Mica Light Poetry

Mica Light Poetry Dec 2015

I don't know what I've been thinking.

Not sure why I've been acting
Like I don't exist.
I have missed
Every bit
Of my waking soul.
And yet,
I've put myself to bed
For too many nights too long.

When did I stop loving myself?
I can't remember how or when or why
Or if i tried
not to let this part of me die.
It could be all the times
I couldn't get the tears to dry.

All I know,
is I apologize.

Because it used to be real.
I want to get back to how I used to feel.

And honestly I have known all along.

#imsorry

Mica Light Poetry Nov 2015

Goddess of Madness

Of madness, I am.
I don't have a plan.
I fall for my own tricks -
For the feel of a sweet bliss.
It entrances me with
a taste of a soul's kiss -
One of which
makes a fire in the midst
of a melting chaos.

Just when I think I have it all,
Along comes another reason to fall.

How might I go
about knowing you?
In my head I suppose
I know the truth.
A thousand love stories
and they're all new,
to me. They're all true,
to me. They're all blue.

For love is a sad and intricate thing.
Love isn't bad but a beautiful ring,
of the chimes that hang in my old soul.
This is the sound of eternities colliding.
There is no hiding from this great pull.

The Angels might call me the Goddess of Madness.
For I like my tea hot but my coffee cold with poetry.

#youringmychimes

Mica Light Poetry Nov 2015

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Sadness is but a wave in the plentiful ocean of life.

Mica Light Poetry Mar 2015

Unruly Wayward

I'm drawn to the centre of you.
This is where I'm being pulled to.
With the help of the winds pushing me too,
I could not escape my astonishment of you.
My will, I give away.
I've fallen endlessly to the sound of your voice,
and now I have to stay.
I'm only getting hotter every moment were together.
You can feel it on my breath.
"Maybe just one..." and I pulled in really close.
Seal the deal with a kiss.
Oh, my angels told me I'm gunna get addicted to this.

#tantalization

Mica Light Poetry Jan 2015

Trust is so delicate...

"Trust is like an object, full of impermanence. One with entropy, its inevitable to be broken. After all, it's the breaking of trust that I often see spread two people far apart. But a ground shattering passion, contrary to trust, is not so easily broken. Not so delicate. It is strong. Of many forms. Very hard to grasp. And so it remains the only glue I've ever seen to keep two people together."

trust vs. passion

#trust #passion

Mica Light Poetry Nov 2014

Once Again

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.

#ihatebeds

Mica Light Poetry Nov 2014

Princess

"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..."

#idontknow