Fire burning red hot.
Who will be the next to burn?
Ignite a soul and light the way.
Okay.    Now it's your turn.

In my mind like spring time.
Dew drops steam off the soft
Flowers they became upon.
I evaporate to high skies from
The ground I'm standing on.

Something of a bad bliss.
I stumble into your forbidden kiss.
And I feel like myself again.

For I am no Saint.
These words may be faint.
But to you, I'd lend my hand again.
It's you who I will lay again,
In the dangerous alley ways
Of my hidden places.

And when you come looking,
Just search in the shadows.

This is where I'll meet you.

Crystalline Palace,
Wave to the other side.
Touch my mountain, high peak.
𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸?
Hold your breath, cause
It's hard for us to know.
Though inside, it does reside.
We push through the unknown.
Awaiting your arrival,
My soul begins to float
In the glimmer of the moon.

My Angels Say You'll Be Here Soon.

▪︎ mica light ▪︎

Am I going crazy ?

Is this the mark of a genius?

My words and lines
Earn their wings,
As I keep with trying.
The flow is hiring,
And I'm one of her workers.

Suffering, enjoying, loving, and depising,
This all time reality.
Stuck hard to gravity.
Spinning and on...
& I'm spinning and on...
This cosmic dream goes on and on...

*Just lay me down to sleep now, love.
My dreams are hard and the eyes above,
Cast to me what I'm thinking of.
I'm working with a Transdimentional Truth.

And it's right now, that I would grab your body in astonishment of its existence. Screaming for me to touch it. Love it. Kiss me. Hard. And you would. And we would, play. Laugh. Feel. Grow. Become, one flowing unit of constant embracement. Everything is perfect here and I never want to leave this place. Can we not grow up here? Grow old? Grow fine and grow molds, of the rest of our life? From this.
This is the perfect state of existence...
In your arms.
I ******* miss that.

But its not even you anymore. Whatever part of us that had this is slowly fading, and it's tearing apart my deepest scars. For now, what are they for?
My resentment to love has a firey core.

*And its ashes are on your lips.

I love you and all of your broken hearts.
I love all your post-apocalyptic thoughts.
I love every cigarette **** in your ashtray,
that stands for every self-reflecting moment you've had.
I adore the scattered truth of your bedroom.
And I love that your emotions haunt you so elegantly.
Break the thinking that imperfect is a thing.
And exit this dream.
**You were born to breathe in every bit of this chaos.

She calls and cries,
But there are only echoes
Bouncing on the walls
Of my empty chest.

She is forgotten.
She gets pushed aside.

𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥?

.

▪︎ mica light ▪︎

What do you do when you've smoked your last cigarette and your love walked out the door?

What do you when the **** don't make you feel like it did before?

Solid rock to sand.
Slipping through my fingers,
yeah, he's my liquid man.

Standing on a floating cliff, it's hard to run from vertigo.

Spin and spin the dizzy trip, a mind like this, I'll never know.

I need to land my sinking ship -- I will not up and float along.

With all the other bits and bolts I need but can't hold on.

Yeah, solid rock to sand.
You're slipping through my fingers,
because you're a liquid man.

Oh mountains fall to canyons.
And clouds will fall to dirt.
The rain will carve the rivers,
for the cycle to rebirth.

Oh what do you do when you're entire heart could crush with just the wrong kind of look? [at the wrong kind of time]

Oh what do you do when love makes you blind?

What if i can no longer find

the grains of sand

that make you mine.

What if I lose you?
What if I lose you?
What
          if
             I
               lose
                      you?

Solid rock to sand.
Slipping through my fingers.
He's a liquid man.

Yeah, solid rock
                            to sand.

cause i can't tell.

your tongue said it once,

now i'm lost in a spell.

it's a switch flipped .

a dazy trip.

falling through the fingers

of your last hard grip -

*contemplating the compliment that comes with you.

The waves tickle the shore,
Kissing the earth, reminding her
That she is loved.

The sand lives between
The rocks, gently holding and
Keeping them safe.

The trees whisper
Sweet nothings, that ring the
Chimes in my old soul.

And the mountains hug what I cannot.

The sun brings life to the day, and
Comfort in the dusk...
When it melts into oranges, pinks & golds.

Beams of safety coat the ocean.
Golden light washes over me, and
Penetrates my body.

That is when I see you there,
Letting the light lift you;
Dissipate you.

Right now, we are 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 energy.

We are timeless in our golden hour.

I never want to leave this daze.
Let's stay in this golden way.

'Cause it's pretty cool,
That we can stop time,
𝘐𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘵?

▪︎ mica light ▪︎

No, not me.
As I understand what,
All the reasons be.
I hold my own hand.

No, not you.
As you understand why.
The reasons are few.
Your hand stretched out high.

And please let me tell you,
I am not defined by,
The Sun, the Moon, the Ocean, nor Sky.
But by the love that I am.
By the love that is Sunshine.

And yet, with love
My craze in knowing blinds some.
My daze in light can look numb.

But I can be felt, can't I?

This modesty is key,
In all, in none, and knowing me,
And the freedom in the breeze.

Stories are built in this mess of love.
Into the dark, up above.

Everything, except what I know, comes with me.

The mystery is felt.
Be that known, my soul is happy,
Feeling all the threats melt,
In love's Aura.

Just don't forget to feel the Sun.
It's in your soul, the true one.
Not for anyone to take.

Just don't forget to love the Sun.
Source yourself, and worship none.
And with that, you'll know...

*I'll always love to feel you.

I kissed your soul.
You touched my heart.
We do grow old.
Don't remember the start.

Time travels like wind.
Love sweeps me down.
The places I've been.
The faces I've found.

Don't leave me now.
Don't take my crown.
I don't know how,
To love in this town.

But it's so hard because it hurts.
And I'm afraid I might scare myself from the great love in front of me if I think too hard about the hurt living on in love. But this is my art. To take a feeling and dissect it. Bring its most unspoken parts alive, and say them. Sometimes I hesitate because like me, people don't wanna hear about the hurt either. My words - my art - sometimes creates an uncomfortable sensation in people. Or reminds them of an old belief they haven't let go of. Or of forgotten moments of self consultation they had probably consciously released, because, let's face it. It is really hard to take some of these feelings of hurt and learn from them. Embrace them fully. To devote life to understanding them. To innerstanding them. It can be very difficult. Sometimes nothing else matters but my urge to dig in the fabric of life and create sensation through words. This addiction has me often sick with emotion. Continuously & fully taking on surrounding energies. To learn, to calculate, to feel everything available to feel. I can't shut it off. And my brain may go wild and my chest fly too high with anxiety. The anxiety of a tornado of unprocessed emotional junk, spewing from the cracks of the world's ego. But it is in this feeling, that I came to know my calling. And it is this, that lays out the lessons I know I must learn, in this lifetime. It is this, that has bread my direction. "

..............miss..............mica.................. <3

You made it better, like you always do.
Sunshine life - there ain't no other way to.
It's the wise words of all I know..
And you are always ready to show,
Exactly what is needed.
You are the key to proceeding.
You are the light that's always shining.
Answering; listening; minding.
Having the direction to go,
But only ever saying 'yes', or 'no'.
And then those special times.
I scream, you *****, I whine.

Everyone is a mirror.
There's no way to see it clearer.
I am you, you are me.
Together with Sunshine,
we could be *free.

Ocean tides bring breeze in to air.
The life of us is always fair.
Air pacing all around us, for us.
Inhale nature at its finest.
That's the purpose.
So live it.

Don't question why once more.
Swim your way to the shore.
Rest your head for it is sore.
And lay it on the earth -
This is your re-birth.

It's been a while since this,
feeling,
came to visit.       This,
all too familiar...
crawl-out-of-my-skin,
feeling.       This,
boulder-in-my-throat,
choking-not-breathing,
feeling.       This,
isolate-and-hide,
I've-been-compromised,
feeling.       This,
     𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴...
     that if you go now,
     my heart might stop beating.

▪︎ mica light ▪︎

𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵?

𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘥?

"Bury me,
in your protection."
𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥,
"Keep me
and my heart collected."
𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥,
"I will
embrace your affection,
𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐,
feel safe
wrapped in this connection."

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐...

𝗚𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂.

I handed you in pieces,
all my beauty and my truth.
You promised you would hold them
with love the whole way through.

𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥,
to believe
that it was 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗲.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺,
I believed
that it was 𝘆𝗼𝘂.

But for some reason, this feeling
makes me commit treason.
I cause my own bleeding -
my boundaries weaken.

This lighting's deceiving
and I'm seeking to find,
the line intervening
between you and I.
But it's gone to the night.
You're all that I want.
You're all that's in sight.

I don't want to escape 𝘺𝘰𝘶,
or this 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭 on my 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁.

So, when you asked me...
"𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?"

𝗜 𝗴𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲.

Blinded by
this lustful yearn. I'd,
never seen eyes that
didn't fear me first. I'd,
never met a mouth
so pretty as yours.

Craving the flavour,
the taste of my curves.
Seeking to savour
the twists and the turns,
of 𝘮𝘺 body, 𝘮𝘺 kiss,
and 𝘮𝘺 tongue.

My 𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗻 and my 𝗯𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀
to you I'd serve.

All I can do is
𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙘𝙪𝙢𝙗.

𝘐𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵...

I forgot just where
my mind went. I'd,
misplaced and lost
the sentiment, that
centres me
in these
elements. The
intensity
is relevant
to the detriment
of my disconnect
to the self I sense.
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐...

𝗟𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂.

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 I know is true.

When you asked for me,
I gave you 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 than you could 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘸.

And I wanted you to swallow it, 𝙩𝙤𝙤.

But the problem is...
All this complicated
**** you say
I regurgitated,
is a result of how
intoxicated
I am from always
accomodating
a level of love
approximated. I,
never know if I'm
dominated, or
if this loves
consolidated, and

all I did,
was 𝘁𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲 this...

Slowly losing you. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴...
Never finding truth...
Never knowing what you do.

Giving me a piece,
and then taking back two.

Pushing and pulling
in and out of my view.
Raining down sentiments
that keep me confused.

I can't find my way
in the dark of the moon.
Can't locate your love
in this light, misconstrued.

As I pick up the pieces
you dont care to lose,
I 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 if 𝗜
Can 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘺 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙝...

And thats when I lost me;
𝙄 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙬.

Tumbling backwards
to a past I once knew,
of cyclical madness
and embedded abuse.

In madness and lament,
I'm fully consumed.
My 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 meets the 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵,
and I act like a 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝗹.

𝘈𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨,
looking right 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵.

𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯.

On this trail I'm left lost in,
when you leave, it turns to 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀.

...

I wish you wouldnt hold my hand,
telling me about your youth;
carving our names in the sand,
only not to pursue.

I wish you didn't say my name
when you look at the moon.
Whispering melodies
in a deviant tune.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘸,
𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂.


▪︎ mica light ▪︎

Salvating at the scent
of *** in the room
as you linger
in the back of my throat,
on the edges of my tongue,
and in the purse of my lips.

▪︎ mica light ▪︎

She walks out
and bears her soul
to the unknown.

Step by step.
Trusting that the path
Will continue to form
Before her.

It's a feeling.
An instinct.
A drive.
A knowing.

It's malleable.
Create-able.
Magical.

It lives.
It relates.
It changes.
It grows.

And when I get lost,
I always know
This feeling will take me
Where I need to go.

So i listen carefully
For the calls in my soul.
And go the direction
That i feel pulled.

Mica Light

Your breath invades me.
Consumed in full.
I cant evade you.
Escape this pull.

Your lips are tender,
But your teeth will bite.
Your tongue is wet,
And your grip is tight.

Your eyes see through me,
And our skin combines.
Ive become your offering,
And you've become mine.

A spark sets fire to the walls,
of my tightly sealed chest.
Treasures of past pain,
it previously kept.
Memories of hurt,
betrayal and regret -
now fueling the flames
of my burning rage.

𝘐 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺.

𝘐 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺.

There's very few who know,
how to get close to this flame.
How to steady its burn,
and feel it without pain.
I am nestled deep within,
and the love I have to give,
𝗜𝘀 𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲.
...But it's locked up in a cage.
Guarded by my fears.
Protected by my rage.
And if it's not safe to play,
then I won't play it safe.
I'll set fire to it all,
just so that my heart can't break.

▪︎ mica light ▪︎

(𝒇𝒖𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕: 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒔)

'°¤°☆°¤°'

You talk like being in love controls you.

Love is not meant to control you.

Love is here,
To show us radical acceptance.
To be trusted to be free, and
To have the freedom to trust.

Love shouldn't pull you away from yourself.

Love should bring you closer to you.

Are you afraid when you talk to them?
Or do you feel calm,
Well articulated,
At ease, with them?

Or do you feel anxious?

Do you feel like everything you say,
No matter what about,
Is always misunderstood?

Do you get embarrassed?
Frustrated?
Do you feel unseen?

This is because,
You are residing,
In a place
That is much too far
From you.

Sometimes, we have to walk away
From the things we love most, because...
By staying,
We are not listening to ourselves.
By staying,
We are not honouring ourselves.
By staying, we are saying:

"𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶."

...

All I ask is that this time,
You choose yourself.

So that the love that is meant for you,
Can find you.

▪︎ micalight ▪︎

I know you're there.
Deep in my bones,
I can feel you.

You're a written scripture,
On the ancient DNA,
Of my body of flesh, bones,
And impermanence.
It permeates,
Into any existence,
Where you and I,
Have hearts,
That beat.

I see now,
That I had to have it all,
Taken away.
Peeled back.
Removed.
So that all that was left,
Was me.

I never needed you.

You have an outdated version
Of me in your head.
And that's fine.
But I can't lie,
I'm pretty heartbroken,
That you'd leave me behind,
This time.

I thought you understood.
I guess...
I thought I knew you better.

I don't want to keep you.
I don't have a reason to.
Time and time again,
Your the constant,
That I always knew.
That simple kind of love,
That I never had to try to do.

But my trust in this truth...
This time - I handed you.

Of all the things I've had to let go,
You were the last.
And when you turned your back,
It was clear -
There really isn't,
Anyone,
To trust here.

And I don't mean that,
In some sad, bitter way.
I mean it to say...
I trust no one but me,
And what a beautiful scene.

My crystalline heart is,
No longer in hands that,
Bring me to places,
Too far from myself.

I am the only one that holds me.
This is how I'm meant to be.
More sure than I've ever been.
I've never felt more free.

But it's a funny thing,
That even though,
you can't be seen...

I can still feel you.

Deep in my bones.

▪︎ mica light ▪︎

It is often said that the light shines through the cracks to illuminate the darkness. While this is true and is the first step in identifying the darkness in oneself, that is all it does - simply lifts the veil. To transform, you cannot just bring the light to the darkness.

You must drag the darkness into light.