some poems by miranda (titles of poems always at the bottom)

A curtain unfurls

Off a gateway between worlds.

One is black, one is white.

The difference between wrong and right.

One means swimming,

One means flight.

Which world do you choose?

Can you bear to lose 

All you hold dear

All you treasure here?

And you decide

To stay behind.

The curtain's closed,

You're out of time.

A CHOICE

What was written on the walls

Of bathroom stalls

Soon becomes testament.

People follow blindly,

False promises dangled in front of them.

Like a shadow in the darkness,

With nothing but a person's words to say it's there.

And what are words?

Lies hissed through pointed teeth?

Orders from a king who's never left his castle?

A traveler who's never seen earth or sky or sun

Yet are falling off his back because of them.

A mirage in the distance with promises of water.

Keep walking towards it,

Just a little farther.

ANCIENT LAW

This is part one

And it starts with a gun.

And a soldier and child

On opposite sides

Of a war that cannot be won.

A child throws a stone 

And will never come home

For the soldier releases his gun.

And at the end of it all,

The child did fall.

And from guilt the soldier fell too.

But that is part one

And it can't be undone.

But now it's part two

And it starts with you.

CAUGHT BETWEEN SIDES

Just beyond the seventh sea.

Grasping for something an inch out of reach.

Searching for boxes but don't have the keys.

This world that is flat, this world that is round.

This world that is green, this world that is brown.

Everyone searching,

Grasping,

Hoping.

Looking for something that cannot be seen.

PERFECTION

Emerging from the stories like a blazing spark of fire,

Comes a knight in shining armor with nothing but desire.

Desire to fight, to win,

To claim his maiden prize.

He wears a mask of justice

But greed is in his eyes.

Another beast slain, another princess won.

Another crown, another throne,

Another kingdom to be run.

He walks with pride

And power in his stride.

But though he wears his golden crown,

The higher he soars, the farther he'll come crashing down.

THE HERO

What whisper cool your story began

When the garden dreams of light.

And see them glow to understand

The music in the misty night.

The truth she leaves behind in song

Floats up in blue balloons.

For when rain walks over sea

The night begins the moon.

DREAMS