The Just-There-Girl

-A poem

The Just-There-Girl stood by a scene

Unfolding before her eyes

Emotions to relate, actions to despise

Too many thoughts to relay

-No words to say

The Just-There-Girl was just there

Feeling left to their fair-weather care

The Just-There-Girl stood beside a crowd

Half of her heart in their brittle hands

But all are blinded by their own demands

They hear nothing at their core

-So why try to say more

The Just-There-Girl was just there

As her paper heart they begin to tear  

The Just-There-Girl stood with the ones

Considered once worth the while

But tries at conversation turn out just as futile

Her true feelings she will smother

-there one day, gone another

The Just-There-Girl was just there

To them where she stands, is there just air?  

The Just-There-Girl stood next to a road

Converging with the horizon alone

Being known through another is not being known

The same path has been travelled by and by

-By souls seeking to find more than a lie

The Just-There-Girl was just there

  Until one day-

                She just wasn’t 

Land and Sea

Poem by Miranda

Midnight stretch of land and sea

A heart on wing, far as the crow flies

And my father says these words to me,

“Nay, nothing is set in stone, you see.”

Mute and cold the walls do seem

Offering me no sympathy

Naive and ill prepared I they deem

As my heart too flies over land and sea

A time of light, and a lonely time of frost

My eyes search the horizon to see

Him returning over land and sea

To be only with me, but at what cost?

Empty saddle, empty call, stumbling, about to fall

Turn to father proud and tall.

“He won’t be returning over land and sea-

For his name is set in stone, you see.”

"A Story"- By Miranda

~A Christmas poem~

"I once read a story

One without fireworks and glory-

It painted a picture clear

Of a baby not so very mere

Hay in his hair

Royalty can't help but stare

With the star ablaze above

The gift of God's great love-

I once read a story

Now I'm headed for glory."

The Great Escape! -old poem by Miranda

~WEEK 3~

"Do you remember the two kids that were cool?

And they they were so cool that they left school?

Well do you know what happened after that?

They almost got caught like a mouse and a cat!

'But how?' you might ask... well here is how-

after they grabbed their stuff they ran and POW!

They hit into the principle Mr.-(confidential), oh no!

But they had a plan...one cool kid sang and it started to flow

And the other sang background and principle fell asleep

The two cool kids over the principle leaped

They rejoiced outside with a 'YAY!' and a 'WOO!'

For thier close escape they both said 'Phew!' "

THE END

Two Cool Kids Who Escaped the Scary Building- old poem by Mirdanda

*I am going to start to periodically post old poems that I wrote while in a study hall at my school once a week. And don't get me wrong about the school (regardless of what the poems might claim), I LOVE the school and the people there but when I wrote these it was the hour before lunch and I was STARVING and sometimes bored. So, without farther ado, here is the first one! :)

~WEEK 2~

(I misplaced week 1)

"There is a scary building built upon the ground

And if you dare to walk past it, you wont hear a sound

But inside this scary, feared building of brick and concrete

There are many unaware children sitting in their seat

They sit and study the whole day through

Day or night, summer, winter, they have no clue

They don't look up from their books or pages

If you saw them they looked like they were in cages!

But two of these unaware children were cool

They knew no one should have to sit all day in school

So as the teachers called for them to sit down, they grabbed their stuff

and when they reached the door they said, "We are leaving in a HUFF!" "