CAUTION: New things, new year, new writing- ahead!

If you’ve been reading my blog for a while, you will know that I’m partial to poetry. Although my posting is not always frequent- the writing has always come from the heart.

As the new year has started up full swing, I have decided on pushing myself to try other forms of writing. Particularly positive perspective, advice, and self-help.

I’ve struggled with being able to practice what I preach for quite some time now; and in order to finally overcome that, I started up a new blog Be Good. Do Good.

This has been inspired by friends, and loved ones. But mostly because I felt that I needed to be doing my fair share of being a good human, and doing great things- one word at a time. 

New things are not always easy- but I’d like you to join me on this journey, as I find my voice in this world, again. A challenge to try and be better for myself, others, and the world. I’m trying to be a good human again.

Here’s my first article, give it a nice read, and maybe even a follow. I look forward to some feedback!

As always, sending love,

Miranda

What I Wanted To Say Was

There was a time when you said sorry,

And I said that I’d forgive you.

Where we pushed each other’s boundaries,

And waited to see what would come of it.

Time has taken its turn on us,

And we let the pieces fall where they may.

You made a lot of promises,

And they were all just as empty,

As your words,

And the terms of endearment,

My love and baby.

Because it turns out,

That you weren’t sorry,

And you never did say so.

Because it turns out,

That I never did forgive you,

And time has left it all a little too late.

So save your breath,

And I’ll save the wasted emotion.

I used to wish I could be that girl,

That filled your moments and your arms.

But it turns out,

That I don’t admire your true colors,

Or the stupid grin your always wear.

Because the man I wanted,

The man I loved,

Was just a shell of you.

And turns out,

The real you is disappointing at best.

So I’m realizing now,

That what you are,

And what you ought to be,

Are two very different things.

This is me saying,

Things are different now,

And I’m through with it all.

-m.j.t.

This Galaxy

You’re the kind of person that the silence is shared well with on long car rides.

Where there’s so much more that hangs in those breaths after a laughing fit.

You’re the electricity that appears between the thunder and lightning.

I know that this silence so quietly shared, boasts so much more than what we see.

You’re the early morning dew on the grass, gone right as the sun touches you so.

I’m chasing you through the light, into the dark, and up into the stars.

This is how our worlds will orbit. Around each other. One in the same.

-m.j.t.