe is done
And will shatter all your dreams.

Inspired by Mike Hauser's "The Art Of Writing A Poem Everyone Will Read (AKA) FREE MONEY!"
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/the-art-of-writing-a-poem-everyone-will-read-aka-free-money-1/

Poem I wrote for my creative writing class.

Jul 2013 Miranda

all along

Jul 2013 Miranda

C E Nowlin

all along

she made houses out of cards and pictures with old paints
her hair was never perfect and her lines weren’t always straight
the dresses in her closet were her own kind of mystery
the way she danced around in them for none but i to see
the private little corner where she used to read her books
became a sanctuary when the world within her shook
you watched the angel flit around you watched her ship sails waving
you held her hand and kissed her lips but deemed her not-worth-saving
this girl she fell she tumbled down she fell and fell and fell
she stumbled cried and nearly died for you did all but well
internally you robbed her bones you took her very life
but physically there was no crime in not making her a wife
no crime they said so you went free as if nothing could have mattered
you broke through the window pane and left the glass there shattered
she lay there in the broken glass the painful red-tinged shards
and remembered simple days and that house made out of cards
she thought back to the summers then before her whole life changed
and realized that no matter what she’d never be the same

when all along she had just love for clever words and pretty things
it was you you you who broke her spirit and you who tore her wings.

Jul 2013 Miranda

dialogue of a wounded heart

Jul 2013 Miranda

C E Nowlin

dialogue of a wounded heart

I stood there looking out the window
    and I thought about the irony of the rain falling
    when I felt like it was storming in my heart.

    I watched the skies darken as I felt my spirit grow clouded.
    I listened to the thunder and my own resolve shook.
    I saw all these things and still the only thing that made sense was you.

    I thought about every girl
    that had ever loved you like I had
    and I wondered how they got out of the rain,
    what shelter they found.

    I looked out into the rain
    and I wished for it to wash you away,
    to drown your memory.

    And then suddenly I hurt even more.

    Because I realized in that moment
    that the only thing worse than not having you
    was to forget you.
    That I cannot be complete without you.
    That my soul sings an off key solo without your harmony.

    I stood in the rain
    and wished for lightening to show my path
    and instead it lit me on fire with a flame so angry
    I thought I would never recover.

    I had gone to the window to wash you away
    and I walked away drowning in you.

Jul 2013 Miranda

Hey, Love of Mine

Jul 2013 Miranda

Alyssa Rose Naimoli

Hey, Love of Mine

I want to watch Sci Fi movies
in the dark, and eat raspberries
off my fingertips,
and drown myself in red velvet cake.

I want to listen to that song you played me
last week because you said it
reminded you of me,
and that I was so very special.

I want to make your famous
'everything-but-the-kitchen-sink' sundaes,
at 3 in the morning,
and watch horrible 80s horror movies.

I want to write down every reason
why I think you're so lovely,
and hide them in your house,
so when you find them,
you think of me,
and you're okay.

I want to watch you play guitar,
and make paper airplanes out of
sheet music,
because you are far too restless
to stay put all day.

I want to hold your hand,
and leave lipstick on your cheek,
and laugh at that silly joke
you told (again).

I want to draw you pictures,
and drink coffee in the dark;
eat ice cream in the Winter time,
and read the ending, before,
the start.

I want to send you roses,
and find one way to define love.
I don't know if I know it,
but I know one thing for sure,
that if and when I do,
I might only find it, with
you.

Jul 2013 Miranda

I wish I was Beautiful

Jul 2013 Miranda

Alyssa Rose Naimoli

I wish I was Beautiful

I wish I was beautiful,
with diamonds in my eyes,
and flowers in my hair.

I wish I was sweet,
like the scent of subtle lavender,
and cherries on my lips.

I wish I was delicate,
like watercolor stained glass,
and you, holding me like I might
flutter away any second.

I wish I was lovely,
with my heart on my sleeve,
and adoration on my face.

I wish I was graspable,
like something soft to get you by,
yet something hard enough
so you'd never say goodbye.

I wish I was beautiful,
with light pink fingertips,
and a smile on my face.

I wish I could identify,
with all the words you call me.
But I am not as pretty or,
as fragile, or as lovely,
as you say I can be.

Jul 2013 Miranda

First Love

Jul 2013 Miranda

Emoni Jenkins

First Love

I miss you
And you make me sick
Your eyes, which used to bring me butterflies
Now make me nauseous
And I could spend hours dry heaving
Just to make sure I've choked up every last bit of you
Your smile
Has yellowed from the lies you told
There is deceit on your lips
And all the brushing in the world
Can't hide the smell of the crap you made me swallow
Your hands
Which promised to cradle me heart
Squeezed a bit too hard
And left ***** fingerprints on the broken pieces
My own little jagged jigsaw
And as much as I would love to say "*******!" and let this end
I can still remember the smell of your soap in my skin
And the feeling of your hand in mine
And the first time
You
And I
Became us
But my rage won't allow me to cry
On the outside.
You cannot bury what is not dead
So instead I'll put our love on a shelf
And leave it there
Never to be touched
Years will pass
Dust and time will ***** the glass
And all of the delicate dysfunctional intricacies of our love will be forgotten
And in it's own way
Up on that shelf
Our love will finally be beautiful.

To Justin: Only we know what really happened...

Jul 2013 Miranda

Don't Give Up.

Jul 2013 Miranda

Shelby Kortness

Don't Give Up.

Before you do it
Come take my hand
We're going for a walk.

I know just what you're going to do
And I think we need to talk.

We'll go left
Or we'll go right
The choice is up to you.

Our path depends on only one thing
How do you see you?

The path you choose
Is left
So that's the way we'll go.

It's a path of feeling worthless
Just so that you know.

Right now
I need to show you
What you're going to miss.

If you choose to give up now
And give in to the devil's kiss.

Look right there
That's your family
They're at your first preformance.

But I don't think you'll be there
Because you've given up on dance.

Over there
You'll see your grandparents
They're holding your new guitar.

But I don't think you'll be there
Because you've given up who you are.

To you're right
You'll see a guy
He wants to ask you out.

But I don't think you'll be there
Because you've picked a different route.

I would go on
But I won't say more
I think you understand.

Now I want you to answer me this
Do you still want your life to end?

See I was right
Listen to me
This is a better way.

You're heading in a new direction now
So I've got one last thing to say.

Whipe the blood
Off of your hand
And put the blade away.

Your life is worth more than you think
Tomorrow will be a better day.

Jul 2013 Miranda

mad girl

Jul 2013 Miranda

Charlotte

mad girl

there is nothing left to give
nothing left to say
besides the regular things
the i miss yous
and i love yous
that don't really mean anything
to you.
i listen to mournful songs now
they understand me
almost as well as you did
almost

Jul 2013 Miranda

and we cranked up the volume til we couldn't hear

Jul 2013 Miranda

marina

and we cranked up the volume til we couldn't hear

&las;; night was the first time i had faith
in anybody in a long time (maybe because it's easy to breathe
when you're speeding down back streets
and i only just then realized that i'd been
held under too long)

(maybe it had something to do with the way
your hands glided over the wheel like you could care less
about where we were going or when we would come back)

(maybe it was the way you promised that there would be a
next time)

(maybe it was just you)

last night my friend rescued me and two other of us from sitting outside a church for an hour and he took us around town in his truck and we blasted the music and when the chorus hit we all chanted 'have faith in me' and it was really funny because it was like for that hour i realized that i'd been feeling suffocated for a ridiculously long time. and it's like when i used to swim, and at meets in the long events that one little breath was like the weight of the world being lifted off your shoulders, even if just for a second, but that was all you needed to reassure you that you weren't actually gonna die and even if the end of the race seemed really far away you had enough in you to keep going because just imagine finishing strong, even if it hurts, and the way that first breath feels at the end is like the best feeling in the world.