Mica Light Poetry

Mica Light Poetry Apr 2016

Chaos

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.

#love #truth #dark #chaos #micalightpoetry

Mica Light Poetry Mar 2016

Unconditional Love's Never Lost Far From Home

How could I forget,
for even a breath?

Slowly it slips
away into spaces
hidden in me
and I forget that it is there.

Watching over me.
Waiting on me.
To take it back into my lungs.
Into my eyes.
Into my touch.

Waiting for me
to expel it in every way
that I experience my daze.

This Universal Love...

My soul, it bathes in this
and yet,
my feet will step,
my body will move,
and my mind forgets.

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵...

I want to remember
all of those moments
when love was what carried me
over mountainous hurts;
through wastelands of self-hate -
self destructive tendencies
were buried by this
ever-knowing love.

And that is what brought me
this far.
That is why I've conquered
my war.
𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 is why I know in
my heart.
That everything is beautiful,
𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴.

Universal Love
𝘐𝘚 existence.
And all parts
of my resistance
were so I could learn
of Love's persistence.

So,

May we never disregard the beauty,
simply because
our minds feels threatened.

May we see past the veils
that keep us guessing.

And may we remember:
We can find perfection
only in the definitive acceptance
of all that is,

𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙨.

▪︎ micalight ▪︎

#love #remember #unconditional

Mica Light Poetry Feb 2016

Begin Again

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.

Drink from the well of yourself and begin again. - Charles Bukowski

#inspiration #bukowski

Mica Light Poetry Jan 2016

Immortal

I continue on these roads of life,
seldom knowing where I'm headed.
I simply search for the moments
I will remember in my old age,
with a satisfied glow and fulfilled heart.

My future self knows what my present self wants now.
So I listen to my angel's whispers,
passing clues from my lives abound;
& all dimensions that surround me.

My life tells a story
that has already been;
has never been,
and will be, all at once.

And so with this, I can be calm.
I am rested
in the embrace
of the tantalizing touch
of all that is,
will be,
has,
and has not ever been.

My essence is immortal.

I am all and none of these things.

& with this thought may tonight I sleep

#neverendingquestion

Mica Light Poetry Jan 2016

at life's entrance

I stand at the edge of the earth.
The outside looking in.
I tremble at the art
this world has to give.
I shiver at the sound
of love so profound.
This place so beautifully daunting.

Was I ever really ready?

Mica Light Poetry Dec 2015

Dear, Soul

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