HeyJaredMiranda
Hey everyone!! I'm Miranda, and I like writing poetry!! My poems are mostly are about subjects like Feminism, Neurodiversity and heartbreak. I hope you enjoy it!!:)
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Who cares? (opens the original)
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I could write about children dying. Or about bombs that have people running. But would you care? I could show you the videos that they broadcast on TV. Right between the weather and your evening cup of tea. But would you care? I could tell you the stories. I could tell you names. Make you listen to the last phone call that she made. Will that make the grade? Would it be enough to get you to shed a single tear? Or would it all just feel like a movie that won an Oscar last year? Our empathy is bur
Taking Sides (opens the original)
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I'm sorry, I'd really love to help. But, I don't take sides. I'll let you sort this out between yourselves. I get that one of you is bleeding, and the other is holding a knife, but maybe we should hear both sides of the tale. I don't get involved in petty arguments. I just get on with it. I'm sensible like that. I'm better than all these people who are screaming and shouting.Like why are you yelling at me? I literally didn't do anything. I never do. Because I want everyone to like me. Please lik
The Call (opens the original)
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The call is coming from inside the house. You are not safe there. There is a traitor in your midst. There are no signs of a break-in. That could only mean that they had a key. Stay on the line, and ignore the noise upstairs. Just get out while you can. Don't look back. There is no way you could have known. You are too good for this world. You feel so stupid and gullible. But the truth is that anyone can be betrayed. You locked your doors. You switched on your alarms. You did what you could to ke
Better (opens the original)
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I do nothing, but work.I have a life that’s not mine.They say I’m going through a slump.I’ll come out the other side.It’ll be better soon.Is it gonna be better soon?These ocean-sized waves of grief are taking over me.I’m being held to ransom. A storm has a gun to my head.Then there is this whole thing with you.We’re two lions circling each other.When is it gonna get better?<
Memory Lane (opens the original)
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A couple of days ago, I took a trip down memory lane.It was a long overdue visit, and I wanted to know how you were doing. You seemed different. You have changed. But, you still remembered me. Your smile took me back there, like it was a time machine. Now I'm thinking about the books that you read to me. How you comforted me when I was on the giant swing. Do you remember the trips we had? The silly games of dress-up, and playing pretend. I remember how innocent I was. I thought that everything w
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