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Sometimes I simply hate beds.
All I want is to curl awkwardly in an odd shape
on the couch and there is where I'll rest my head.
I really don't understand a regular day.
Because my mind flurries hurricanes at 1 am
and that's the only time I have things I want to say.
But no one is awake.

Sometimes I truly dread this life.
All I want is to finally fit into the shape of something
But I'm so crooked, broken, and full of strife.
I really don't understand how the rest of the world does it.
Someone please explain their ways of escape.
But I guess the goal isn't to escape, is it?
I've gone and lost it.
Once again.
"Princess, why are you so sad?"

"I don't know."

"Princess, are you mad?"

"I suppose."

"But hate - that doesn't hurt you?"

"I cannot tune into hate."

"So princess, it is only love that you can see, then?"

"Yes."

"And this love, through karmic law, damages you?"

"Indeed."

"So princess, what will you do?"

"I don't know. I don't know..."
  Oct 2014 Mica Light Poetry
Julia
I believe
That writers are
So brave
Because each time
They start writing
Blotting ink onto
Their paper
Frustratingly typing on
Their laptop
They rip their heart out
Of their chest
And show the world
What it's made of.
She swirls in the heart shaped air you graced her space with.
Twirling your image with the tip of her finger into her spiralling curls.
You are becoming well entangled in her blonde mess.
She can get high by the thought of you, and this awakens her...

For this feeling runs the course of her veins and plants itself right at the heart.
Her soul receives the message and the beat begins to start.
Her chest, it thumps your rhythm and her blood can hear your tune.
It's pulsing to the sound sending her right back to you.'

"Love doesn't need to be torturous.
It can be safe yet ever curious.
Lost in love, delirious.
But more than ever -- Real."

-xoXox-
miss.mica.<3
Embraced again
My soul races
And is nourished times ten.
Filled with sacred knowings -
The mind's eye is glowing.
Reaching heights
Of indigo light.
Soft
And gracing the skin
Gently
As i fall within.

Flowing amidst
I am pieces of the sea.
I innerstand the motions
Of the winds that we breathe.
I see love growing green.
Stitching in gold, the fabrics
Of our never ending dream.

Together is our only way
To save our sleeping days.
United we can awake.
I am forever chasing grace.

Blessed again
With an exotic luxury.
The world
And love's potency
Is floating me along.
I tune in to
My favourite song
And slowly drift away.
Reaching heights
Of violet light.
Quiet
And losing the time
Clearly
As I fully unwind.

Floating admist
I am particles of air.
Simple stardust being -
So transcendent and aware.
We are a never ending flow
This is the only thing to know.
So I bring this all within me.
For here's our biggest goal:
To Stretch Beyond Our Realm,
And Be One Universal Whole.

Together is our only way
to save our sleeping days.
With love we can awake.
I am forever embracing grace.





(( miss.....mica. )) ***
<3
You are a beautiful person.
We are capable of greatness.
In fact, we were born into it.
This is a beautiful realm.
<3
Freedom isn't all flowers
And it isn't day dreams for hours
It isn't always your favourite taste
Redemption isn't always the case

In fact, freedom likes to give us choices
It's the reason we can use our voices
Try on words of all kinds
Thoughts on repeat change our minds

Freedom has a lesson to teach
That we all will learn eventually
A wretched vice of love internally
Permitting our suffering certainly

Freedom isn't all flowers
And it isn't high skies and towers
It's a power of will so specially
Designed for us to guide our destiny

In truth, freedom is like the spirit
Neutral to life but ever coherent
Providing us the great option
Of sleeping, or becoming conscious

Freedom has a message to send:
Forever within you can transcend
Trust the person you are within
For our lives are never stone written.

-miss_mica(<3)
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