Biography of miranda shaffer
well first of my name is mirand shaffer i love to write peoms they are the best and i vent through them with my feelings.i like to go skating and hang out with friends and i normally am a sweet girl to talk to sooo message me :)
miranda shaffer Poems
Tick-tock Watching the clock Couting the minutes, Counting the
here i am the real me, i promised myself not to say these things to keep to myself. but the fire burns inside and my tongue feels numb, but just tonight i want you to understand who i really am. not the girl made up of lies, or the mask i hide myslef behind here we are, standing face to face.
waterfalls of blood upon their hands and bodys their faces streaked with tearsand wracked with fears in this war with no safe sound of a full army they stand vulnerable and in east reach
Rain pouring down from my cheeks Sobbing tries to take a peak Lightning strikes FIlled with fright
This Girl Needs Help
Death Can Come In Many Ways
Death by murder Death by chance Death by secert night romance Death by number
So strong yet so fragile If only you could see your beauty The color you bring into life Yet your wing is damaged
I love you and I'm here to stay, that is what you always say, Kiss me and I can barely breathe, Sending bolts into my knees,
Xanother Unread Storyx
There was this girl, in the back of my class, So shy and quiet, sitting near the window of glass, She'd do her work alone, never saying a word, Barely present in any story of gossip that she heard.
Anorexia Isnt A Phase
flesh into decay. she rots slowly here, skinny is her dream fat is her fear. she'll sit there in silence not eating a bite, ask her about it and she'll win the fight, words and phrases, phrase into skin, skin into cuts, cuts turn to blood, blood into scars, beautys imperfections on her skin marrs,
Sinister Little Voices
'give it up' those little voices tell me i've had enough who am i supossed to be? they scream, they whisper, they're mean, they always yell at me 'give it up' 'you're worthless' i wont believe it i've had enough of this where do i fit?
You'Ve Seen Her
My Heart's For Sale.
my heart's for sale it wasnt worth the price it's waitin on a dusty shelf it's cracked merchandise
River Of Blood
waterfalls of blood upon their hands and bodys
their faces streaked with tearsand wracked with fears
in this war with no safe sound of a full army
they stand vulnerable and in east reach
pray for safty and to see their familys again
'whats the worth of thi? ' they ask themselves
'what are we to gain? '
lost in the filed of uncertaninty they wallow
wishing upon a star to a tomorrow...